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Post by Cushaw on Apr 23, 2017 10:01:56 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ Probably 'King' wasn't exactly the best term to use when addressing royalty. 'Your Highness' was more common. 'Your Majesty' was probably preferable. Using just the word 'King', delivered with all the flatness of a 'Mister', would have gotten Cushaw into serious trouble if she'd ever used it back on, say, Kabocha. But after everything she'd been through, Cushaw didn't have much deference left in her. Besides, it was hard to feel awe before a man who, not three hours ago, had been almost too embarrassed to carry her.
Still, his response gave her pause for thought. Despite his position as ruler of the planet, nobody actually seemed to address Plato as King, and he hardly seemed to begrudge them for it. He seemed to suggest that he hadn't earned it yet, somehow. There was a lot more going on here, for sure, but for the time being Cushaw did not press the issue. He didn't want to be called King? Not her problem. "Fine, Plato it is."
The Konatsian King went on to insist that Cushaw owed him nothing by way of a life-debt. The Kabochan made no response to this. For one thing, she didn't know how wise it was to take this statement at face value. The whims of royalty were complex, snaking things, and the careless were liable to get bitten. Besides, there was a part of her that insisted she still owed him something in return. That sense of integrity had been hammered into her from an early, and Cushaw cursed it now in silence. What a useless thing to be burdened with, out here in the arse-end of the galaxy.
His suggestion that they eat first before further discussion was much more well-received. Cushaw followed Plato to a table, accepting the chair he had pulled up for her. Sure enough, the food Alaistair had promised was already there, waiting for her. Cushaw tucked in eagerly, cramming fistfuls of the unfamiliar food into her mouth with loud, chomping sounds of enjoyment. The spicy chili was a shock to her tastebuds, but it was the finest food she'd eaten in a damned long time. She couldn't get enough of it.
She paused at the sound of giggling. Cushaw's eyes darted down and to the right. A bedraggled Konatsian child, the points of her ears barely peeeking through a mass of tangled red hair, was trying to stifly her laughter between grimy hands, while an older woman who had 'mother' stamped all over her worn features tried to shush her. For the first time, Cushaw took a good look around her. The eatery was crammed full of destitute Konatsians. Some seemed merry enough. Others wore expressions of utter despair. Some even glared at her, the off-worlder cramming food down her gullet while their own children starved.
Cushaw slowly gulped down the last of her mouthful and glanced down at the Konatsian child again. The little creature looked half-starved, her eyes huge and round as full moons in her gaunt face. Her appetite curbed for the time being, Cushaw nudged the plate of bread Alaistair had provided towards the child. At first, the girl just stared up at her, as if she couldn't quite dare to move. Cushaw nodded wordlessly. Needing no further prompting, the child attacked the bread ravenously, and was soon joined by her mother.
Cushaw sat back against her chair, her brow furrowed as she wondered what had befallen these people. Slowly, she turned to face Plato again. "I'll tell you my story," she said, cautiously. "But I need you to answer a question for me first. Are the people of this planet friends or allies of the Saiyan Solar Empire?" As far as Cushaw knew, Konats had no love for the Saiyans. But that information was old. It came from before her time in the mines, and the galaxy was every shifting and changing.
Depending on Plato's reply, she could be in deep, deep shit.
