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Heroism Emerges; Phoenix Corporation Log 002
Topic Started: Jun 26 2011, 09:53 PM (206 Views)
Keroth
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Phoenix Corporation Log 002
User: Keroth

I have to admit, the old street performer was certainly a lot stronger than I expected. I checked his power level mid-fight and it was exactly the same as mine, meaning he was holding back what his real strength was. Plus he was able to mimic every one of my moves, even before I used them. He even copied my Aura Explosion, and I’ve only ever used that twice. I wonder how strong that guy really was…Oh well, some questions are best left unanswered.

I got enough lucky shots in to win the fight, and the old man was true to his word when he gave me the Yardrat Warrior Outfit. The style was pretty cool, and I could feel that the suit had some mystical qualities. Fred thought that it looked like crap, but what the hell does he know? He’s a Saibaman. Alright, time to begin the next log; as per usual, it’s going to be a mix of dialogue heard around me, internal thoughts, and narration in the past tense. Remember, whoever you are, that my travels are not always meant for children’s bed time stories. Here we go…

”Hey Fred, can you go get me a soda?.” I asked, looking over the chair of my pilot seat. Fred grunted in response. ”I can’t get it myself because I’m flying, you ass.” Another grunt came in my direction from the green alien. “Alright, you got me. It’s on auto-pilot.” Damn, how did Fred always know when I was just being lazy?

Staring bored at the planet around us, I couldn’t help but notice how slow the ship seemed to move when I obeyed the speed limit. This ship could travel across the Galaxy in two days, but the NGT and PTO both approved a law saying that we’re not allowed to fly faster than 120 on planets for fear of killing any wildlife or flyers. Honestly, one hundred and twenty miles an hour…I could fly faster than that without the ship, much faster. Why was it that two warring factions both agreed on the same law? Why can’t they just spite each other like the rest of us honest human beings? Well, half-human beings…and Changelings, and Saiyans, and Imps, etc.

A familiar voice came over the intercom. ”Incoming distress signal, caller unknown, message sent to all within a 100 mile radius.” It was the voice of Janice, the primary AI of the Phoenix Corporation. I uploaded her into the nano-chip in my head, and decided to link her up with my ship too. Either she is the best thing to happen to me, or she’s pretty much going to ruin everything that I own. In for the penny, in for the pound. Fred grunted, implying that we should take the call.

”Alright Janice, put the transmission on screen, let’s get some visual along with this. You never know, hotties need saving too.” The video screen in the cockpit of The Frontier blinked on and the transmission began. The screen showed another wrinkly Yardratian, sending a chill down my spine. Damn these people are ugly. Still, ugly people need saving too.

“To any who will help, our village is in dire need of assistance. To any who will help, our village is in dire need of assistance. To any who-” I shut off the screen. ”I hate when they put it on replay, though I suppose you can’t really blame them. Janice, set a course for the location that the transmission is being sent from.” The ship moved oh so slightly to the West and descended below the clouds. Peaking over the pilot’s screen, I could see that we had entered into a desert area of the planet, though this one was far more desolate than the first area of the Esahu Desert that we had last visited. After ten minutes or so, I began to get a bit impatient; I always was like that. ”Damn it, Janice. Can’t we just warp to Hyper Drive and flash there immediately? Or maybe just put on the Thrusters?”

The voice of Janice replied over the ship’s intercom. “I am sorry, Keroth, but accessing Hyper Drive while still in the orbit of a planet would be harmful to all within a 1 mile radius, and may leave lasting scars on the surroundings.”

”Peachy, because we really have to worry about protecting a desert wasteland. Whatever, just get us there before whoever sent the distress signal dies.” So I complain a lot, shut up. It’s an endearing character trait.

After about twenty minutes we finally came to a stop and settled over a small village. By the looks of the shoddy craftsmanship of the houses and the small herds of animals, I assumed that the area was a temporary housing for some nomadic tribe. After setting the ship to hover in the air on auto-pilot, Fred and I were ready to save some ugly little aliens. ”Janice, teleport us down to the ground.” A flash of blue light emanated around us before we were teleported down into the seemingly make-shift village. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to my new surroundings.

