[ Malchior IV, Skies: ]
Serkel: *Screeches loudly*
*Wheeling through the air, his tail-hammer spews flames wildly*
*He prepares to bludgeon Klak...*
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[ The Bebop II: ]
*Abruptly, the whole ship gives a shudder*
*On PA systems all over the ship, a certain female's voice rings out*
Vi: Attention Crew! This is Captain Viriathus! We have made a full headcount, all allied ships are accounted for - Including the Vesica Piscis
, the Paw Castle
, and Rutherfor's saucer; as well as the newly-arrived ship of one Minagi: Hinase
- And the hull's integrity has been proven entirely sound!
Vi: With all o' that outta the way, we're setting off! We'll be entering a special Dedicated Sixth Dimensional Channel, courtesy of R&D Chairman Kokonoe and Little Washu. The destination will not be reached for a while, and we're not stopping for anything. There will not even be the added excitement of a space battle, as we will be the only ship that can access this channel.
*As the ship continues rumbling, but soon settles into a smoother sound of thrust, Vi finishes*
Vi: Our first order of business will be striking at the Shima Brothers, and if we can get leeway, we'll check out a certain robot problem. I'd advise finding ways to entertain yourselves, or simply taking a nap. If you want questions, I'll be in my room. As a note, all privacy rules are in place at my quarters.
Good day, crew. *Clik*
[ Training Room: ]
Haruko: Fi~nally. I'm glad Vi perfected the headcount systems. *Seems to have forgotten about the bracer*
Pitou: *Ears flick slightly* Indeed. Really, it does feel nice to have a destination once more~
Dorothy & Mamimi: *Stare at Moss and Draak'ha, sitting atop Shroom*
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[ Unknown Icy Planet: ]
Hishima: ... *Focuses all his mind and body* ...
*Making a swift motion, he puts all his soul into one decisive strike - !!*KER-splsh.
*...And his net folds in on itself for the umpteenth time*
Hishima: *Sighs heavily, drawing the net back into him across the frigid water*
Mushima: *Soaking wet, pulls the harpoon back by its rope* ...We are top-class combatants, brother...But we will never make it as fishermen.
Retok: GWAHAWHAW! Ya got that right! I don't judge beginners too harshly, but the village won't take too kindly to ya if ya can't even figure out how to cast a net or throw a harpoon!
*The basket on his back already has two huge fish and at least four smaller, but still notably fat fish*
Mushima: ... *Suddenly looks back to the village* ...Brother. Look to the village.
Hishima: *Turns his gaze back, abandoning the net* ...Sir Retok. Is there a people on this planet of huge men who wear heavy armor?
Retok: ... *Snarls bestially, shifting the grip on his harpoon* Those ghopuk.
I guess they intend to simply raze every village on this entire coast!! *Storms up the shore*
Hishima & Mushima: *Quickly follow after, steeling themselves for battle*
*At the village, the band of eight enemies reveal themselves*
*Charging straight in, Mushima drives one away from a pair of tuskarr children*
*However, some kind of three-rune name is tattooed on his left cheek in crimson letters*
???: Ghurrr...An atvir
? *Chortle* How nice...We've only had thratji
to fight for ages. *Hefts his axe, swinging it down towards Mushima*
Mushima: *Dodges around, slashing at the huge "man's" armor* ...? *Finds that he's barely notched the plates*
???: ...!! *Chortles loudly, veins bulging on neck* No one's ever so much as chipped one of my helm's horns...You should be quite interestin' to fight against!! *Bullrushes*
*Meanwhile, Hishima is struggling to hold off two huge, hammer-wielding warriors - Both also with their names tattooed on the left cheek*
*Faltering a moment, his eyes never widen even as both armored giantmen raise their hammers up high...*Splsh splsh splsh!GRAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!!
*Abruptly, three tuskarr women rush in from the sides - Splashing three entire pots of boiling fat into the enemies's faces with clear relish*
*Howling, the huge men drop their weapons and simply claw blindly for the cackling housewives*
*As the tuskarr women proceed to run the two warriors back to the main formation by brandishing meat cleavers at their faces, Hishima can only stare for a few moments*
*While a few tuskarr men clash the invaders back with a set of strange hatchets, two more enemies are sent flying into the midst of their companions by a slam from Takashima*
Mushima: *Slashes his opponent shallowly across the face, before knocking him away with some kind of shockwave to the abdomen*
Hishima: *Drops a pair of knifehands onto the last invader's neck, before violently hurling him back to the main forces*
*The six tuskarr men are successfully driving the enemy back, before - !!*THOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!
