Post by Phrozin on May 14, 2014 14:17:34 GMT
Phrozin was not an exterminator, but he felt like one today. His pod had flown through the dark cosmos for little over three hours before he landed on the red-orange planet, where he was deployed. Simple planetary dispute, his orders told him. Little trouble. But he knew better. Or at least, he wished he did - he was wasting his time here if the matter was trivial. He was a dignified soldier of the Lord, not some menial officer sent to settle minor problems. Planets can take care of themselves, but if they can't, so what? It's not his problem. He believed it wasn't his Lord's problem, either. And yet here he was, planet #5-21-034. He emerged from his pod on a small landing platform, and he was greeted by grotesque lizard-beings with sharp beaks for mouths that wore bright tapestries, as if it were going to hide their ugly forms. Phrozin thought many of the beings in the universe were ugly if they weren't fullblood Arcosians. Disgusting creatures.
"We wish you have had a very safe travel-"
One of them began to speak in his guttural language of which Phrozin could only barely make out, but he had no business speaking here, if he could. And so he brushed the alien aside, completely ignoring him and walking past his bodyguards - large, spikier lizardmen - who seemed to dwarf the Arcosian in his current form. His attitude wasn't met with good tidings, but the politician rushed up beside Phrozin, as if his silence wasn't enough for him or something. Phrozin knew he was a politician, too. They all act like this. It sickened him.
"H-Has the lord heard our requests?"
They entered a large, alien building. Its design was of this planet's own, but it had obvious flares from the Kold Empire - the proudly hanging banners, for one, were a homey touch to Phrozin. Still, he was silent. They continued to walk in silence until they arrived at what Phrozin could only think to be their destination - a large meeting room where multiple similar lizardmen in only slightly different attire were seated about a large ovular table. Bodyguards were everywhere. There were no Arcosian Army soldiers stationed in this building. Phrozin couldn't tell the difference between the lizardmen. So revolting, all of them. Not worth his time, surely. The one that escorted him took the largest seat at the table, and faced Phrozin down.
He truly could not see a difference between them. No one would know the difference between two if they were killed together. The room they were in was large - much larger than a normal meeting room. The ceiling was so far above their heads that the lights implanted in them were slightly dull, and crude, giant stone pillars connected it to the floor. Was this carved out of a mountain? That would explain the odd design. Phrozin noted the structure.
"So, I take it our pleas go unanswered?"
The question certainly did. Phrozin blinked, slowly scanning the room. This didn't look like a normal discussion of simple matters, there were too many people.
"... Your silence is duly noted. Then we will proceed with our plan - we will hold you hostage until the Lord accepts our demands for freedom."
Suddenly, the guards all came to life, like statues that were charmed with some sort of spell. Phrozin's gaze slid from side-to-side. There were a total of eight guards, two of them wearing scanners. Standard issue. Arcosians gave them those. And their blasters - these were not trained fighters, but tribal warriors given weapons. How insulting. One of the lizardmen raised a muscled arm to his head, clicking a scanner to life, and focusing on Phrozin. There was a beep, and then he laughed. He spoke something that Phrozin couldn't make out, and then his partner joined in, clicking the scanner on and sneering. Suddenly, the room erupted in a chorus of laughter.
Phrozin wasn't laughing.
"My, ah, associate informs me that your Power Level only reads to be about one hundred. Is this some sort of joke? Don't fight back, you've got no chance."
Phrozin dipped his chin slightly, narrowing his eyes as two other men started to close in on him. Smiles revealed pointed teeth, and Phrozin could see the scales on a mighty arm as it shot out to grab his own.
The joke, senator, is on you.
What was once a chuckle became a howl as the large fighter collapsed, his arm twisted back grotesquely. The dull expression on his face was wiped off with a stamp of Phrozin's foot, knocking him unconscious. He removed his hands from behind his back, and his sectioned tail swayed coolly from side to side. Jaws dropped across the room. Phrozin tilted his head to the side, and his cheeks contorted in a way that could only signal a smile beneath his protected, empty mouth. Second verse, same as the first. Gripping massive hands together, the lizardman swung with all of his strength towards Phrozin's chest, but he was much too quick. He had leaped into the air just before impact, crouched merely inches above his arms, and the uncoiled sharply, sending both feet at the guard's head. Phrozin was floating, but the guard? He was flying. He crashed down on the table, splintering it off into many pieces and causing a ruckus. Most of the 'deal-makers' sitting around the table fled, except for the one at the head. He was trapped, locked in Phrozin's challenging gaze. The Arcosian rose a single hand, pointing his index finger at him. There was a squeak, and frantic gibbering in a filthy language, but it was not enough to stop the deep-black laser from firing like a lance, giving the room an ominous black glow and cutting like a large needle through the alien's chest, chair, and the wall behind him. Green blood welled into a pool around him on the floor, and the real fight began.