(Plato I'm assuming Denim and Alaistair are fine with being skipped what with the current setup)
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Post by Plato on Apr 23, 2017 17:30:17 GMT
Plato sat down as he slowly lifted his mask. Some in the room turned they had no seen the king with his mask off and wondered why? Of course their questions was answered quickly as Plato silver hairs rushed out from under his cloak with his burnt looking face as if it was peeling. He didn't look at the Kabochan, "I'm sorry i wear a mask for this reason i don't want people to see what i've become." He said softly as he turned and ate some of the food leaving the bread like Cushnaw had so the kids could eat it. He did it because Cushnaw had did it and it seemed to him like the kind thing to do. Give a child some of his food so they would not be as hungry. He knew how starving must of been like in the cages of the kashvarr castle. He began to eat some of the Chili before turning his head as the woman finished asking him a question first. He turned to her with a serious look, " Friends of the sse if we see an sse solider even so as step on the surface of this planet i am ready to blast them to bits. The sse are the reason all this people sit here and starve and why the city is in shambles." He slammed his hand down lightly on the bar table closing his eyes and shaking his head. "About 10 months ago i was king after i had won a rebellion and defeated a race known as the kashvarr but i knew my planet's weakness. We were not powerful enough to defend from an invasion and i made the choice to make an alliance with the sse as a form of a safety net so if we were attacked we have someone who can help us."
Plato moved his hands closer as he moved his bowl so anyone who wanted to eat it could as he looked her dead in the eye, "I sent my friend Negi a saiyan he was heading to namak so i gave him the message to offer the alliance i knew a commander of the sse was on namak in some form so i believed it was the best way to get this alliance sent." Plato shaked his head , "I was wrong whether the message got there or i was betrayed i don't know till this day but two saiyans were sent to take over konats they being Carva and Arias. Carva was my mortal foe he had hated me for when i first meet him i defeated him with ease but the saiyan had grown to far more powerful then me and his wife arias was a super saiyan i never stood a chance. However, another man Walker had arrived with his group and defeated the sse and banished me leaving a mad doctor Breech on this planet. Breech blew up parts of the city when we took back the planet that being me, Alistair and Denim." He decided to leave out the others as it didn't matter he wanted to seem like it didn't take a whole small army to take back a planet. "25 percent of Konats population in the major city area was killed by either being blown up after being converted into androids or debree or starvation. Three Groups became the targets for why this occurred first the saiyans though most specifically the queen at the time Zucetta, Breech and the being Walker." He raised 2 fingers looking at Cushnaw, "Walker died on namak and Breech well i killed him myself that leaves the former queen which well i'm still figuring out what to do about that." He put his hand down before putting on a calm expression, "Since your a Kabochan i assume your at least apart of the sse which i'd suggest then you eat spend a day resting and leaving if your not well...." He pulled his arm out extending them out, "Then Welcome to konats."
Cushaw
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 23, 2017 18:17:55 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ There was a brief lull in the background chatter of the room as Plato finally removed his helmet. The sight of the Konatsian king's face made Cushaw's breath catch in her throat. Up until this point, she hadn't given much thought as to why the man kept his face concealed. Now she saw his features up close, however, she could see the reason why. The King's face was a nightmare of peeling flesh, framed by lank white locks. He appeared afflicted, ill, warped. The Konatsians who had fallen silent seemed to share Cushaw's shock at the state of their king. Yet no one spoke.
Cushaw had seen her fair share of gruesome sights, and on the whole considered herself pretty robust when it came to dealing with him, but she could feel her appetite dissolving when confronted by Plato's ailing visage. She dropped her hands to the table, making no move to stop a couple more Konatsian children from helping themselves to the bread and chili. I don't want people to see what I've become. How could Plato command such battle power and look so decrepit? Was this, somehow, the cost he paid for his power?
A shiver walked its way up Cushaw's spine, but she was afforded little time to ponder further on this. Her question as to Konats' relations with the Saiyan Empire seemed to have kindled Plato's anger. The Konatsian went so far as to declare that any ally of the Saiyans who set foot on the planet would be blasted into oblivion, underlining his point by rapping the table with his fist.
It didn't take long for Plato to unfurl the tale of his planet's misfortune, though the King narrated many events great and terrible. An ill-advised attempt to form an alliance with the Saiyans had resulted in Konats being conquered, only to be recently reclaimed by the trio Cushaw had met today. The names of those involved in this brutal drama were largely unknown, save for one. Zucceta. Cushaw felt her guts writhe with instant hatred at the mention of the name. Zucceta stood atop the ziggurat that was the Saiyan Solar Empire, therefore it was only natural for Cushaw to consider the woman her ultimate foe.
