Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 29, 2016 19:17:25 GMT
A chill wind pierces Vegeta's dim streets this winter morning, the sunlight barely breaking through a polluted smog above Cacumber's spaceport. A thin reddish light falls on the streets of the city, the city's lights still burning with energy to ensure that the populace could move about without, say, flying right into a building or stumbling and falling in the streets. A thin crimson dust was in that cold wind, like a storm of dried blood blowing in from the scorched wastelands. Clouds build to the east of the city, and thunder threatens a violent storm that Friday morning in the Vegetan capital.
The space port was busy and bustling. It always was, particularly at the start of the weekend. Saiyan war squads would always attempt to complete their missions by the end of the week, so they could spend a weekend cooling off and recuperating their energies for the hard week to follow--this was especially common among the auxiliary corps. Many saiyans, however, spent little time on the homeworld; these soldiers were the hardiest ground troops in the saiyan solar empire. Even with the embarrassing defeat on Earth--which had removed a sizable minority of the core saiyan-race forces--the saiyan species were still the most active of SSE forces on the galactic war-front, and little by little, every day, they claimed more and more resources of what was the then-Arcosian Empire, and now a fiefdom fractured by greed and civil spite.
It was a good age to be a Saiyan, and a better one to be a Super Saiyan.
A cloaked figure watches from a balcony as a volley of space pods, shimmering and slowing in the vague light, descend into the compact, cushioning landing bays, watches as the cushions crumple with the impact and then rebound, reinflated. A smile plays on the figure's face, hidden in shadow beneath the hood of the cloak, as the pod doors hiss open with hydraulic smoothness, steam rising from their dome surfaces. Two saiyans, a kabochan and a zoon-seijin step out into the lukewarm bay. The figure tilts her head, sensing their fighting strength; it reminded her of... her old squadron. One of the saiyans, by his energy signature the leader of the squadron, takes the zoon-seijin in a playful headlock, before the Kabochan drop-kicks him across the hangar. Zucceta chuckles. The final saiyan raises her hand to the cloaked figure; the hidden queen of all saiyans raises her robotic substitute in response. The soldier raises an eyebrow, quizzically, almost recognising the Furiosa MkII... and then shakes her head and re-joins her group.
The queen of all saiyans sighs, a brief nostalgia over-coming her, before she descends into the hangar, to the jewel of the SSE fleet.
The Imperator had been re-fitted since the invasion of Earth. Zucceta had taken it out a few times to practice; with her new mental telekinetic abilities, she did not need a crew to control the entire ship. Instead she could interface directly with the mechanical systems with her mind. Which was a pretty neat skill to have, and it meant she could minimize collateral. She still had a few members of crew on board; Ochus, her Zoon-seijin medic and gay best friend, plus the cook, a burly Kabochan who had more bark than bite, because the queen, and her companion for this trip, would need to eat.
The queen wonders if Prince Luffa had managed to set his estate in order. If he had, she'd meet him on the ship in the next half an hour. If not, well, she had business to attend to.
The queen boards the ship, and sets the destination. First stop, Knutts; apparently an Arcosian political prisoner of war had a proposition for her. After that: the wider galaxy at large.
If and when Luffa boarded, the giant space pod's stairway would close with a hydraulic shift, the orbular space vehicle now hanging above the ground. Queen Zucceta stands at the forefront of the ship, and then thrusts her organic arm out, invisible telekinetic forces washing over the entire ship. The kinetic thrusters engage, and the Imperator smoothly sails out of the hangar, clearing the sliding metal doors.
The spaceship quickly breaks atmosphere, sliding out into deep space. Zucceta watches Vegeta, rotating the ship with her mind, watches the poison storm raging above Cacumber's surface. Even today, the ancient Tuffle war left its mark on her homeworld's surface. Maybe one day, Vegeta might live beautifully again, instead of this half-life - but if that day came, Zucceta wouldn't want to see it.
Her world forged soldiers.
The ship slips into dark space.
[Once Luffa's posted, I'll go for zeni thx] |
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jan 29, 2016 20:34:10 GMT
Killing Mustad had been easier than expected, and ultimately unsatisfying. After the Queen’s command Luffa had flown into his castle, where the usurping toad was eating a grand feast at the family table. All the torment he’d put Luffa through had boiled over in one quick snap, and before the surprised Saiyan could fully rise from his seat Luffa’s fist had exploded through his ribcage and out the other side. Luffa held Mustad’s gore-strewn spine in a shaking fist, staring down at the fine scarlet pool growing around his tattered boots. The Viceroy’s servants and household were all fleeing in panic, but Luffa didn’t have the wherewithal to hunt them down. His focus was internal, reflective. The storied halls of his ancestors, the jewel of House Bone Moon was his now, but it was an empty husk. There was no family here, not any longer. The brutal life of the Saiyans and the greedy hand of Mustad had ended that. Luffa flexed his fist on the spine until it shattered, the tangled and unrecognizable mess that was Mustad’s corpse slumping into the viscous red puddle with a squelch. He strode the halls and found his room, where he shed his barbarian clothes and put on a spare aegis and the dull pink tunic spared for Saiyan nobility before snapping on a replicated scouter. His customary raiment felt good and clean, imbuing him with a sense of completion. The long golden train of a new heavy cloak shimmered around his small body. Now all that was left was the rendezvous with the Imperator. Luffa’s attack ball found the ship easily enough, a great sphere of cold pale metal aloft in the flesh-colored skies of Vegeta. He didn’t know what awaited him out here, but he knew it’d be more fighting. And he was content with that. Luffa was a weapon, not a loafer. He wasn’t meant to spend his days in a dreary castle, lording over empty halls. He was meant to fight. (PL please  ) |
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Mayze
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Post by Mayze on Feb 1, 2016 2:08:30 GMT
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