Arlia Quests

Okora’s pod flew by the asteroid field at impressive speeds, maneuvering past various floating rocks. The saiyan couldn’t help but notice a peculiar ship. There was practically an army composed of a variety of different races inside. They began firing blasts at one of the settlements using their ship, it was slowly beginning to break down. It had already taken a noticeable amount of damage already.

He could already feel his love for combat surfacing, eager to get in on the action. While he had no business going down there and finding out what was going on, he was curious. The pod had a new course as it headed straight for the settlement on Arlia. The ship barreled through the wing of the ship and into the at the surface of the settlement, arriving on the assaulted world.

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The Pod was hit by a powerful blast that seemingly came out of nowhere on the way down. Spiraling out of control, it crashed through a destroyed building before crashing on the alien surface. The ship created a crater upon its landing, sitting in debris before Okora ended up stumbling out. It took him a second to recover, feeling dizzy and a minor concussion. He dusted himself off and quickly felt three power levels heading straight for his position.

He shook his head rapidly, trying recover so he was in fighting condition. He saw three dots in the sky that slowly got bigger as they closer, becoming more humanoid shipped as they turned out to be people. The three landed in front of them, obviously having their guard up. “You look different than them. Who are you?” One of them asked. “My name is Okora. I was in my ship when I saw your planet being attacked. I came down to see what was going on.”

“My name is Trace. These two are William and Tsurai. We are the guardians of Arlia. As you can see, this planet has been attacked for quite some time now. It was due to the changelings, as they have been after us months. We are reaching the conclusion of this horrible war, and I fear we may not end up on top.” He said. Okora looked around, really wanting to fight in this epic war. “Well, I am ready when you are. What do you need me to do?”

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Okora ran through the landscape when he saw the falling pods ahead. He was accompanied by the three leaders and a few soldiers. Many warriors appeared from their small ships, prepared to fight. They charged forward, and the battle quickly began. Debris from destroyed ships rained down around them as the two forces clashed.

Okora dodged a ki blasts and drove his fist into the face of one of the soldiers before kicking him away. More pods began to fall and more soldiers were pouring out and joining the fight. He looked at Tsurai, watching him blast away many of soliders. Trace attacked a savage manner, biting off one the arms of the soldier and taking two sharp rocks and driving them into the man’s chest.

William used a variety of attacks, taking down the opponents in groups. Okora felt good, watching them fight. However, it seemed as things were taking a turn for the worse. They were beginning to be overwhelmed as the number of opposing soldiers that arrived only increased. Okora felt a blunt force strike him in the back, falling onto his knees. He used the blink technique to move out of the way, narrowly dodging a finishing blow.

Okora and the allied forces were easily being pushed back. The saiyan and the three leaders were taking down soldiers left and right. Okora fired various ki blasts, even using the multi form technique to compensate for their steady decrease in numbers. The, now four, Okoras attacked ferociously. However, even that wasn’t enough, as the duplicates were weaker than they would be if they were one. Suddenly, something horrible happened. As one of the Okoras were slammed into the ground, he saw Trace. He was fighting as hard as he could, tanking the attacks like a true warrior. One of the soldier came up from behind him and put him in a peculiar headlock.

The leader struggled to get out of the hold, and while William and Tsurai tried to come to his aid, they were being held back by the other soldiers. The soldier kept Trace restrained, leaving the leader helpless as another came and took a metal sword, slicing off his head. The other fighter let go, letting Trace’s lifeless body fall to the ground. Okora’s eyes widened, all the four of them merging back into one. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He barely knew him, yet he was felt this rage building up inside of him. He hated this planet, and this war was taking its toll. He yelled out in rage and changed into his super saiyan god form. His fiery aura put out a peculiar kind of pressure that everyone calculated.

“ENOUGH.” Okora yelled, putting his arm forward and his other hand held it to keep it steady. “IT’S TIME TO END IT! EXPLOSIVE DEMON WAVE!” He shouted, letting loose a powerful beam, incinerating a large amount of soldiers, leaving a large gap in the crowd. However, this drastic decrease in the enemy forces didn’t last long, as the endless waves of soldiers kept coming. Knowing they would surely die, Okora created a path and guided his allies to safety, blasting his way through and fleeing with Tsurai and William.

