The purple sky above Pastara went dark. The citizens however, were ready. The civilians were rushing into bunkers, as this attack by the Frieza Force was anticipated. Several base ships were hovering in the sky as soldiers flew out, ready to fight. The Pastarans were no pushovers though. They were a race akin to large frogs, which made them skilled at acrobatics. They readied their weapons, mostly spears with energy tips. Tanks and weaponized vehicles hummed across the streets, attempting to lure the soldiers into the wastelands. The city had sky scrapers and were made of greenish blue stone. A commander, Spaghet, boomed orders as hundreds of Soldiers came in.

As the tanks made it to the outskirts of the city, 4 invasion pods crashed into the ground, crushing two of the leading tanks, and cutting off the rest from leaving the city, at least from their original route. From one of these pods, a woman with dark pink hair and green skin emerged. She pressed the button on her scouter. The tanks had a power level of 400, not too bad. Though the life-forms inside seemed to have 150 at best. She pressed the comms button on her scouter. "Captain Rhubari, here. Remember the orders, boys. No survivors, collateral damage is allowed. Let's have some fun. Once we finish up, we fly to the next city and do it all again, removing any and all obstacles."

Inside one of the tanks, the Pastaran began to panic. "Wh-what is that!? They destroyed two tanks already!" Rhubari held out both of her hands in front of her and shouted. [color=ff0066]"Rude Blaster!" A beam of pink energy shot from her hands, destroying one line of the tanks. By this moment, several soldiers had arrived and with a battle cry, rushed at the invaders. One of them jumped high in the air. Rhubari's scouter beeped. "200? Not bad little guy." She took a defensive pose, and the jumping Pastaran's tongue lashed out, sticking to her arm. He attempted to pull her in, but was instead pulled toward her. She smirked. "Good try." She punched with her other arm right as he was pulled into range and her fist sunk into his chest, killing him instantly. His energy spear dropped helplessly to the ground. Rhubari stood in a ready pose and advanced upon the foot soldiers. [color=ff0066]"For Lord Frieza!"

Wiik comes bursting out of one of the pods, and immediately sending a few Jab Blasts in the direction of the soldiers.

"Such a shame, I like the smell of this planet."

He cackles, rushing forward recklessly and taking out a few more soldiers.

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Re-entry was always one of his favorite parts. So many other low-class combatants complained, because the attack pods were far from the comfiest form of space travel. The spherical shape kept drag equalized across the hull, good for resisting pressure damage in dense atmospheres, but not the greatest at dissipating heat for the same reason. Gezoto's race, however, had an epidermal composition closer to that of minerals than skin or scales. Heat wasn't as much of an issue for them.

Neither was the bone-rattling plummet as the ship's sensors blared at him. As the auto-pilot relayed its dreary, monotone messages about the upcoming planetary environment--high humidity, heavy gravity, blah blah blah--the Ssupaik-jin let out a whoop and clapped his barbed hands together. The little pod, glowing red hot, plowed right into one of the frogmen's armored vehicles. The tank's top half was blown off the treads as the whole thing turned into an avalanche of scrap metal, crashing into one of those cerulean structures that probably used to be someone's house. Rubble fell, something exploded, and flames swallowed what was left.

Before the hull even finished cooling down, Gezoto's foot assisted the hydraulic door in breaking its air tight seal. With a screech and a loud hiss, the pressurized interior of the ship released a cloud of steam. The monster that emerged from it popped his neck from side to side.

@RogueFox"You got it, Aneki!" Gezoto replied to Rhubari through the scouter. The term was a way of calling someone "big sis," but less familial and more like a gangster talking to another member of their crew. As he pressed the button on his ear piece, he looked around at the frogmen rushing to surround him. Their power levels blipped across the screen as they pointed their plasma spears at him. The red horned alien's fanged mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. "Mm mm, looks like we got frog legs on the menu! Gyahahaha!"

"Death to tyrants!" roared one of the Pastarans, before bounding straight at Frieza's henchman. Gezoto smirked, before moving with explosive speed using his Ki. His body flickered out of sight, before he reappeared at the frogman's side! With a vicious spin kick, he knocked the native out of the air. The amphibian hit the broken streets and bounced, bones crunching as it coughed blood.

