Post by Contagion on Jul 7, 2017 23:05:13 GMT
It had been a...Very successful last few days. Despite the fall of SCAR, despite the death of Breech, and despite his WEAK and inferior form he had found a happy place fighting for his 'new' leader. As laughable as that was. The ivory beast only saw his alliance with the Mazokou as a temporary measure at best and as soon as it stopped being beneficial he'd let it die. In truth, the namekians and their affairs were of little interest to him in the long run. In fact, if the saiyans had broken themselves upon Xylo and his army that would suit him just fine. The less competition he had the better after all. Yet even so: he couldn't deny how exhilarating it felt to finally be on the winning side of a major conflict. Sure he had his fair share victories, but none of them had quite that same rush he felt when he tore that majin attacking Arcose in twain. So, despite the apathy he felt Contagion followed behind the flying gauntlet that served as Xylo's ship.
The ivory amalgam sat in his spacepod in complete silence. While it would have been easy to assume that he was merely resting before the Empire's next invasion: he was wide awake. His comm was left open so he could just...Listen...To the radio chatter from the Mazokou fleet that seemed to be eagerly shooting toward Beppa. The mixture of results from the last skirmish filtered in his ears like white noise. A few men were lost, a few monkeys were slaughtered, and planets were saved or ruined from the saiyan's great offensive. It all seemed to blend together, until he heard one fateful report.
The ivory amalgam sat in his spacepod in complete silence. While it would have been easy to assume that he was merely resting before the Empire's next invasion: he was wide awake. His comm was left open so he could just...Listen...To the radio chatter from the Mazokou fleet that seemed to be eagerly shooting toward Beppa. The mixture of results from the last skirmish filtered in his ears like white noise. A few men were lost, a few monkeys were slaughtered, and planets were saved or ruined from the saiyan's great offensive. It all seemed to blend together, until he heard one fateful report.
Plato was dead.
Contagion's numerous eyes shot open all at once. Each formed narrow pinpoints as THAT name was uttered. Plato was the idiotic thorn in his side that wrestled control of Konats from him. He and his band of misfits thrust him and his companions into the gutter by forcing them from the throne. He had lost due to his complacency and was instead replaced by an utter buffoon! Yet the worst part of it all was just how his people were so accepting to spit on the work SCAR had done. Breech's mechanization initiative was meant to make the planet GREAT. Yet instead, they were so willingly cast out.
THEY NEEDED TO PAY! THEY ALL NEEDED TO PAY!
A clenched fist slammed against the pod's dashboard as Contagion let out a guttural shriek of fury. His gaping chest maw let out a few shaky pants as he forced himself to calm down. He looked up to the ships headed on their way to Beppa and briefly considered redirecting his fury and shame into tearing the saiyans there asunder.
Yet...
A delicious thought reared itself into his head. The tranquil beauty of the now dead Kanassa. Such...Perfection calmed him down instantly. It was HIS mark on the galaxy.
....Perhaps...
He could leave another one?
With the saiyans and namekians killing each other: the relatively unknown world would most likely be under their radar. The Konatsians needed to pay. PLATO needed to pay and he knew just how to make do. He would light their world ablaze. He would watch it burn and then dance on the graves of the fallen. This was the future he NEEDED to happen. So he would take destiny in his claws by force.
With a few presses of the control panel, he'd disconnect his comm and veer away from the fleet.
"Computerrrrr..." His voice pulsed out, prompting the holo screen to pull up before him.
"Contact Rebecca, it is time to tie up some loose ends."
Contagion has shifted course and is heading to Konats!
Rebecca E. Dewitt
Yet...
A delicious thought reared itself into his head. The tranquil beauty of the now dead Kanassa. Such...Perfection calmed him down instantly. It was HIS mark on the galaxy.
....Perhaps...
He could leave another one?
With the saiyans and namekians killing each other: the relatively unknown world would most likely be under their radar. The Konatsians needed to pay. PLATO needed to pay and he knew just how to make do. He would light their world ablaze. He would watch it burn and then dance on the graves of the fallen. This was the future he NEEDED to happen. So he would take destiny in his claws by force.
With a few presses of the control panel, he'd disconnect his comm and veer away from the fleet.
"Computerrrrr..." His voice pulsed out, prompting the holo screen to pull up before him.
"Contact Rebecca, it is time to tie up some loose ends."
Contagion has shifted course and is heading to Konats!
Rebecca E. Dewitt