”Damn it’s bright down here. Come on Fred, let’s go save some ugly midgets.” Fred crossed his arms and grunted back at me. ”Why? Because we’re heroes!” Fred raised what would have been an eyebrow, if he had any. ”Oh don’t give me that. I saved you, didn’t I? And you’re an ugly midget, so it would only be fair for me to do the same for these people.” It seemed like Fred wanted to change things up a bit, because he didn’t reply with a grunt this time. Instead, he replied with a quick kick to my shin. I really have to trim the claws of his feet some time.

A few of the Yardratians came over and greeted me; they seemed nice enough but even with the racial difference I could tell that they were worried about something. One of the old ladies stepped forward…Or at least I think she was an old lady. They’re all so wrinkly and creepy…gross. Where was I? Oh yeah.

“Excuse me kind sir, have you come to answer our distress call?” She said while staring at…Fred. ”Uh, no ma’am, that’d actually be me. Fred is more like my secretary or something. Maybe a minion, though that would imply he does anything useful…I guess you’d call him a roommate.” Fred grunted. ”Yeah, that’s it. He’s more like a bro.” There was an awkward silence after that as the Yardratian villagers stared at us. I swear, if this planet had tumbleweeds, one of them would have rolled by.

Keroth, I took the liberty of activating your scouter. Ah, the familiar voice of Janice inside of my head. Wait, what? You can do that? Don’t screw with my stuff unless I say you can. That goes double for my body! There was a few seconds of silence. My apologies, Keroth. Though during my temporary access of the scouter, I could see that the power levels in this village do not exceed mid-thirties. These people are likely suffering from some sort of oppression. While she was probably right, I didn’t think she needed to do any of that. I mean, I was just about to ask them, and they could have just told me. You’re right, my apologies Keroth. I-WHAT?! Stay out of the journal log, Janice! God damn it, what does a guy have to do to get some privacy inside of his own head? Where was I? Oh yeah.

After an unusually awkward pause, I figured these people were either brain dead or more accustomed to sitting around and waiting. Guess I had better break the ice. ”So you guys sent a distress beacon, huh? Well you’re in luck, because my name is Keroth and I just so happen to be flying by and I’m in a good mood today.” My good mood was mostly because I just inherited an entire underground organization, but it’s the thought that counts. ”So what can I do for you people today?”

One of the children stared at me in what looked like a semi-offended manner. “You people? What do you mean you peo-“

”Shut up, you know what I meant. I’m going to save you all, don’t be a dick about it.” Sweet holy Yema, what the hell is wrong with people these days? The old lady stepped up to the plate again, seemed like she was the village elder, or at least I hope she was with wrinkles like those. “Please, kind sir, we require your assistance. Our people have been disappearing in the desert over the last year, and we worry for their lives! A disappearance or two is not unheard of, but we have lost over 500 people this year!” I blinked, I couldn’t believe it. Her math must have been wrong or something. ”Five hundred? But there’s only like…thirty of you here.” I could see a few of them begin to tear up. The old woman nodded. “Yes, that is why it is so important that we receive your help soon.”

Wow. Just...Wow. This village was almost wiped out, and they don’t even know what’s causing it. I can’t let this one slide. ”Ok lady, I’ve decided to help you all out, but I’m going to need clues. Do you have any maps of the area around here?” They nodded. ”Alright, here’s a marker. Gather up everyone in the village, and all of you talk to each other. Discover who last saw each person that went missing, starting with the most recent. That person will place a dot on this map, showing where they last saw whoever has gone missing. Once we have all of it down, we should have a bunch of dots in the same area. That’s the area that I’ll investigate, and that should help me solve this problem faster.” I have to admit, I was one clever detective.

It took about four hours, but the small Yardratians finally got the work done. I have to admit, I gave them less credit than they deserved. Four hours to communicate every detail about 500 cases over the last year? That’s…actually impossible. I looked down on the Yardratian kid that brought this to me. Janice, say hi to the nice little local.

Greetings, local Yardratian. I am Janice, the primary AI unit of the Phoenix Corporation. The little boy’s face seemed oddly alert to each word, making me a bit suspicious, but then he gave himself away. “Hello, Janice! I am Mignoff.” I knew it. “Hey kid, that conversation was entirely in my head, you all just gave yourselves away. You can read minds, can’t you?” I had expected the boy to look shocked and ashamed at being caught snooping through my mind, but he just looked friendly and confused. “Er, of course. That’s how we normally talk, isn’t that what you do?”

