Post by Argus Boch on Apr 26, 2017 9:09:49 GMT
Argus walked out of the militant base with his head held high, keeping hold of as much dignity as he could in his march down the street towards his apartment. The only give away to the slight pang of regret he felt was how tightly his fists were clenched at his sides.
The large man took a deep breath. He made his choice, there was no reason going back on it now.
Beyond the benefits, he had no reason to continue working as a planetary pirate for the SSE. His squad had been wiped out in the last mission, which luckily included the death of the former short-sighted bastard of a commander, and Argus just didn't find the thought of putting his life on the line for the very little payoff to be worth it.
He didn't mind the job itself, it was rather cathartic crushing weaklings under his boot, he simply had no real loyalty to the SSE, or took any pride in doing their dirty work, so he may as well just look after himself.
But that came with another issue, the one that was making him regret quitting.
As cannon fodder of the Saiyan Army, he had benefits. Free food, fresh clothes, a roof over his head, and a little spending money after missions. Now he was officially on his own. He had 24 hours to pack up his shit from that little apartment space he'd been given and had figure out where to go from there.
He closed his eyes and let out a low growl. 'Figure out'. He knew exactly where he was headed. Straight to the ghetto reserved for the low-class scum that turned their backs on the army while having no other recognizable skill. It was his only option, because his father sure as hell wasn't going to take him in, and there was no way he was going to Earth.
Argus closed his eyes and sighed. He was going to need a real job.
OOC: Decided I was going to keep this short and sweet for some PL
WC: 332
The large man took a deep breath. He made his choice, there was no reason going back on it now.
Beyond the benefits, he had no reason to continue working as a planetary pirate for the SSE. His squad had been wiped out in the last mission, which luckily included the death of the former short-sighted bastard of a commander, and Argus just didn't find the thought of putting his life on the line for the very little payoff to be worth it.
He didn't mind the job itself, it was rather cathartic crushing weaklings under his boot, he simply had no real loyalty to the SSE, or took any pride in doing their dirty work, so he may as well just look after himself.
But that came with another issue, the one that was making him regret quitting.
As cannon fodder of the Saiyan Army, he had benefits. Free food, fresh clothes, a roof over his head, and a little spending money after missions. Now he was officially on his own. He had 24 hours to pack up his shit from that little apartment space he'd been given and had figure out where to go from there.
He closed his eyes and let out a low growl. 'Figure out'. He knew exactly where he was headed. Straight to the ghetto reserved for the low-class scum that turned their backs on the army while having no other recognizable skill. It was his only option, because his father sure as hell wasn't going to take him in, and there was no way he was going to Earth.
Argus closed his eyes and sighed. He was going to need a real job.
OOC: Decided I was going to keep this short and sweet for some PL
WC: 332