Post by Darius Hardy on Apr 24, 2019 0:19:43 GMT -5
"No you won't, Betadron!" Darius boldly declared. "I won't let you do that!"
A wave of green energy burst forth from Vladitor's body. This release of power was enough to distort the skies around them. A greataxe was then materialized from this energy. He lightly swung it in Giganox's direction. In doing so, the landmass that Gorem made was cut through with ease.
As for Giganox, he was still for about three seconds. He then toppled over and dropped the rocket launcher. What Vladitor did was destroy the hateful energy that was empowering him. Because of that, he could no longer function past his bodily limitations and was instantly incapacitated.
"That's game," Vladitor concluded. "Now get the fuck out of here!"
"Tsk...you fucking suck!" Betadron cursed. "Every last one of you will see me again! Bet on it!" With that, Betadron went back into Tracy's being.
Vladitor then sliced towards Tracy to destroy Betadron's energy. This will ensure that Tracy's body isn't a medium for Betadron to connect to the outside world.
"And that's that," Vladitor ended. He returned to ball form and went back into Darius' possession. The boy was ecstatic about their victory.
"Betadron never wins! Betadron never wins!" he celebrated.
Post by Allen Silva on Apr 25, 2019 9:03:17 GMT -5
Allen looked at his apparent nephew with great curiosity. He almost made that too easy. He had some power in him as well. He couldn't help but wonder what this will all mean since him and his Bakugan seem to be "chummy" with this Betadron guy.
"I would start questioning everything I just heard and saw, but after being spat out on two different planets, fighting gods, and almost going to prison, I need a break," Allen surrendered. "If you need me, I'll be busy coming up with an awesome story to tell my parents so I don't get in trouble."
"It'll be as believable as going out late at night to see a movie while you were really fighting terrorists," Gorem expressed, reminding him of how bad he was at lying.
"After seeing the Hurranians, they'll believe anything," Allen assured himself.
Post by Noland Hardy on Apr 25, 2019 22:41:28 GMT -5
"We'll be fine. I'll vouch for you and then get in trouble right along with you. Just like old times..." Noland reminisced.
"Certainly beats what's going to happen to me when...IF I see Petra again..." Noland reminded himself.
Noland walked on over to the downed General and his Giganox. As much as he didn't want to, he figured that speaking with him over what just happened may just net them some favors in the future. He almost nuked the United States and used that rocket launcher of his again.
"Allen tells me you like making deals. I have one for you, and you're going to take it whether you like it or not, because I couldn't care less about your threat level anymore," Noland started. "I'll let you walk away from this without saying a word about the weapons you have and what you were about to do to this country. In exchange, this back and forth ends here. The next time you gun for any of us, whatever happens just happens. I won't hold back anymore."
Post by General Sargon on Apr 26, 2019 1:15:53 GMT -5
The General was grunting from the amount of pain he had to endure from being influenced by Betadron. He was involuntarily shaking all over his body. Even worse, he was starting to clutch his chest. He knelt, and then hunched over in an attempt to help himself battle against the pain.
"Shut that shit up..." the General coughed. "You want to make demands or threats against me...? Join the Army... Become a Marine... Even be a Silver Knight... Become official... Maybe then you'll understand what you've done... That goes for you...Nero...and even HER over there..." The 'her' in this instance was Dasia.
Saying all he needed to say, the General limped over to the downed Giganox. He tapped its leg three times, and three rings moved down their bodies to get them out of there before they're made to do anything else.
Post by Dasia Turano on Apr 28, 2019 1:43:00 GMT -5
Dasia groaned when the General held her responsible for what the 'other Dasia' did to all of them. Lace picked up on the signals Dasia's body was exhibiting after the comment was made, and was about to offer her thoughts on the situation; however...
"...Princess, congratulations for getting rid of this curse," Lace proposed.
"...YOU did it, Lace..." Dasia sighed. "...Let's just regroup with everyone to make sure everything's okay."
"...Okay," Lace accepted.
The group returned to the hospital back in D.C. where everyone else was waiting. Tank had also joined the party after he got word that the curse was gone. Kendrick and Nero were being sent home after they were confirmed to be okay following their fusion. Maurice was there for good measure...even though his presence wasn't really necessary.
"I don't think we could thank you enough for what you've done. You saved us from so much with that," Montai expressed to Dasia. "I suppose this means we owe you one. I had no idea that Sargon was going to be involved nor was I aware he had nuclear weapons."
"That's alright, Ms. Wolfe," Dasia said with a smile. "You've all done enough for us. You don't have to worry about paying us back or anything. I'm happy to help whenever you need it."
"You sure? I don't want it to seem like we're enlisting your services for free or anything. These are still dangerous times we're living in," Montai responded.
"Very sure. We're all allies now. This is what we do," Dasia insisted. "Of course, Damian and Deon have different opinions on who owes what or whatever. Hehehe."
"Speaking of which, how are they doing?" Montai wondered.