…Oh. Well now I felt like an ass; I had thought I caught these little bastards probing my thoughts with some evil scheme in mind, when it turns out that they’re just more mentally advanced than Saiyans or Humans. “No, kid. Most people can’t do that, and it’s considered an invasion of privacy. Just tell the others to not do it to travelers; we feel that it’s rude. Now give me the map.” He handed me a rolled up piece of…is this papyrus? God damn, this planet is like a utopia of wisdom and a baron wasteland from the past.

I have to stop thinking negatively; it’s making me look like an ass in this log. So the kid handed me the papyrus map and the glaring focus point of the disappearances was a river five miles east. But one thing stood out a bit more. Almost all of these dots were red, but two were green. The kid had already bolted it, so I looked for the old lady. I found her sitting by a well in the center of the semi-circle village of theirs. “Hey lady, what’s with these two green dots? Are they supposed to represent somebody specific? And where did you get the green ink, I only gave you a red marker.” The lady held up her hand, where a small cut was dripping green blood. Gross! Shit, Janice, teleport this map up to the ship and test it for - I don’t know – space AIDs or something. The map glowed a gentle blue for an instant before disappearing from my hand. Oh man, I love doing that. Oh right, the old lady. She seemed to wait for Janice to teleport the map up. This implied she was listening to the conversation in my head and waiting her turn; I guess the kid didn’t tell her what I said about telepathy, or maybe she just didn’t care.

After waiting her turn, the Yardratian elder finally replied, “The two green dots are to represent the man that we thought was the last who disappeared, and the man who was actually the last to disappear.” She seemed sad at these words. “Ohhh kay, so when did these two disappear?” Looking up with tears in her eyes, the old woman was close to breaking down. “One was last week…Another we just learned about. He disappeared while we wrote the map. Even when we have an outsider come to save us, we are still being taken. Why? Why does this happen to us?! Keroth, I beg you to put a stop to this heinous genocide at once! Please!”

She took me by surprise. Up until now, Yardratians had always been slow speakers and they seemed to lack energy in their voice. This one, even though she seemed older than all the rest, she had an energetic push that stressed the severity of the issue. Maybe their race gets more energy when they get older, but I think it was just something special about this lady. She could pull energy from some internal force, much like I could with my own life force through Haokiru.

I stared at her for a good two or three seconds as tears streamed down her purple wrinkly face. “What’s your name?” “My-My name is Jendrel.” She said through her sobbing. I closed the gap between us and knelt on one knee, taking her leathery hand in my own and finally acting like a Hero. “Well, Jendrel, I promise you, I’m going to find whatever is doing this to your people, and I am going to put a stop to it.” Damn, that was suave. If only she was hotter, and younger, and…not a Yardratian, pretty much. Still, it didn’t matter what she looked like, it was time to solve a case and fight some evil.

Janice, get me the map.

But Keroth, it has not finished biological testing for viruses and potential bacteria.

Activate Protocol: I Don’t Give a Shit. Give me the map, I’m putting a stop to whatever asshole is taking these poor people, and I’m putting a stop to it now.
A blue glow appeared in front of my face, my hand swiftly grabbed the papyrus map as it flashed into existence. “This map shows that the river to the east is the primary abduction spot, I’ll be staking that place out. You’ve all helped with the investigation as much as I could ask you to; I’ll be back.”

This part is my personal favorite. I couldn’t actually use Instant Transmission, but I was getting to the point where I could move in small bursts at such a speed that the human eye literally would not notice the frames between my point of origin and my location. Essentially, to them, I could teleport on increments of five hundred feet. I flashed myself behind one of the huts before powering up with my burning red aura over the sands, causing a glass crater to form underneath me as I shot into the air, flying to the east. Hot damn, I make this look good.