Wait. Queen at the time? What had happened while she was a prisoner? Questions for later, possibly.
Plato ended his narrative on an ultimatum. If Cushaw was an ally of the SSE, she was granted one day of rest before she would forced to depart Konats. Otherwise, she was welcome to stay, apparently.
Cushaw remained silent for a moments before replying. "Sounds like this planet's suffered plenty at the hands of the Saiyan Empire," she said, glancing around at the destitute Konatsians, many of whom probably had friends and family among the quarter of the planet's population that had been wiped out. "And now that you've answered my question, I can answer yours. I'm not a friend of the Saiyans or their Empire, any more than you are, and I'm grateful to be here at your table." She reached out to shake Plato's gloved hand, trying hard not to think of the state of the digits she was clutching, underneath the cloth and mail.
"I can't blame you for assuming that, as a Kabochan, I'd be part of the Empire. My people aren't much more than thugs and breeding stock for the Saiyans these days." Cushaw's mouth worked for a moment in distaste. "Not so long ago, I was part of the Empire's auxiliary troops myself. But things change. I don't know if you ever heard of the rebellion on Kabocha? Maybe the Empire kept shit quiet, I don't know. There was an... attempt, to oust Saiyan influence on the planet and re-establish Kabocha as an independent realm. I was part of that movement."
Cushaw sighed heavily, reaching out for a pitcher of water. After drinking down a couple of cups, she pressed on. "Long story short, we were beaten. Crushed. Massacred. The surviving ringleaders were sent to Space Prison Knutts. As for me? I was spared because of my low power level. They didn't think I was enough of a threat to be sent to Knutts." She spat the last few words. "Me and the rest of the grunts were shipped off to the mines on Shikk. That's where they gave me this." She tapped her breastbone, where the prisoner code had been branded, only to realise it was hidden under her clothing now.
"I don't know how long ago that was. A year? Two years? More? It was like... time didn't exist in the mines. The world spun on without us, and we were just ghosts, stuck down there in the dark. They had android guards watching over us, day and night. Every so often, some hotshot would try to escape and get shot full of of more holes than a cheese grater before they could make five steps. It got so none of us even dared think about escaping."
A bitter smile quirked Cushaw's lips. "Except one. A Brenchian called Origan. To this day, I still don't know how she did it. She must have been laying that plan for weeks, months. I don't think any one of us knew it in full. My job was simple - make some noise and crack some heads. Well, I was itching for some action, and I was that desperate I didn't even care anymore if I died in the attempt."
"Finally, the night of the breakout came. That was... two nights ago, I guess. And again, long story short, I made it out of the mines alive. Not unscathed, though. That blast wound you saw in my side? I got that off one of those damned androids. And for all I know, I'm the only who made it out. Origan certainly didn't. All those months of planning and scheming, and she didn't even get to taste the benefit of her own plan." Cushaw stared glumly at nothing for a moment before downing another cup of water. All this talking was making her thirsty, not to mention killing what was left of her good mood from earlier.
"I managed to steal a clapped-out old space pod and set it for a course to Konats. It was the only destination I could get to outside Imperial Space. I was bleeding bad, starving and thirsty, and the environmental systems inside the pod were busted. I spent twenty-four hours slowly dying inside that pod. Then I hit the stratosphere, and your planet came close to sealing the deal. Then you showed up, and bang. Here we are."
Cushaw turned to look at Plato again. "That's my story. And hopefully you can tell from it that I hate the Saiyans at least as much as you do." Her eyes blazed for a moment, then quieted once again. "You said something about Zucceta not being Queen anymore, though. What else has happened while I was down in those mines?"