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Okora found himself in an underground base belonging to the Arlias. He stood there with the two leaders, trying to come up with their next plan of attack. The place looked old and run down, as if it had been here for ages. Okora couldn’t tell if it was because of the war or because it was actually that old. He felt sorry for the Arlia army because he knew they were trying so hard to fight for their planet, but it was no use.

The Changeling Army was clearly too strong for anything Arlia could create. Why the were they still fighting? How could they still fight and see hope in all of this carnage? He thought. This question frustrated him deeply. Everything was happening so fast that they didn’t even have time to mourn for their fallen comrade. William spoke first, trying to come up with some sort of gameplan.

“Alright. The mothership is a vital part of this invasion. If we can get to it and shut it down, maybe it’ll drive them off.” He began, he saw the doubtful look on Okora’s face, and quickly continued before he could say anything. “I know it may seem like a stretch to some, but trust me. We can do this. We’ve lasted this long, we can hold on for a little longer.” He finished.

Okora decided to go along with it for now. “We can meet them by the buildings in this area.” He replied, pointing to a spot on the map that laid on desk in front of them. “That’s where the building, or at least what’s left of it, is. It has a lot of cover, so if more soldiers arrive we can have the cavalry lay in hiding.” He said, hoping that’ll at least give them something.

Tsurai intervened, obviously still emotionally distressed from the death of his comrade. “Yeah, let’s do that. But how about one of us stays behind. That way if something happens, there is still a leader.” He advised. “William, you can-” He was quickly caught off guard by a glare from William, which said that he was going and that Tsurai was staying. Not saying anything else, the troops moved out.

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Okora was exhausted from constant battle on this seemingly doomed world. Bodies of fallen enemies lay at his feet. His body ached, his clothes burned and torn from ki blasts. Every muscle in his body was sore and he felt like his bones were just about to fall apart. He was outside the underground base when suddenly, he saw another pod fall from the sky and crash onto the surface nearby. “Damn…” Okora said silently.

I don’t get a break at all here. He thought, seeing the contact step out. “I demand 5,000 zeni or this planet gets it!” It warned. Okora wasn’t very intimidated, because this planet already “got it”. “How about no?” The saiyan replied, much to the shock of the ally soldiers. The contact responded by summoning saibamen that immediately began to attack. Tsurai joined the fight along with a few soldiers. The battle was harder fought than usual, but they achieved a sort of pyrrhic victory. Tsurai had been killed. Things were not looking good for the future of Arlia.

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Okora sat at the top of a destroyed building, getting some rest while he still could. He knew it was a mistake coming here. He desperately wanted to leave, but he doubt he could make it out of the planet without having the ship shot to pieces. He needed a way out and he needed it soon, the forces of the Changeling were not letting up anytime soon. Okora wondered if the Arlias knew they were screwed. He didn’t understand how they kept fighting a war that would result in an inevitable loss.

He looked down below, seeing the Arlia troops, and the leader giving them orders. Okora sighed, wondering why they would even bother. He was about to go down and say something to get them to leave, but all of the sudden he froze. He felt an astronomically large energy arrive on the planet. It seemed like the others noticed it too, because they were already on their way to area.

Okora flew towards the area and stopped, floating in the air to keep his distance. He saw a golden pod laying in the crater it made upon its arrival. A powerful warrior stepped out, and many Arlia soldiers surrounded it, asking for him to surrender. It was no use, because the warrior instantly slaughtered all of the soldiers with ease. Okora watched in horror as the other soldiers rushed, only to die in vain. He looked at the leader, and the leader looked back him. Taking a few soldiers with him, they both fled the scene, knowing that there was no way they could stop the monster.

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The last leader, William, followed Okora to the latter’s saiyan pod. “I am grateful for your assistance Okora, I truly am. However, you’ve done so much for me already, and I cannot allow you go any further. This is not your fight.” He said. Okora respected this, even though he advised against continuing any further. Okora went into the saiyan pod and the door closed as the small ship activated. It left the planet, leaving the leader to his uncertain fate.