"No! Everyone, attack togeth--" said another, before Gezoto's fist cut him off. The flabby snout was torn to shreds by the sharp spikes on his knuckles, and once more the Frieza Force member sent his enemy flying backwards. Two more stabbed at him from either side, but he jumped straight up over both of the sizzling energy blades and blasted them with his own, yellow colored spheres! The ki orbs were generic, but still carried enough power to put holes all the way through the Pastaran's less advanced armor.

"C'mon, is this all ya got!?" Gezoto cackled as the victims exploded, dust clouds hiding what was sure to be a gory fate. He looked around at the others, rolling one shoulder as if he was just warming up...

He grabs two of the soldiers and throws one into the crowd of the other ones, then turns to Gezoto.

@Zeroth"Hey, Big Red! Catch!"

He throws the other soldier towards Gezoto, then goes back to pummeling more of the soldiers.

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"Are you sure you're ready? You've only just healed from the last job!"

Togrash's face twisted into a grimace as the words of Regen Chamber medic's words echoed back in his head. It was true to the last word; the second part that was. The Capsa-jin had pushed himself harder during his squad's prior mission, and expended himself more than he usually did, which was saying more than a lot. The Kyandi rebels had been a hassle to deal with, and the heated reptilian had matched that tenacity with ferocity of his own. Such was his fighting there that he had spent the entirety of the transit to Pastara in a healing pod.

In defiance of the urging of the medics, Togrash had made haste to armor up and seat himself in his attack pod. He had, of course, overheard them as he came to: "A power level of 1,200." That had eclipsed, ever so slightly, his own squad leader. As far as he was concerned, if Rhubari was set to go, so was he. He scoffed loudly as the pod broke Pastara's atmosphere, relishing as the vessel caught the heat upon entry.

Moments later, the pod crashed down. The jarring sound of metal tearing through metal told him the landing strategy had worked, and they had smashed a Pastarian tank. This would, naturally, only be the beginning.

Togrash's pod door clicked and opened to a cluster of footsoldiers. A squadron of five amphibious warriors trained their spears upon him as he rose from his seat. He stretched and cracked his back and neck quickly... he never had cared much for the cramped pods. With little to telegraph it, he launched a ki blast, charring the Pastarian squad leader before the eyes of his soldiers.

Undeterred, and in fact, invigorated by the sudden loss of their leader, the remaining four soldiers charged forth.

Moving quickly, Togrash dodged to his left, evading on the outside of a spear thrust. Grasping the shaft of the spear, he leveraged the momentum of his attacker to hurl him into his comrades. The four warriors became dominoes, falling over in succession as each body slammed into to next. Amid the collapsing, a single spear came loose and fell to the ground close to Togrash's feet. He scooped up the weapon for himself as he pursued his enemies, driving through the first one to rise with one of its own mechanations. He whipped his tail around, knocking away a third before knocking away the remains spears, and engaging the remaining two in hand-to-hand combat.

And they didn't think I'd be ready to go.

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@RoadkilBanana Gezoto thought he heard Wiik say something, but it was really the scream of a Pastaran tumbling through the air that caused the gangster to turn. A roguish smile spread across his red face.

"I gotcha, I gotcha!" Clasping both hands together, he drew a deep breath as he reared back. He twisted his hips, swinging both arms with a loud grunt! The axe-handle blow instantly killed the poor native, but the impact sent their mangled body flying with such force they smashed right through a line of decorative trees along the city sidewalks. Purple wood splintered, limbs crashing down as orange and yellow leaves scattered in the wind and dust.

"Hoooooome run!" Gezoto whistled at his own handiwork, holding one hand like a visor beneath his horns as he surveyed the carnage.

The gravity on this planet was heavier than the galactic standard, but there wasn't as much of a difference between it and Ssupaikii as there would be with other planets. Gezoto could feel the difference, like wearing heavy weights on his limbs and chest, heart and lungs working harder for less. But his homeworld had been made of dense metal elements, after all, with a superhot core that strengthened both its gravitational pull and magentosphere. Gravity aside, the only word Gezoto had for Pastara right now was "soft."

They didn't know what it was like to struggle for everything you had, to dredge up a life out of mud and grit. They couldn't fight to cling to their own scraps. That was why they were weak.