Plato
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Post by Plato on Apr 23, 2017 23:28:09 GMT
He shaked his head as the Kabochan dropped and stopped eating her food, "Sorry I should of said something I gave a lot the walker figure I spoke of nearly murdered me on a trip to earth hence the scars." It was a lie but he didn't want to tell her that he given up part of his body and soul so he'd could reach a power that still made him pale in comparison to those in the universe like the queen, the leader of earth and other being that might as well been gods compared to ants. She stated she was no friend of the SSE as he nodded shaking her hand as he nodded, "Yes I think we are glad there is another at our table that expresses our dislike of an empire who didn't get their dues." He said nodding his head to her as she began to explain her story. She explained she was not a part of saiyan empire but she was trying to rebel against them. He nodded his head looking at Cushnaw, "I've never heard of this rebellion but please continue." He said as he watched listening to what she had to say about her life before coming here. He explained they were beaten badly and as a result she was sent to the mines to work. They never stood a chance it seemed which made sense. The only one who ever beat back the SSE were Xylo and Earth and both were Monsters in terms of power. Though Xylo only beat them with the help of a now dead walker so he was out of the running. She explained a Breechan named Origan was planning a prison break and that she needed someone break some heads which would be Cusnaw. He nodded as she explained that was how she got the blaster wound in the side during the breakout though the mastermind of the plan Origan didn’t make it out.
Afterword’s she had stolen a pod and made her escape which was why she was on Konats at this very moment. Plato turned to her as she asked about what happened while she was in those mines. “The earth and SSE made an alliance of sorts and from a man I know I’ve heard the queen gave up her throne. I don’t know who the throne is owned by at this moment but it a different ruler to be sure. Most likely someone she had groomed to be her successor if she was going to pass. “Plato grabbed his mask putting it back on slowly as he finished eating. “I’ll ask you this one question and I’m curious of your answer.” Plato said standing to his feet looking down at her seriously, “You want to free those who still are in those mines or on your home from the SSE because I know one SSE who may be able to help you someone that may be able to at the least get some lease ordered to free those in the mines.” Plato closed his eyes for the moment, “Or do you want to go the blazing path of revenge and kill those who chained and bounded you and show them the pride of your race what path would you wish for yourself to take both paths have their risk and I’ve taken both myself.” Plato turned, “The Path of Revenge and the path of Negotiation.”
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 24, 2017 18:11:28 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ Cushaw wasn't remotely convinced by Plato's half-assed excuse about the scars, but she said nothing. She knew what battle wounds looked like, and that definitely had nothing to do with what was happening to Plato's face. In any case, her suspicions were confirmed. News of the Kabochan rebellion had not spread this far. Perhaps they'd never even spread off-world. Such a rumour would have dangerously destabilized Saiyan rule over their provinces, especially in light of Plato's subsequent explanation.
Cushaw needed a moment to take it all in. The Saiyans had allied themselves with Earth? Last she remembered hearing, Zucceta had been gearing up to invade the blue planet. The Kabochan rebels had attempted to take advantage of the this fact, hoping to strike once the majority of the Kabochan garrison was drafted into the invading force. So why were they now allies? If Zucceta had abdicated the throne, the invasion must surely have ended in disaster. Cushaw felt bitter triumph twist in her chest.
It seemed Plato had some further questions for her, though. She craned her neck to look up at the Konatsian king, who had now donned his mask once more, pondering his words. At first, the offer he placed before her seemed too good be true. Could he really have a contact in the Empire's hierarchy who might liberate the surviving Kabochan prisoners? Cushaw came close to exclaiming an emphatic 'yes', but the reply died on her lips as reality caught up with her. She shook her head.
"It's a kind thought, but it won't work. The other Kabochans in the mines were gunned down by the androids. If any made it out alive, they'll have been executed. The Saiyans and their croneys don't fuck around when it comes to setting an example." Cushaw shut her eyes for a moment, as if in silent prayer for her former comrades who were now surely carrion fodder on Shikk. "As for freeing my home planet..."
