Post by Blizzar on Jun 8, 2017 13:13:44 GMT
Location: Outskirts of planet Yardrat
Time: Early morning
Temperature: Uncomfortably cold
In spite of the landscape seeming to be rattled with the aftermath of many long-term fights, there in the middle of a large field of frost covered grass, sat a modestly sized warehouse in which housed many crates within its metallic steely belly. On any other day of the week, the entire warehouse would be alive with the sounds of employees boots hitting the concrete flooring, however today was an odd exception as the only sounds coming from within the vicinity were that of three tied up men, all heavily wounded, and a young arcosian clad in stereotypical armour.
“... I keep trying to tell you, we’ve not got what-” one of the men began to cry out, before being cut off and ending the sentence with a high-pitched cry of agony as his hand is trod upon. “And I keep telling you, that answer isn’t good enough.” retorts Blizzar, as he releases the other’s hand from beneath his boot. “I don’t get paid if I don’t get this, and you lose your life, so it’s a win-win for you to help me.” Though in spite of his attempt to sway them onto his side, it was clear to Blizzar that none of the three were going to budge a bit, and immediately it was decided to not waste anymore time.
Without a moment's hesitation, the arcosian raised a hand towards the initial employee and before he could realize the danger that posed itself before him, a beam of concentrated ki shot through his head and out the back of his skull, causing his body to fall limp and slump to the side. Such an act caused the two employees to fall into a state of panic and shock, acting similarly to that of a deer in headlights. Before Blizzar could position himself to finish off the other two, his ear-communicator began to buzz with life.
Shortly after activating the communicator, a very effeminate voice emitted itself from the device in a calming and serious tone, however the two pale-white frightened employees were only privy to a one-sided conversation. “This is the mercenary, Blizzar, yes?” asked the caller. “Yes, this is he, and I am-” Blizzar would begin, though was quickly cut off by the other. “I can only make this quick, what you were doing is of no concern of mine. Mammon is dead, your employment is no longer valid. Have a good day.” and as fast as the communication started it ended.
After a moment of silence the young arcosian lets out a sigh and turns to the two, a wry smile would appear on his lips and would then slowly approach the two tied up individuals. Immediately they would begin to thrash about, no longer affected by shock and having a clear recollection of their comrade’s death, especially as the corpse lays by their side. However, as Blizzar bends over their bodies the pair would feel the bindings loosen before falling completely off of their form, both of their gazes looking towards each other and then up at their captor.
“I am not getting paid for this, your deaths do not gain me anything.” sighs out Blizzar, clearly he was neither upset or happy at the decision being made, only annoyed at the concept of not gaining any sort of income, but quickly rises to anger as his gaze falls to the pair and neither of them had made any attempt to move. “Leave before I change my mind and sell you into slavery!” he shouted out in a highly irritated tone, the pair immediately taking hint of such as they quickly raised to their feet and awkwardly attempted to run off, stumbling and bumping into almost everything they could before being completely out of Blizzar’s sight.
Slowly the arcosian followed the pair out the warehouse, though as the cold breeze began to caress his skin Blizzar looked towards the skies and let out a frustrated sigh. “Now what am I to do?” he questioned himself in a somewhat softened tone, though in spite of such a question he did have a singular backup plan in case of such situations but simply didn’t wish to make the decision touch his lips, however Blizzar was in no situation to be denying such truths, especially how harsh they may be now. “I guess I could... Serve my people in some shape or form...” he said at last.
The words fell flat, rolling out of the arcosians lips like unenthusiastic horses at the race track. “It’s either that, or- Or take over a planet or two.” Blizzar would say, ending the sentence with a hearty chuckle before taking in a deep breath and launching himself into the air. ‘I hope there is a place for me in friezaton’ the arcosian would think to himself as the cold stinging kisses of the wind graced both cheeks throughout the journey. It was clear that part of him was happy this had happened, a sort of excuse for him to return home and actually be of some use to his people.
As the capital came closer into sight Blizzar could no longer hold the true feelings he had for the place linger deep within, instead choosing to wear a smile however grim it may seem to others. Slowly he lowered himself to the streets below him and decided to walk from the outskirts of the capital inward, taking the oppurtunity to observe his surroundings and learn, as the young arcosian wished to learn the landscape of the place he intends to call home and the land he intends to protect. “Friezaton. It lives up to the hype.” Blizzar comments with a smirk.