*A tremendous thunderclap tosses the invaders and the tuskarr men alike in every direction*
*Strolling out of the mist, the leader from before curls her lip in disgust*
*She possesses much lighter armor, a helm with two upright horns, a large buckler on her left arm, and most noticeably, she carries a huge polearm ended in an axe with her right hand alone. Petite and slight of build, her fair skin is dotted with freckles on her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, the back of her neck, and her shoulders; in addition, her long, ginger-orange hair is tied in a pair of braids which hang just below shoulder height. Finally, what seems to be her own name is tattooed in red letters on her right cheek*
Leader: Did I not tell
you to assume war formation should we encounter a new enemy!?
Scattered Soldiers: *Groans* Y...Yes...Sir...You...Did, Sir...
Leader: Were you hard of hearing, men!!? Did you think that you knew better than me what to do on a raid, you bunch of greenhorns, all o' ya barely weaned off your mama's milk!!?
Scattered Soldiers: *A fair number of whimpers* ...N...No, Sir...We're...Just...Recruits...It won't...Happen...Again...
Leader: Damn skippy
it won't!! Once we get back home, all o' ya
are goin' straight
back to apprentice in the forges until you learn to obey senior vrykul!!
Scattered Soldiers: *Many more whimpers* ...Yes...S...Sir... *Know better than to try and get back up*
Leader: ... *Turns to look at the still-standing Shima Brothers* ...I apologize for my men. This is their first raid - They think that they can accomplish it by charging in and trying to kill without control. I am Valkyrie Mjrn. Your names?
Hishima: I am Hishima. These are Mushima, my elder brother, and Takashima, my younger brother. *Gestures accordingly*
Mjrn: *Snort* Curious names. Wrecked here, by any chance? *Keeps weapon at the ready*
Hishima: Indeed...Can you tell me, who are the "vrykul" you say to be of?
Mjrn: ... *Stops cold, before speaking in a distinctly proud tone* We, the vrykul, were created by the Architect himself; out of hoarfrost, a clot of blood, and a mere sigh of his breath. He left us here to train and live until we are called to his servants, the Three High-God Maidens, as the ultimate fighting force. The Great Beings could not understand us. The Titans could not master us. The Great Old Ones could not taint us.
Mjrn: We are the vrykul, the final guard!! We are the vrykul, the ones who will hold the Red Line, the last line to ever hold!! We light a torch to the gods, and set a stone to the dead!! Thus prepared, we are ever-ready to align in square formation at the Call, and wage war with the 2,733,458 legions of Hell!! Know this and know this well
- Should you trifle with vrykul blood...
*Abruptly, a massive, stout, vaguely humanoid and feminine silhouette flickers into and out of existence behind her*
Mjrn: ...It will be a trifling you shall rue for all eternity.
*Stomps foot, causing the incredibly dense frost and snow to shatter in a spiderweb outward* Up, soldiers!! This was a complete and utter defeat!! I'll expect you to learn
Scattered Vrykul: *Rise up, gathering what weapons they can before forming into two lines behind Mjrn*
Mjrn: *Saying no more, she leads them back down the coast and into the mist*
*After only a few moments, even their shadows are gone - Replaced by only the unified stomping of ironclad boots*
Hishima: ... *Shifts gaze to Mushima* Was there any
credibility to that little spitfire?
Mushima: *Eyes appear unseeing* She's more believeable than the scant legends I'm
*Abruptly, all of the tuskarr men - Now standing up - Bow their heads and mumble a prayer*
*The women and even the children do the same, as the Shima Brothers turn*
*A stooped, wizened tuskarr has emerged from the central tent; leaning on a tall, warped wooden staff*
Retok: Wiseman, why have you emerged? The ghopuk
may yet return! We can't lose you!!
Wiseman: *Sighs, raising a hand* Calm yourself, boy. Their leader possesses more honor than I've seen in them for decades - And she's likely more set on giving them a tongue lashing all the way back to Kjetr's shores.
*Wobbling over to the Shima Brothers, he looks up at them with eyes lit by a certain mirth and experience*
Wiseman: ...I think I can explain those folks properly.
*He leads the trio back towards his tent...*