"Very well actually. Yita created her own online brawling simulation called Bakugan Interspace. The Spartans used that tool to find Roxy's successor, which they were able to do last year. Her name's Tabitha," Dasia started explaining. "Damian and Jamal are the commanders of the Royal Guard, Niko is studying to become a doctor, and Deon started his own business that deals with land and environmental conservation."
"Sounds like they've been busy," Montai noticed. "Well, it's good to hear that everyone's doing well. I have some meetings in the morning, and it has been a looonnnnggg day. I'll be heading on home. Good seeing you. Give King Turano my kind regards as well, please."
"Of course, and take care," Dasia replied. "I'm actually about to head back myself before X sends any search parties..."
Post by Noland Hardy on Apr 28, 2019 2:19:48 GMT -5
Maurice felt like he was standing on hallowed ground. He was surrounded by a bunch of badasses. This is the first time he had been this close to this many Resistors at once. Hearing about the Spartans made it even better. Seeing Damian and Jamal tearing shit up is what got him into brawling in the first place.
"Um...excuse me...before you go, I just have to ask one random question," Maurice blurted out. "When I got dragged into this, I was told Lace could create powers and scan shit. Can I know how strong I am compared to the Resistors?"
"Hm...okay..." Lace shrugged. She scanned Maurice to assess his battle power. While she got the numerical data and statistical analysis of his battling style, she withheld that information and put it into simpler words that he can better relate to. "The best comparison for your current battle power would be to Noland's when he defeated Emperor Barodius."
"...Seriously...? That's it?" Maurice disappointingly wondered.
Post by Noland Hardy on Apr 28, 2019 3:07:07 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Maurice found himself sitting on a chair outside of the hospital room they were in. He looked very disappointed in himself. He became a champion through what he believed was hard work only to be told that he was nowhere near strong. Now, after a year, he is just approaching Noland's power level as it was when he became famous worldwide. It was disheartening for him.
Noland approached the sad sap and wanted to offer him some advice. He wasn't really the best when it came to cheering people up most of the time, but he might as well try his luck with this one. It didn't look like he'd have to work that hard.
"I know. This makes what I pulled last year look even dumber. I was nowhere close," Maurice conceded. "How in the world are you guys doing this?"
"...Why are you disappointed?" Noland wondered.
"You know why," Maurice barked. "I just... Man..."
"Relax and listen carefully," Noland insisted. "This feeling you have now...is what being a competitor feels like. I know you're doing whatever you can to measure up to us, but you can't focus on our power. You're at a level too low to do that. That's just the reality of the situation. It's like running 12 seconds in the 100 and talking about trying to match the speed of runners going sub 10. That can be your dream, but you have to set goals on your way there. You have to go through the process and trust it. Sometimes, it's fast. Other times, it's slow. That's just what we have to deal with. Everyone has to go through it regardless of whether you're weak or strong."
"It doesn't seem like it," Maurice said in disbelief. "I've seen guys take to the track and run way faster than people who have been at it for years. There are even kids in elementary school that can outrun veterans in the sport."
"Yes, that can happen," Noland agreed. "I also know that there are people in the Paralympics that can dust the majority of the runners in the world. There are people with one arm that can make it to the NFL. There are even people without any street or formal brawling knowledge that can embarrass 99% of the population in battle with some practice. In each of those examples, those people focused on what made them better. They can't control what anyone does or what someone thinks or says about them. No matter what, the work doesn't stop; only they do."
"It's always slower trying to improve yourself when you're more focused on what someone else does. Just do you. You'll find your way. You just need to be patient."
Post by Tank Stryker on Apr 29, 2019 21:15:06 GMT -5
Tank stepped outside of the hospital in a bit of a hurry. He started looking around for someone. It wasn't in a frantic, panicky way, but he made it look like whoever he was looking for was extremely important. He was tense a little bit too, which made it seem like his nerves were getting to him.
"Hey..." Gladion called out to him in ball form. "...Don't screw this up... Please." By Gladion's tone, it sounded like he had a lot of concern over what Tank was about to do.
"I'll be fine. Really," Tank assured him. "..." He let out a deep sigh as he continued to look around the parking lot. It took about five seconds for him to snap onto someone. Dasia was standing near a tree. She looked a little spaced out.
Tank began walking towards her. It was clear he wanted to do something, but it wasn't quite clear what that was just yet...
Post by Dasia Turano on Apr 29, 2019 22:15:57 GMT -5
"Please...stop..." Dasia told him before he could even come close. She didn't bother looking at him directly in the eyes. She didn't look all that happy either. Something must have happened...
"I believe there's a saying here that goes like, 'It's not you; it's me.' That's what this is..." Dasia summed up without directly saying what the problem was. "Limited contact is better for me anyway... Planet hopping in addition to my responsibilities can get taxing at times. You won't have to be at odds with your best friend, your family, or your teammates anymore. Accepting this change will be difficult, but...I believe it's for the best. I shouldn't mess your life up like that..."
With that being said, she created a dimensional portal using her BakuScanner. She waved her hand in the air before walking on through.
Post by Alana Cortese on Apr 29, 2019 22:34:01 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to Tank and Dasia, Alana saw and heard everything that transpired in that short interaction between them.
