Post by Friion on Feb 29, 2016 9:38:22 GMT
As Friion breached the orbit of Yardrat, his surroundings were not all entirely unfamiliar, but they were unsettling. He hadn't exactly come to terms with the fall of Arcose, and not seeing it with his own eyes certainly didn't help any either. Simply trusting rumors and knowing better brought him to the new home of his people, and the new empty seat of power for their crumbling empire. What once had been so strong was now reduced to ashes and rubble by the Saiyans, and the only thing the fools left over from the massacre could do is fight with each other over the vacuum of power left by the death of the Empress. As he drifted past the clouds slowly, his Attack Ball landed abruptly, clearly of Saiyan design. Several stray and worried Arcosians hurried over to see what was inside. Friion smirked as he gazed between them from inside of the pod through the viewing window; he hadn't considered that they would have thought a Saiyan was inside, possibly intending to finish what had been started on Arcose. As the hatch depressurized and slowly began to fold open, one of the more bold Arcosians stepped forward to take a peek and let out a heaving, relieved sigh. He reached down to Friion, offering his hand to pull him out of the pod. Grasping the appendage softly, he heaved his way up and out onto the Yardrat soil. The small group of strangers seemed more at ease, sizing him up. The silence was finally broken by one of the strangers speaking up. ''Have you been on Arcose all this time?''
Cutting straight to the point, it seemed. He knew his response would be suspicious, but it would be a half-truth. ''No, I haven't. Nothing can survive on Arcose anymore. What a silly question.'' ''Alright, then. Where did you come from? You show up in an Attack Ball of all things, and you aren't coming from Arcose. You look in pretty good shape so I highly doubt you fought for that pod. A gift, perhaps?'' While inside Friion was beginning to panic, he was already adding threads to his web of lies in his mind. Clearing his throat and offering a blank stare, he took a confident and aggressive step toward the one pointing fingers. Marching toward him and causing the offender to retreat a few steps, he put on his best glare of false offense. ''A gift? How dare you excuse me of treason!? This pod was taken from Space Prison Knutts! You think to challenge my story by saying I got it without a fight? Do you know how utterly stupid it would have been to try and break out? I waited, biding my time slowly and surely for hours and days and weeks to enact a perfect plan which still went wrong. I'll be damned if I stand here to be accosted by my own people after escaping a living hell!'' ''I'm sorry, it just seemed suspicious! You haven't introduced yourself, either. I had to check. I had to know!'' A sudden and instant calm washing away his temper, Friion cleared his throat and stood up straight, folding his hands behind his back. ''You may call me Friion. I was captured during the sacking of Arcose, and had taken part in border skirmishes before that. Surely someone in the city must know me, yes? Allow me to prove it.''
''Sure. We were just headed back to Friezaton anyway. You can come with us, if you like.'' ''Mm. I believe I will. I have a matter of utmost import to discuss with...well, whoever they put in charge after the death of the Empress.'' ''Follow us. There's what I guess you could call a council in her absence, but with the throne empty, they're completely overwhelmed.'' If Friion had his way, he would change that. What he had in his mind was an elite fighting force at the reforming Arcose's beck and call; a strike force of some of the most battle-hardened and highly trained warriors in Arcosian space, and perhaps even beyond. Such a move would likely make him a major player in internal affairs, and give him all the sway with the public he could want with each and every crushing victory. As he traveled with the trio of strangers, he began rolling over ways to make his case in his mind. With the throne empty it may have been a difficult sell, but he was not ready to be Emperor; at least not yet. One day, his time would come. For now, a first step was necessary. Locked in his thoughts for mostly all the way to the booming city, Friion reacted to one of the strangers finally piping up after the short journey. ''Well, this is it. Home. The new one, anyway...'' Admiring the large city as he walked through a main road, it baffled him how the fallen empire could scrape together something of this magnitude so quickly. Turning to peer in the direction they'd come from, he smirked to himself as he saw the streak of the Attack Ball auto-pilot its way back through the atmosphere on a return trip.
Following the trio once more to the ''council'' hall, he would enter abruptly, approaching the desk to make an appointment. ''Well, let's see it.'' One of the trio spoke up; the suspicious one from before. ''Very well. This one believes me to be a liar; would you kindly prove him wrong? Do me a small favor and look up the file of ''Friion''. ''Sure. Give me a moment, please. Is there anything else you need?'' ''Yes, actually. I'd like to schedule an emergency meeting with the ''council'' inside. I have something I need to discuss with them.'' ''Emergency? Is something the matter?'' ''Not quite. I have heard much before I arrived here, and I have an idea i'd like to share with them on how to get this Empire back on the right track.'' ''I...see. Well, you're welcome to try. I've got your file, by the way. You were listed as MIA during the battle of Arcose. I'll update the file now that you're back.'' ''Satisfied?'' Shooting a venomous glare to his accuser, he folded his arms. The odd pair left to go about their business. ''R-right. That's all I needed to know. Um...thanks. I'm relieved that I wasn't right.'' ''I'm sure. Now, leave me. I don't want any more of my time wasted on this nonsense.'' ''Er...right. I'll see you around?'' ''I certainly hope not.''