With the bird’s eye view I could see the river off in the distance, but it also became evident that there were no real landmarks along the riverbed that would give any form of evidence for the case. Behind me, my scouter picked up an energy signature coming from my flank. Tilting my head, I could see that it was just Fred trying to keep up. We both landed on the river bed as I checked the map. Janice, run a scan of this map through a GPS program, using the top of the map as the indication for the north. Looking back on it, that single, nearly insignificant sentence was the marking point of my life’s gradual change from soldier to hero. Any soldier can fight like a hero, but a true hero needs to be able to solve the problems in order to save people. Yes, Keroth. I will begin the programming immediately. Me and Fred grabbed a drink from the water as we waited for the GPS to be finished. And I mean that in the most literal sense, by the time we had taken a drink from the river that we landed by, Janice had completed the scan and programmed a GPS based around it. I was serious when I met her that if she had a body I would give her a hug.

The GPS programming was directed to the nano-chip in my head. It was odd, like seeing a screen in your mind and also seeing reality through your eyes. The best example I could think of would be the state between dream and consciousness, where you perceive the dream but can still be taken into reality instantly by any slight noise. Using the new GPS program, I was able to head to the exact area on the river where most of the disappearances had happened. Sadly, the only mark of interest here was a single withered tree. Fred looked up at me and grunted in a high pitch. “Good point, the tree could just be a front. Let’s check it out, buddy.” We inspected the tree for about ten minutes. I used my scouter to check for any power level inside of it, we checked the branches for any hidden compartments or disguised switches, and eventually we just tore the thing apart looking for anything that may be hidden in the root system.

Keroth, it seems that you have destroyed a rare instance of tree in this desert. The tree’s bark, however, can be used as a seed if planted properly. Sigh. ”Not exactly the type of Hero work that I was looking for, Janice, but fine. Upload the proper planting procedures into my head, we’ll get planting while we look around. We blew about three hours planting bark into specific pits of dirt and sand before I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. By ‘something’ I mean a fifty foot long mechanical arm extending out of the lake and trying to grab Fred. A small fact about Fred, he hates being picked up. The giant metal arm made the mistake of grabbing onto Fred’s sides, and he responded in kind by blowing white hot energy out of his body, melting enough wiggle room for him to slip out. I tossed the bark to the side, ecstatic for a fight. “This is what I’m talking about, let’s do this!”

Me and Fred had a little tag-team work that we had been working on, and we finally got to put it into practice. He grabbed the arm at the center point and charged it up with his electrical energy, paralyzing the machinery while I powered up on the other side. Once I had reached my peak, I threw myself into the air, blasting my ki at the ground to propel myself even faster at the giant arm. I collided with the point that Fred was holding onto, and we released an amount of energy that was exactly equal, destroying whatever was between us and leaving us unharmed. Or at least, that was the plan. It seems I kicked my power level up a knotch or two since we last practiced this, because I knocked Fred back into the ground about 30 feet back. It half-worked though, as the mechanical arm was completely severed in half. I flashed over to Fred’s crater, please tell me I didn’t just kill my only friend! His body lie there, unmoving on the ground. I picked him up and checked his pulse, “Please don’t be dead! Holy Yema I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to punch out so much energy.” My worries disappeared when his right arm twitched, and then came across my face. It left a mark for days, but I deserved it.

“Good to know you’re still in the game. Janice, send a Senzu our way!” A small blue light appeared above Fred’s head, followed by one of our last Senzu beans. The bean fell into his mouth, so I placed him down on the ground; he’d be fine in a few moments, and our target was getting away. Whatever the mechanical arm was connected to under the water was clearly descending, even though the river looked like it was only 20 feet deep at its best. “Not so fast, asshole!” I flashed to the ground, grabbing the removed half of the mechanical arm and swinging it at the remaining half. The hand of the arm successfully grabbed onto the stub where it had been removed, giving me enough leverage to pull the metal beam into the riverbed sand.

Dashing through the air, I charged my body with as much fire as I could and sped up, hoping to make as much of an impact as I could. I hit the ground thirty feet in front of the arm, knocking a tidal wave of sand over it. Charging up as fast as I could, I followed the impact with another leap, charging down into the sand that was covering the arm. The fire of my aura erupted into the sand, causing a giant cloud around me. When the sand-cloud cleared, I was standing on a five foot mound of glass, fifteen feet around, with the metal beam of the aggressor attached to it. “Let’s see what you really are.” What came next made me feel pretty stupid. I was expecting some 50 foot android, but what I saw instead was a submarine that once had a giant arm attached to it. “What the hell?” What the hell indeed. Fred appeared by my side, looking healthy and ready as ever to do a little adventuring. “Let’s pull this baby up and crack it open.” Fred and I smirked at each other. I love when a plan comes together.