"Probably not a good idea to ask about that..." Alana had to say to herself to prevent anything about that conversation to leak out. Apparently, she learned her lesson on when NOT to say certain things...
Instead of that topic, she wanted to bring up another when she approached him. "Hey...uh...I understand if you want to hurry back home, but if you have some time...Allen and I could really use your help trying to figure something out..." she proposed.
Post by Tank Stryker on Apr 29, 2019 22:47:59 GMT -5
"My help? Really?" Tank confusingly asked. This was the first time they ever came to him. From the sound of it, they were in some deep shit. "One thing after another, huh? Alright. What's going on here?"
Ten minutes later in the lobby...
"...You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Tank sighed as he buried his face into his hands. He had enough for one night.
"...Not to be a negative nancy, but Tank TOLD you repeatedly that this was a bad idea. This should've been done a long time ago," Gladion said. He wanted to say more, but Tank had that covered. He was about to get started...
"Forget that. We're here now," Tank surrendered. He pointed to Alana. "First, and most importantly, I really don't think you should be in this conversation for obvious reasons." Then he pointed to Allen. "Two, why is she here?"
Post by Allen Silva on Apr 30, 2019 0:23:23 GMT -5
"If it makes you feel any better, Gladion, I told them too," Gorem chimed in, not wanting to take the blame for what's going on.
"I know. The 'I told you so' routine. We know," Allen assured them. "Now, I know Alana being here makes her look like a jealous friend who's trying to get with the man of the hour. I thought the same at first too, but with the pettiness aside, she's the most important person in this whole situation."
"Remember the Karen situation from a few of years ago where there was always something not right? We're getting that same feeling here with Petra. There have been several times where Noland tells us that the other Angels have been tagging along his and Petra's dates in secret. At first, there was only like one or two of them at a time, but whenever Noland gets challenged to a battle or when Drago and Leon are messing around, a bunch of them show up in the surrounding area. We thought it was because they didn't want Noland or Petra blowing anything up on accident, but then two things happened that convinced us that they're planning something. Alana can tell you more about those two things."
Post by Alana Cortese on Apr 30, 2019 14:00:17 GMT -5
Considering what was being talked about, Alana's face was surprisingly calm. Here are two guys who have basically said that she is in the wrong for doing this, but she didn't care. When something's going on that really doesn't make any sense, she'll do whatever it takes. That's her friend that people are trying to mess with. That won't fly.
"Lydia told me that someone in Eden's leadership has been getting pissed off because of the misunderstanding that Noland and I are a thing or whatever. She wouldn't tell me who it was," Alana started off. "She told me to keep doing whatever I was doing because it was entertaining to see them get so angry over something that didn't concern anyone else."
"Markus happened to get some information while he was getting contracts from the Silver Knights about what was currently going on with both the Silver Knights and Eden. A lady in Admiral Asuka's squad had information of two people - one from SK and the other from Eden - who were monitoring Noland to get a clear read on his power level and overall capabilities. He then goes on to say that the person from Eden was disgruntled at the fact that whatever happened between Noland and Asuka didn't produce quality results."
Post by Tank Stryker on Apr 30, 2019 14:12:41 GMT -5
"..." This was a lot for Tank to digest all at once. He could make sense of what he heard though. Based on what Tracy did when she interned at Eden, Asuka would hold certain classes at Eden. Tank didn't really care about the specifics behind that, but he knows that the two organizations keep in contact. He also knows that Noland and Petra are scarily similar to one another in that they love to battle. Seeing Noland fight an Angel would be ideal to see what he can do assuming that Petra is strong enough to make him try that hard. Still...something was bothering Tank.
"...It doesn't make sense for the bosses to get pissed about that... Maybe they're friends with Petra...or they're more involved in the relationship than normal people," Tank rationalized. "So...you two are wondering if it's ethical to tell Noland to cut his losses after the repeated instances of her lack of trust and the crazy behind-the-scenes action going on here..."
"Honestly...I wouldn't be surprised if something was going on. Someone's always doing something. You never know these days," Gladion chalked up.
"I'll talk to Markus about what he was doing later, but here's something I want to know. If Noland is aware that he's being watched, how come he hasn't said or done anything about it?"
Post by Allen Silva on Apr 30, 2019 21:48:11 GMT -5
"He did. That's why they're having problems right now," Allen added in. "All she had to do was tell them to mind their business, but either they weren't having it or she doesn't want to. Either way, the Angels still put their noses where they don't belong, so here we are. She doesn't trust him due to Alana, he is sick of being on surveillance by everyone and their mother, and there are some stakeholders trying to benefit from this in some way."
"The only problem is, how do we say that without sounding like a bunch of jackasses?" Gorem wondered. "These aren't the easiest conversations to have. I feel like Noland would trust that we mean well, but it's never easy having to hear someone tell you that your relationship isn't really sitting well with us. Know what I mean?"
"Anyway, Tank, sorry to waste your time, but I thought it was the perfect opportunity to do this since we have enough knowledge to not make ourselves look bad. That, and I'm not trying to watch Noland get screwed again," Allen finalized.