Nearby, more amphibious soldiers were being tossed this way and that by another member of their squad. Gezoto grinned as he watched the lizardman work, silent and dogged as ever.

@Wayward"Togrash, they finally let your sorry tail outta Recovery?" he called as he jumped onto a pile of rubble and folded his arms. "Here I thought I was gonna have to make Wiik pull his weight this time around! Gyahahaha!"

@ZerothWiik can't help but to let out a menacing laugh at what Gezoto did, reveling in the chaos.

He feels a spear slightly graze one of his claws, causing sparks to fly, he looks behind him to see a now unarmed Pastaran, he walks towards him, ignoring anything else happening around him as he towers over the soldier, giving him a menacing stare and grinning at him. Wiik picks up the soldier and grasps onto him with his mandibles, taking him into the air and performing a Mandi-Bomb, one of his techniques, he slams the soldier into the ground head first, blasting himself away, the low gravity of the planet made this a fast process. The impact sent a small shockwave around the area.

"I thought this would be more of a challenge, but that just makes it all the more fun."

Wiik then charges at one of the tanks, punching it with great force.

@ZerothRhubari grinned as Gezoto referred to her as "Aneki". He had told her what it meant before, and she found it flattering. She watched as he easily laid into the enemy forces with strong physical attacks, even teaming up with Wiik to really cause some havoc, sending the poor frog reeling. "Seems like you're having fun, Gezoto. Glad to see it." She could feel the gravity of this planet pulling at her like no other planet she'd been to before. Yet, it wasn't enough to give the Pastarans even a hint of an advantage. After her short breather, she decided to get rid of the other tanks that were firing artillery uselessly around them. She powered up again and with another thrust of both of her hands, the other line of tanks were gone in a flash of a pink beam.

"Hey, Togrash, gonna leave some fun for us this time? Just cuz you can heal fast, don't get reckless!" As her team continued to tear through the foot soldiers, a line of infantry appeared, firing energy blasters at the four invaders. The energy blasts dissipated uselessly against her. A wicked smile spread across her face. These infantry men were at her favorite range, being the main technique user of the team. She flew about fifteen feet into the air and held out one hand. [color=ff0066]"Those toys are useless against us. Rude Barbs!" Hundreds, even thousands of small energy bullets flew from her outstretched hand. They pierced through the ineffective gunners, making them fall, one by one as she casually aimed her hand at each one while firing. At about this point, Wiik had thrown off his special move Mandibomb, which was always fun to watch. "Showing off already, huh Wiik. Let's clean up the rest of this trash!"

The main invasion force of lower level fighters at greater numbers had cleared out a good chunk of the city. Rhubari decided to start spreading out. She hit the comms button on her scouter. "Alright boys, go have fun. We regroup in an hour back here. Happy hunting." She flew off toward a cluster of stone spire buildings. There were ponds and streams all around the city, and in the distance, she could see larger bodies of water, probably lakes. She threw a few ki blasts into the cluster of buildings, watching them crumble as citizens below attempted to flee. She felt herself breathing heavy, but there was nothing to worry about here.

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Some distance away, atop a mountain, two Pastarans were meditating. The larger one winced as he felt an evil ki in the direction of Lasag City. He grimaced and looked at the other. "Did you feel that, Rigat?"

Rigat nodded. She was smaller than the other, but still had toned muscles. She had a light purple colored skin with slick black hair that appeared as if it were wet. "Something's wrong. We'd better head to the city, and see if they need any help. Are you ready for battle, Ravili?"

Ravili nodded grimly. "Yes. I think I remember reading a letter from Spaghet mentioning an invasion force. He's always so paranoid, I didn't give it much thought. They also arrived sooner than expected." He had a yellow skin tone and massive muscles. He was probably one of the most intimidating Pastarans, standing at 6 feet and 3 inches tall with an imposing figure. The two warriors leapt into the sky and flew toward Lasag City.

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The two Pastarans rushed in tandem. But Togrash was prepared, and blocked both strikes simultaneously, catching their fists in the palms of his hands. "Trivial.". He tightened his fists, crushing the fists of the hapless Pastaran footsoldiers. With a rush of force, he pulled the pair in towards each other; the pair knocked against each other and stumbled back in a daze. A collection of Ki amassed, flowing through the Capsa-jin's right arm. The air around the orange-red glow rippled as heat emitted from it. Togrash thrust the energized arm forth, unleashing a fire-like stream of energy upon his disoriented adversaries.