Pulling the submarine up didn’t take long, not because I had any energy left over or because Fred was extremely strong, but because I like to cheat. For example…“Hey Janice, bring the ship over here.”

“But sir, you told me that the ship must remain on stationary auto-pilot until you return.”

“I know I did, but override that order, okay? Bring the ship down here, and use the tractor beam to pull this submarine into the docking bay.” Haha, oh god do I sound rich and important. Things really had gotten weird since I started travelling the galaxy, and I’ve gotten five times stronger too. Imagine if I had done so earlier in life? Damn kids these days, kicking ass and taking names. Which reminds me…

After a few minutes needed to dock the ship and the meager seconds needed to teleport Fred and me to the docking bay, we had finally cracked the side hull of the submarine. I had been working on a little technique to cut ships open, I call it “blast the side until it breaks.” I guess that’s the benefit of having an immense docking bay with repair droids wandering around; you can let loose and not worry about destroying the ship too much.

The broken square of sheet metal used as the sub’s wall fell to the floor of the docking bay with a loud clang. Walking in, we found something that haunted us to this day. Inside of the sub there were seven tubes of an odd liquid with Yardratians being outfitted in cybernetic parts, mostly around the head. The sub had been outfitted with an auto-pilot, and seemed to be manned from elsewhere. “Janice, do a forensics scan on the people in these tubes, I wanted to know what this person is doing to them.” A small pause came before Janice replied. “Keroth, it seems that these Yardratians are being converted into some form of android combatants.” Fred and I stared at each other, a silently sadness and rage growing in both our hearts. We had both seen something like this before, at Saiba Forensics on Vegeta. Fred had experienced it first hand, being transformed from a Changeling to a Saibaman against his will.

“Keroth, before the transmissions were cut off, I was able to track the radio signal that the ship was sending, presumably to its controller. Would you like me to upload them to your internal GPS?” Freds eyes began to shine from the tears that he was keeping back. Quietly, I responded. “Yes, Janice. I think we should get this over with as fast as we can.” The coordinates popped into my mind, and I followed them in a flash, exiting the ship. Fred followed swiftly behind me as I blew through the clouds, aiming towards the river. I made impact into the water, followed by what should have been impact into the ground below the water’s surface, but such was not the case. Just as I had suspected by these GPS readings, the ground under the river was just an illusion to throw off any would-be pursuers, and to give the Yardratians a false sense of security.

Underneath the illusion we could see that the river was far larger than we originally thought. Whoever had this operation going was also going through an awful lot of trouble to prevent the water from irrigating throughout the rest of the desert; I’ll have to fix that later too. Holding my breath, I ran my scouter for energy signatures. Picking one up about a half mile away, I figured I didn’t have the breath to reach it in time, but I did have something just as good. Janice, take us to the power signature I’m scanning through my scouter. The familiar blue light surrounded the two of us and the water on our skin was replaced by cold air. I gasped for air but Fred didn’t take a break to breath, he didn’t need to. Hell, with how personal this mission had become to him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he skipped breathing even if he did need to.

I flashed myself forward to catch up to Fred, staying slightly behind him this time. The walls around us were a dark black stone, but I could feel the energy going through them on my scouter. It must have been using ki as a power source to run whatever type of technology was being used down here. We traveled down various corridors until we came across a mausoleum-sized lab, stories upon stories of man-sized glass tubes filled with Yardratians in their final state of mechanical transformation.

“Janice, get into this system and see if this transformation has some sort of reversal.” Fred walked up to one of the tubes and placed his hand on it, staring at the cyborg Yardratian. I may not be able to read minds, but I could certainly feel the pain that Fred was going through at that moment.

“Keroth, I have found a reversal process, it is meant to be used in the event that a future upgrade requires the specimen to be in the original state."

