Post by Quash on Jun 21, 2014 2:56:50 GMT
The time was near. Quash was moving with quite a stride out of his living quarters as he prepared for the flight to Earth, a planet mentioned many times but rarely explained. The council had deemed it fit he represent them at the fighting tournament being held there, a diplomatic action of sorts. Quash knew what it really was though, a power move to get rid of their most vocal and powerful opponent, someone who earned his title and held it with quiet pride, even if it was nothing more than a glorified winners circle. Quash couldn't believe they were sending someone with supposedly royal status in such dilapidated clothing.
His cape was torn to smithereens, his armor was never finished in time for the trip, and now he looked as the Saiyans looked when they first started to appear on this planet, as nothing more than strong, brute savages. But he knew better than to voice it this point, as others would feign ignorance or apologize for the situation. The King decided he would take this in stride as he boarded his small pod ship which had the pre-determined location already set in its autopilot as the doors closed with a rush of air and steam. Quash was lightly squeezed into his seat as the rockets engaged, accelerating the small pod to higher and higher speeds even after it escaped the Vegetian atmosphere.
I'll show those old fools what they've forgotten... Was his thought as he let the ship inject him with a mild sedative that put him to sleep on the long journey towards Earth, preserving his energies and making sure his body wouldn't have to re-adjust to anything once he landed. The ship plotted along the course at high-speed before slowly waking him up as it closed in on the inner solar system, preparing him to regain control if the computer happened to cut off during re-entry. His thoughts were how to approach the leader of Earth and questions on what kind of fighters would show up to the tournament.
He had no doubt that a few Saiyans and maybe even a halfling or two would show up. His people always managed to be there when a fight, and a sanctioned one at that was at hand. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he prepared the ship for landing, slowly touching down near the city he was told to meet the leader of Earth and leaders of other worlds and factions for the upcoming tournament. Quash was hoping he would get a front seat to the see the fighters, thinking he'd want to join into the fray himself. This thought caused a grin to appear on his face, stretching the now pink scars on his face.
He knew earthlings were a weird bunch, but the President of the place, a Mr. Bao as Quash likened to calling him, was pretty eccentric, seemingly refusing to wear any type of pants at all. But Quash wasn't going to complain, he himself was wearing the same cloth as the lowest class of Saiyan, something he knew was done on purpose, as was this trip. The council was afraid of Quash, he represented a new spin on old ways, strong leadership combined with brute power made him a force to be reckoned with. Lucky for him Saiyans were always ripe for reckoning, which kept his fighting skills sharp, even as he's started to move shift into middle age.
He had to admit that this eccentric President seemed to be pretty strong, being nearly as large as Quash as he showed him the city with a zealous edge in his voice.
"I have to say Mr.President, as my first outing as a Saiyan representative here, i find your planet to be quite an impressive feat." Quash put on a somewhat false smile, but the leader of the planet was so animated about everything he didn't even seem to care, merely thanking the Saiyan royalty for the comment before continuing on with his ramblings. Then he was led to the area he wanted to see all along, a large fighting arena that already seemed to be slightly damaged but otherwise sparkling new.
Quash was surprised at what occured at the tournament over time, it was almost like some overwrought play was being performed before his eyes, Saiyans and aliens and humans all fighting each other or together. He decided not to intervene as that would unbecoming of his position, something he thought more important than scratching his itch to fight that was currently growing, gnawing at him with persistent annoyance to measure himself in combat against the other fighters.
"Crap." Quash could not hold himself back any longer, quietly knocking out the Presidents guards before escaping from the safety bunker where all the other diplomats where kept in situations like these. Quash watched from a distance as he ran closer and closer to the fight, hoping to see what all the hubbub was truly about.
His cape was torn to smithereens, his armor was never finished in time for the trip, and now he looked as the Saiyans looked when they first started to appear on this planet, as nothing more than strong, brute savages. But he knew better than to voice it this point, as others would feign ignorance or apologize for the situation. The King decided he would take this in stride as he boarded his small pod ship which had the pre-determined location already set in its autopilot as the doors closed with a rush of air and steam. Quash was lightly squeezed into his seat as the rockets engaged, accelerating the small pod to higher and higher speeds even after it escaped the Vegetian atmosphere.
I'll show those old fools what they've forgotten... Was his thought as he let the ship inject him with a mild sedative that put him to sleep on the long journey towards Earth, preserving his energies and making sure his body wouldn't have to re-adjust to anything once he landed. The ship plotted along the course at high-speed before slowly waking him up as it closed in on the inner solar system, preparing him to regain control if the computer happened to cut off during re-entry. His thoughts were how to approach the leader of Earth and questions on what kind of fighters would show up to the tournament.
He had no doubt that a few Saiyans and maybe even a halfling or two would show up. His people always managed to be there when a fight, and a sanctioned one at that was at hand. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he prepared the ship for landing, slowly touching down near the city he was told to meet the leader of Earth and leaders of other worlds and factions for the upcoming tournament. Quash was hoping he would get a front seat to the see the fighters, thinking he'd want to join into the fray himself. This thought caused a grin to appear on his face, stretching the now pink scars on his face.
He knew earthlings were a weird bunch, but the President of the place, a Mr. Bao as Quash likened to calling him, was pretty eccentric, seemingly refusing to wear any type of pants at all. But Quash wasn't going to complain, he himself was wearing the same cloth as the lowest class of Saiyan, something he knew was done on purpose, as was this trip. The council was afraid of Quash, he represented a new spin on old ways, strong leadership combined with brute power made him a force to be reckoned with. Lucky for him Saiyans were always ripe for reckoning, which kept his fighting skills sharp, even as he's started to move shift into middle age.
He had to admit that this eccentric President seemed to be pretty strong, being nearly as large as Quash as he showed him the city with a zealous edge in his voice.
"I have to say Mr.President, as my first outing as a Saiyan representative here, i find your planet to be quite an impressive feat." Quash put on a somewhat false smile, but the leader of the planet was so animated about everything he didn't even seem to care, merely thanking the Saiyan royalty for the comment before continuing on with his ramblings. Then he was led to the area he wanted to see all along, a large fighting arena that already seemed to be slightly damaged but otherwise sparkling new.
Quash was surprised at what occured at the tournament over time, it was almost like some overwrought play was being performed before his eyes, Saiyans and aliens and humans all fighting each other or together. He decided not to intervene as that would unbecoming of his position, something he thought more important than scratching his itch to fight that was currently growing, gnawing at him with persistent annoyance to measure himself in combat against the other fighters.
"Crap." Quash could not hold himself back any longer, quietly knocking out the Presidents guards before escaping from the safety bunker where all the other diplomats where kept in situations like these. Quash watched from a distance as he ran closer and closer to the fight, hoping to see what all the hubbub was truly about.