A low, joyless laugh shook Cushaw's shoulders. "When I and the rest of the Kabochan revolutionaries were brought to our knees, our own people spat on us and called us traitors. That was the most painful lesson to swallow." She pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment, then looked back up at Plato. "Kabocha doesn't want to be free. They're content to carry on as thugs for the Saiyans. It's been that way for centuries, maybe longer. It's like a wheel - we just carry on kowtowing to whoever's resting at the top. Saiyan, Arcosian, doesn't matter. They don't know any other way to live anymore, and they don't want to. There's only one of me, and I'm not strong enough to make a difference yet."
Cushaw fell silent for a moment, staring down at her hands, before speaking again. "I'd like nothing better than to take the fight straight to the Saiyans. Every inch of me is itching for a fight. But if I'm to make a difference for my race, I think I gotta start with myself. I have to find out what Kabochans are truly capable of when we shirk our complacency. I have to push myself harder. Rise higher. Then I'll decide what path to take."
The Kabochan stood to her feet, bringing herself back up to eye level with Plato, a determined look on her face. "One thing I do know, though. If there's anything I can do to spite the Empire, I'll do it. This isn't even about life-debt anymore. The two of us, we have an enemy in common. Some would say that's enough for us to be allies. Any people who suffer at the hands of the Saiyans will find a friend in me." There a few hushed exclamations from the Konatsian children, one or two of whom seemed to be pointing in awe at the silver-haired woman, at her towering frame and toned arms. Cushaw managed a wry smile. "I think I might stick around this planet of yours a little longer, if that's okay with you, King."
Plato (I think we're getting close to a good point to wrap this up?)
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Post by Plato on Apr 25, 2017 0:17:00 GMT
He nodded at the woman, "Yes that would make sense however there always might have been the chance." Plato said looking around as she spoke about being spat upon by her people after her rebellion. He looked at her a sadness lingering in his eyes, "When I was first ousted from the throne the same thing happened to me I was spat apon by some of the people I was willing to die for. I regret a lot of things but I don't regret that because I know it made me stronger I know they wanted one that could truly free them. They won't be free with a weak leader to guide their hand the kabochan have not had one of those for years if you’re going to stride on a path to save them and show them their strength they need a light of strength to follow a leader that can inspire them and show the Saiyans are not unbeatable and they can choose their own paths." He rose clenching his fist to the sky looking at the Kabochan, "If you want to change your people you need the strength and I can do what I can to give you that strength." He said calmly before looking her dead in the eye, "But there a cost to every desire I learned the hard way but I won't let someone walk down the path I walked." Plato got to his feet looking back at the woman. "You become as powerful as you need to be but if you want to free your people you will need to reach power beyond even a super saiyan." Plato said calmly as he turned away thinking for a moment.
She remained her of him once a time where he had been searching for power and help but was bitter to her people for betraying them. He had wanted to go back and free his people and he did eventually but he was too weak at the time. He should of waited till he was stronger and if he did maybe just maybe all the trauma that beheld konats would never have occurred. If had been more wise perhaps then his people would not be suffering, "Yes we have a common foe and may that foe pay for the crimes they have committed someone has to be the one that judges him for their crimes." They had finished eating and she asked if she could stay on the planet Plato nodding, "You can stay as long as you want as long as you don't cause trouble which I doubt you will if you need anything else just ask me." Plato began to walk out to head the castle. He needed to rule after all he was king. He had asked what he needed to ask and if she wanted to talk she was welcome in his castle.
(Gonna Exit and take Zeni)
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 26, 2017 2:24:28 GMT
(For clarity, I'll be aiming for the level 1 shop with Zeni!)
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Post by Queen Habana on Apr 30, 2017 22:21:59 GMT
Cushaw | WC: 7572 | Zeni Gains: 8519 | New Zeni: 9973 Plato | WC: 5669 | Zeni Gains: 4677 | New Zeni: 6071 Denim | WC: 2597 | Zeni Gains: 3116 | New Zeni: 4422 Alaistair | WC: 1728 | Zeni Gains: 2570 | New Zeni: 52363
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