When the wave came to pass, the pair was left a heap of unrecognizable tar.

"They tried to hold me, he spoke back to Gezoto. But my power is sufficient for this. He pressed the communicator switch on his scouter and replied to Rhubari. "I don't hold back; you know that. He quickly stopped a trio of tanks with a Scorch Dome and followed suit with his leader, flying to the city and commencing to clear the structures nearest to him.

He was preparing to dismantle a battlement when his scouter alerted him to the approach of power levels higher than the troops he and his squad had been dealing with until that point. He stopped in his own tracks, pinpointing the direction from which the powers were coming. "We have higher powers incoming. I'm moving to intercept." He ascended, and made a beeline towards the far end of the city, evading blaster fire from the ground below and nearby rooftops.

According to the read of his scouter, the pair of powers en route to the city, while formidable together, would be manageable for him alone; it was just the kind of challenge he needed.

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"Heh, always so professional." Gezoto replied before Togrash went off to charbroil more of the enemy. Once the lizardman's back was turned, however, the horned alien's mouth quirked down at the corners. The fiery warrior was always so to-the-point, so driven, looking to "test himself," and in terms of raw power level he was stronger than both Gezoto and Wiik--by now, he might've even surpassed Rhubari.

You'd almost think he was one of those dumb apes from Planet Vegeta, always bragging about their "Warrior Race."

It pissed Gezoto off. He was supposed to be next in line, he was Aneki's right-hand man! But at this rate, that sadistic shortstack in charge of things was probably gonna promote the lizard to squad leader!

Gezoto looked down at his fist, then clenched it hard enough his knuckles popped. While he was distracted, another of the Pastaran tanks rolled up on him and leveled its main cannon. The four frogmen inside worked with practiced movements, two chambering and loading while the others worked with various mechanical instruments.

"FIRE!"

Gezoto turned towards them at the last moment, then crossed both arms in front of his body. With a growl, every muscle swelled up before going taut, his blocky spikes locking into place like a line of shutters coming down!

"Spike Wall!" There was a sound like stone cracking as his flesh hardened. The tank shell struck him a half-instant later. The blast hit the Ssupaik-jin's body and split, decimating the street all around Gezoto in a V shape, with only what was behind his body left unharmed.

The smoke cleared, revealing a coating of black suit and debris over the invader. The frogmen inside the tank exchanged high fives with a cheer.

Gezoto's body popped and crackled all over as he loosened himself up, and shook off the dust. He was scraped and bruised all over, but it only served to anger him further. With a snarl, he wrapped both arms around the tank's barrel and squeezed it, crushing it as easily as one crushes an empty soda can in one hand.

"I WAS HAVIN--" He spun, levering the whole tank off the ground, "A FRIGGIN' MOMENT HERE!" Rising a few feet off the ground with one last spin, he hurled the armored vehicle. It flew higher than any non-winged machine of its size could hope, and crashed into one of the skyscrapers with enough weight to take out multiple floors. This brought the top half of the building down, and the rest of the base began to tilt underneath all the collapsed weight. Both arms hanging to his knees, Gezoto's chest heaved with heavy breaths.

Just then, a transmission came through on his scouter. Two high power levels? And Togrash was already trying to beat him to it!

"Not again, ya damn lizard!" he said, but he wasn't using his comm-link. He blasted off into the air, flying full-throttle in the direction his scouter indicated.

I WILL get stronger! One day, Togrash is gonna WISH he was me! I'll show 'em all!

Expending more ki than necessary, he put on a burst of speed. Soon Togrash was in view--as were two dark shapes approaching in the purple sky...

"Okay then... Let's see... Where to, where to..." Wiik said to himself, looking around at the surrounding area. He settled on a city not too far from him, rushing towards it and barreling himself towards a building, using his claws to climb further up the building. Once he reached the top, he looked down upon the city, grinning with malice. "This is going to be a great day!" He yells out, grabbing the attention from some inhabitants of the city below. He proceeds to punch the building below him with great force, causing the roof to shatter and sending shockwaves throughout it, shaking the building violently as it began to crumble and fall with him still on it, laughing out loud.