If you can call it a fight. The guards dropped one-by-one, large dents covering their bodies from the beating Phrozin dished out. One of them scratched his chest somewhat, and he lodged that one into the ground, securely. Within a few moments, the 'noisy' hall was dead-silent. Just the way Phrozin liked it. He cracked his neck and calmly walked out, with his hands behind his back. It took him about two and a half hours to return to Arcose, but when other soldiers checked the planet, they received no word from the senator, and a crater where the capital building had been built.
Another hive destroyed.
"We wish you have had a very safe travel-"
One of them began to speak in his guttural language of which Phrozin could only barely make out, but he had no business speaking here, if he could. And so he brushed the alien aside, completely ignoring him and walking past his bodyguards - large, spikier lizardmen - who seemed to dwarf the Arcosian in his current form. His attitude wasn't met with good tidings, but the politician rushed up beside Phrozin, as if his silence wasn't enough for him or something. Phrozin knew he was a politician, too. They all act like this. It sickened him.
"H-Has the lord heard our requests?"
They entered a large, alien building. Its design was of this planet's own, but it had obvious flares from the Kold Empire - the proudly hanging banners, for one, were a homey touch to Phrozin. Still, he was silent. They continued to walk in silence until they arrived at what Phrozin could only think to be their destination - a large meeting room where multiple similar lizardmen in only slightly different attire were seated about a large ovular table. Bodyguards were everywhere. There were no Arcosian Army soldiers stationed in this building. Phrozin couldn't tell the difference between the lizardmen. So revolting, all of them. Not worth his time, surely. The one that escorted him took the largest seat at the table, and faced Phrozin down.
He truly could not see a difference between them. No one would know the difference between two if they were killed together. The room they were in was large - much larger than a normal meeting room. The ceiling was so far above their heads that the lights implanted in them were slightly dull, and crude, giant stone pillars connected it to the floor. Was this carved out of a mountain? That would explain the odd design. Phrozin noted the structure.
"So, I take it our pleas go unanswered?"
The question certainly did. Phrozin blinked, slowly scanning the room. This didn't look like a normal discussion of simple matters, there were too many people.
"... Your silence is duly noted. Then we will proceed with our plan - we will hold you hostage until the Lord accepts our demands for freedom."
Suddenly, the guards all came to life, like statues that were charmed with some sort of spell. Phrozin's gaze slid from side-to-side. There were a total of eight guards, two of them wearing scanners. Standard issue. Arcosians gave them those. And their blasters - these were not trained fighters, but tribal warriors given weapons. How insulting. One of the lizardmen raised a muscled arm to his head, clicking a scanner to life, and focusing on Phrozin. There was a beep, and then he laughed. He spoke something that Phrozin couldn't make out, and then his partner joined in, clicking the scanner on and sneering. Suddenly, the room erupted in a chorus of laughter.
Phrozin wasn't laughing.
"My, ah, associate informs me that your Power Level only reads to be about one hundred. Is this some sort of joke? Don't fight back, you've got no chance."
Phrozin dipped his chin slightly, narrowing his eyes as two other men started to close in on him. Smiles revealed pointed teeth, and Phrozin could see the scales on a mighty arm as it shot out to grab his own.
The joke, senator, is on you.
What was once a chuckle became a howl as the large fighter collapsed, his arm twisted back grotesquely. The dull expression on his face was wiped off with a stamp of Phrozin's foot, knocking him unconscious. He removed his hands from behind his back, and his sectioned tail swayed coolly from side to side. Jaws dropped across the room. Phrozin tilted his head to the side, and his cheeks contorted in a way that could only signal a smile beneath his protected, empty mouth. Second verse, same as the first. Gripping massive hands together, the lizardman swung with all of his strength towards Phrozin's chest, but he was much too quick. He had leaped into the air just before impact, crouched merely inches above his arms, and the uncoiled sharply, sending both feet at the guard's head. Phrozin was floating, but the guard? He was flying. He crashed down on the table, splintering it off into many pieces and causing a ruckus. Most of the 'deal-makers' sitting around the table fled, except for the one at the head. He was trapped, locked in Phrozin's challenging gaze. The Arcosian rose a single hand, pointing his index finger at him. There was a squeak, and frantic gibbering in a filthy language, but it was not enough to stop the deep-black laser from firing like a lance, giving the room an ominous black glow and cutting like a large needle through the alien's chest, chair, and the wall behind him. Green blood welled into a pool around him on the floor, and the real fight began.
If you can call it a fight. The guards dropped one-by-one, large dents covering their bodies from the beating Phrozin dished out. One of them scratched his chest somewhat, and he lodged that one into the ground, securely. Within a few moments, the 'noisy' hall was dead-silent. Just the way Phrozin liked it. He cracked his neck and calmly walked out, with his hands behind his back. It took him about two and a half hours to return to Arcose, but when other soldiers checked the planet, they received no word from the senator, and a crater where the capital building had been built.
Another hive destroyed.