Post by Taiga on Dec 8, 2017 3:06:29 GMT
Thread PL: 101,307
Suppressed Form Active!
Medium Weights in use / 50% bonus
New PL: 50,653
There is something to be said about the solitary emptiness of space; especially when one embarks into it alone. In one day, in less than an hour, Taiga had ensured his own exile from Arcose. Those he knew, the home he had, will now no longer welcome him; and that is for the best. What Koldar was planning to create, and what Wyntre and Abzerute were going to allow, is not what he knew as the Arcosian Empire.
Of course, those with a more 'progressive' view of things would argue that they were taking the next logical step in a government's own evolution. Taiga too once believed that the Arcosian Empire had to evolve in order to survive; but that was before he came to the realization that the Empire was no longer a true entity. The Saiyans obliterated their planet once, slaughtered their forces, and then came back for a second helping soon after Arcose was restored and its people somehow also brought back. He too eventually returned from oblivion, only to find the valuable world of Kanassa in ruin, and Koldar unaware.
He returned to Arcose, only to find it soon being told to kneel before the new Mazoku Dominion. When Xylo announced Arcose's annexation, Koldar stood aside, knowing that his power was too inferior to stop the Namekian. He could have stood for his people, and shown this supposed solidarity that he and Wyntre claim to possess; but no, that honor fell to Taiga. Or, at least Taiga thought it an honor at the time. He felt as though he held the expectations and pride of the Arcosian people on his shoulders, but in truth he was defending those too cowardly to defend their Empire.
This plague of weakness began with Wyntre, and poisoned every supposed leader that came after her. The infection known as moderation. History spoke of the Planet Trade Organization's split, and reformation into the Arcosian Empire, now it would speak only of its failure and transformation into a mere state. The Arcosian Empire had become a joke; a punching bag for the Saiyans and now the Namekians.
And they deserved every torment, every loss, every humiliation.
The weak were meant to serve. But Taiga refused to be part of a cultural destruction at the hands of their so-called leaders. They had become delusional; the authority they think they have is nothing but a fantasy now. The Saiyans didn't need armies to defeat them; one Super Saiyan and a Majin had been more than sufficient, and then a single Namekian finished the job. To add insult to injury, the Namekian felt them pathetic enough to rescue. Without Xylo's intervention, Taiga's revival would have been much shorter lived. At the time, he was relieved; but he came to realize what he should have felt was anger. Humiliation. Not relief.
And now, here he is; alone in a massive starship, with no aim, no purpose. Nothing and no one to fight for.
"No... that isn't entirely true." Taiga quietly muses to himself, a grin appearing.
Indeed, he still had someone to fight for - himself.
"The failure of the Arcosian Empire will not be my own." Taiga says to no one in particular. "The ultimate failure was transforming an organization of profit into a government. There should never have been an Empire; there should only ever have been the Planet Trade Organization."
Indeed, it would be this very idea that Taiga would seize upon; ressurrecting the fallen P.T.O, all while letting the so-called Arcosian Federation burn. Mercy, idealism, friendship, government... these things have no meaning to him any more. There will be those who may yet agree with his newly forming beliefs; those who would use their powers and strength not for some flawed ideal, but for profit. Conquering planets not to expand a kingdom, but to provide a service that would be well compensated for.
War is a time where refugees will want to start anew somewhere else away from the warring factions, and Taiga would build an organization to fulfill that need. He would have no sympathy for the refugees, but he would give them what they want most, and be paid doing it.
All he needs, is others to join him. It doesn't matter who or what they are, as long as they are strong, and obedient.
"The rebirth of the Planet Trade Empire, will soon begin." Taiga whispers, his grin turning into a wicked smile.
Suppressed Form Active!
Medium Weights in use / 50% bonus
New PL: 50,653
There is something to be said about the solitary emptiness of space; especially when one embarks into it alone. In one day, in less than an hour, Taiga had ensured his own exile from Arcose. Those he knew, the home he had, will now no longer welcome him; and that is for the best. What Koldar was planning to create, and what Wyntre and Abzerute were going to allow, is not what he knew as the Arcosian Empire.
Of course, those with a more 'progressive' view of things would argue that they were taking the next logical step in a government's own evolution. Taiga too once believed that the Arcosian Empire had to evolve in order to survive; but that was before he came to the realization that the Empire was no longer a true entity. The Saiyans obliterated their planet once, slaughtered their forces, and then came back for a second helping soon after Arcose was restored and its people somehow also brought back. He too eventually returned from oblivion, only to find the valuable world of Kanassa in ruin, and Koldar unaware.
He returned to Arcose, only to find it soon being told to kneel before the new Mazoku Dominion. When Xylo announced Arcose's annexation, Koldar stood aside, knowing that his power was too inferior to stop the Namekian. He could have stood for his people, and shown this supposed solidarity that he and Wyntre claim to possess; but no, that honor fell to Taiga. Or, at least Taiga thought it an honor at the time. He felt as though he held the expectations and pride of the Arcosian people on his shoulders, but in truth he was defending those too cowardly to defend their Empire.
This plague of weakness began with Wyntre, and poisoned every supposed leader that came after her. The infection known as moderation. History spoke of the Planet Trade Organization's split, and reformation into the Arcosian Empire, now it would speak only of its failure and transformation into a mere state. The Arcosian Empire had become a joke; a punching bag for the Saiyans and now the Namekians.
And they deserved every torment, every loss, every humiliation.
The weak were meant to serve. But Taiga refused to be part of a cultural destruction at the hands of their so-called leaders. They had become delusional; the authority they think they have is nothing but a fantasy now. The Saiyans didn't need armies to defeat them; one Super Saiyan and a Majin had been more than sufficient, and then a single Namekian finished the job. To add insult to injury, the Namekian felt them pathetic enough to rescue. Without Xylo's intervention, Taiga's revival would have been much shorter lived. At the time, he was relieved; but he came to realize what he should have felt was anger. Humiliation. Not relief.
And now, here he is; alone in a massive starship, with no aim, no purpose. Nothing and no one to fight for.
"No... that isn't entirely true." Taiga quietly muses to himself, a grin appearing.
Indeed, he still had someone to fight for - himself.
"The failure of the Arcosian Empire will not be my own." Taiga says to no one in particular. "The ultimate failure was transforming an organization of profit into a government. There should never have been an Empire; there should only ever have been the Planet Trade Organization."
Indeed, it would be this very idea that Taiga would seize upon; ressurrecting the fallen P.T.O, all while letting the so-called Arcosian Federation burn. Mercy, idealism, friendship, government... these things have no meaning to him any more. There will be those who may yet agree with his newly forming beliefs; those who would use their powers and strength not for some flawed ideal, but for profit. Conquering planets not to expand a kingdom, but to provide a service that would be well compensated for.
War is a time where refugees will want to start anew somewhere else away from the warring factions, and Taiga would build an organization to fulfill that need. He would have no sympathy for the refugees, but he would give them what they want most, and be paid doing it.
All he needs, is others to join him. It doesn't matter who or what they are, as long as they are strong, and obedient.
"The rebirth of the Planet Trade Empire, will soon begin." Taiga whispers, his grin turning into a wicked smile.