“Good. Run the reversal on every single one of these.” The whirling sounds of gears turning behind the walls accompanied with the crackle of ki-energy and electricity meeting in harmony to undo the abominable task filled me with an odd sensation; I suppose this is the sort of control that mad scientists and villains are always seeking. It disgusted me.

“Just vat do you zink you are doing on mein property, hm?” an old man’s voice came from the darkness down the hall. He caught me while I was lighting my cigarette, and I hated to be interrupted. “I’m changing these people back and taking them home. Are you responsible for this?” The old man stepped forward from the shadows of archway, but it wasn’t what either of us were expecting. Only the face was recognizably human, while the body was entirely metal. Standing at 13 feet tall, the legs and arms were metal scaled tubes, like an alligator’s skin. The center of his cyborg body was a large metal circle that revealed gauges and holes for missile weaponry. “Yes, yes, this is mein greatest creation! Ze peak uf science und mysticism, the Yardratzians have supplied me with all of ze research material a man could ever ask for! But you…You are undoing my work!? How dare you do su-“ Fuck this. Why even bother letting him continue.

“Fred, kill him.” The Saibaman erupted into a fury of white electrical energy, destroying the stone beneath his feet. He flashed in an instant through the cyborg’s body, but when he came through his aura was no longer attached to him. Instead, the Saibaman’s white electrical aura was left inside of the hole that he left inside of the cyborg’s center. Releasing it all with a scream of rage, Fred detonated the energy he had left inside of the old man, blowing him into oblivion. There was nothing left of him but smoke. Fred dropped to the ground, exhausted. He had spent his rage up, and now all that was left was sadness. Leaning over, he weeped into his hands.

I walked over to the little guy, placing my hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok man, you did good. He won’t be hurting anyone ever again. Everyone is going to be ok, let’s get these guys cured, then we’ll take care of the seven on the sub.” It took five days, but we had finally reversed the process on all of the five hundred Yardratians that had been kidnapped. I was finally ready to leave the village when the elderly woman from before approached me.

“Keroth! There you are, I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for our people!”

“Oh, no need. It’s kind of what I do these days.” She smiled, but still hit me for trying to be modest. “Nonsense! You didn’t think we wouldn’t reward you, did you?” Odd, that entire aspect of the job had slipped my mind.“Er, actually, I hadn’t thought about it. I assume you’re all poor as hell.” she kicked me in the foot; damn, these people are violent. “You younglings these days! I wasn’t in your head without a reason, you know! I was searching for your weakness, and I found it! Now I’m going to reward you, you see. I’m going to unlock a technique in you that will teach you to overcome it.”

My mind suddenly clicked, as if I was instantly taught how to ride a bike. But this wasn’t just riding a bike; it was…something entirely different. I could feel the ability to call upon energy just as I had previously called upon life. “I…Thank you, lady.”

“No, Keroth, thank you.”

Teleporting back to the ship, I couldn’t help but smile. Did helping people always feel this good?
Edited by Keroth, Jun 29 2011, 08:10 AM.
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Haokiru Keroth's Energy Reserves
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Description: Students of Haokiru learn to hold on to that which their body wishes to hold on to most: life. Masters of Haokiru learn to hold on to something more, to draw power from where there is none.
Effect: (This skill does not get added to your hand roll. You may play this skill from your Move Set and immediately use it during the Discard Phase if you are at 0 Power Stages). RESTRICTEDx2. Gain 1 Power Stage. Your first attack next combat gains "SUCCESSFUL - Discard one of your opponent's Constant Skills."

I compare it to Haokiru Survival Instinct, and felt that gaining 1 PS wasn't nearly as strong as coming back from the dead. To make up for it, I added in a way of discarding skills (since Haokiru can only get that from custom skills).
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Haokiru Keroth's Energy Reserves
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Description: Students of Haokiru learn to hold on to that which their body wishes to hold on to most: life. Masters of Haokiru learn to hold on to something more, to draw power from where there is none.
Effect: (You may play this skill from your Move Set and immediately use it during the Discard Phase if you are at 0 Power Stages). RESTRICTEDx2. Gain 1 Power Stage. Your first attack next combat gains "SUCCESSFUL - Discard one of your opponent's Constant Skills."
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