After the stranger's departure, Friion took a very patient albeit very excited seat. As the moments passed, he continued turning over his argument in his mind. Without a direct commander, it would be a hard point to sell. However, something was better than nothing; at least that's what he hoped. Eventually, he was allowed in. Keeping one arm folded behind his back, he would lightly shove the door open; just enough to make a proper entrance without the awkwardness of wiggling through. The scene before him was strange; a round table of clearly stressed and deep down panicking Arcosians, all staring to him for an answer they most likely would take as a jest. Clearing his throat with mock confidence, he would step forward; his three-toed feet lightly clicked against the floor as he advanced, his tail nervously swishing from left to right outside of his control. As he finalized his approach, he would bow courteously. ''Ladies and gentlemen,'' he would begin. All eyes were on him. This was his deciding moment; his magnum opus. Curious, judging and negative gazes painted him red.
''I bring upon you today the first step toward a better future for our fallen empire.''
This was something they had all heard before. Laughable, at best. Boring, at worst. Everyone had their plans; their species had been built on strategy and scheming. What could this upstart offer that no one else had done so far? Surely, this would only be a waste of time. ''I am here today to present you with an opportunity; an opportunity to draft a combat force of heroes to our glorious fallen Empire, a force that would uphold our dear ideals and push them to a point. This force would drive forward our struggle, our survival, our will, and our intention. I implore you to consider. I would only have the most hardened and battle-worthy of our remaining warriors, forming a strike force capable of crushing all opposition! Imagine if you will; a force for the driving ideals of our Empire, to remind the galaxy of what we once were and strive to be! I will make this ideal a reality. Merely give me the resources to do so, and my Force will quell this ridiculous in-fighting and combine us to a whole. We will take the greatest of strides to suppress this rebellion, and become a whole once more. The Empire that the galaxy once feared will once again become a reality; the terror and intimidation of our mere mention becoming a verbal force to predate our awesome might! Lend me your ear. Lend me your resources! I will build a mighty army to fight back against our aggressors, and claim this galaxy piece by piece under our banner! I have met Saiyans face to face, blow for blow. I have thrived inside of a prison of the galaxy's most heinous criminals. Allow me the authority to lead our military to its greatest potential! I am a patriot, and I refuse to allow this...this...subjugation any longer. I will fight, tooth and nail, blood and sweat, to give our glorious Empire the revival it rightfully deserves!''
Sure, it was big talk; however, politics and diplomacy were one of this Arcosian's greatest strengths. What had once been casual laughs and neutral nods had become the full attention of the council; all eyes and interests pointed his way, he passionately clenched a fist, raising it high. ''I am Friion! If I may have naught else, give me the authority to quell our rebellion and once again unite our power! While the throne remains empty, I will do my utmost to quell every single rebellious cell, and crush them beneath my heel if need be. The only Empire is a United Empire, and I will make it so! What say you, my patriots!? Allow me to succeed or die trying!'' Met with a storm of surprised stares, one councilman would finally weigh in on the loyalist speech. ''I can tell through all of our expressions we are weighing your idea. Tell us, then. What moniker would this force undertake? This unit that would carry the entire Empire's ideals and morals on its shoulders? Who would bear this heavy of a weight? I can sense you. You are nowhere near the strongest among us, but I am no stranger to potential. Tell me your name. What is your plan? Tell me of your...Force.''
Cutting straight to the point, it seemed. He knew his response would be suspicious, but it would be a half-truth. ''No, I haven't. Nothing can survive on Arcose anymore. What a silly question.'' ''Alright, then. Where did you come from? You show up in an Attack Ball of all things, and you aren't coming from Arcose. You look in pretty good shape so I highly doubt you fought for that pod. A gift, perhaps?'' While inside Friion was beginning to panic, he was already adding threads to his web of lies in his mind. Clearing his throat and offering a blank stare, he took a confident and aggressive step toward the one pointing fingers. Marching toward him and causing the offender to retreat a few steps, he put on his best glare of false offense. ''A gift? How dare you excuse me of treason!? This pod was taken from Space Prison Knutts! You think to challenge my story by saying I got it without a fight? Do you know how utterly stupid it would have been to try and break out? I waited, biding my time slowly and surely for hours and days and weeks to enact a perfect plan which still went wrong. I'll be damned if I stand here to be accosted by my own people after escaping a living hell!'' ''I'm sorry, it just seemed suspicious! You haven't introduced yourself, either. I had to check. I had to know!'' A sudden and instant calm washing away his temper, Friion cleared his throat and stood up straight, folding his hands behind his back. ''You may call me Friion. I was captured during the sacking of Arcose, and had taken part in border skirmishes before that. Surely someone in the city must know me, yes? Allow me to prove it.''
''Sure. We were just headed back to Friezaton anyway. You can come with us, if you like.'' ''Mm. I believe I will. I have a matter of utmost import to discuss with...well, whoever they put in charge after the death of the Empress.'' ''Follow us. There's what I guess you could call a council in her absence, but with the throne empty, they're completely overwhelmed.'' If Friion had his way, he would change that. What he had in his mind was an elite fighting force at the reforming Arcose's beck and call; a strike force of some of the most battle-hardened and highly trained warriors in Arcosian space, and perhaps even beyond. Such a move would likely make him a major player in internal affairs, and give him all the sway with the public he could want with each and every crushing victory. As he traveled with the trio of strangers, he began rolling over ways to make his case in his mind. With the throne empty it may have been a difficult sell, but he was not ready to be Emperor; at least not yet. One day, his time would come. For now, a first step was necessary. Locked in his thoughts for mostly all the way to the booming city, Friion reacted to one of the strangers finally piping up after the short journey. ''Well, this is it. Home. The new one, anyway...'' Admiring the large city as he walked through a main road, it baffled him how the fallen empire could scrape together something of this magnitude so quickly. Turning to peer in the direction they'd come from, he smirked to himself as he saw the streak of the Attack Ball auto-pilot its way back through the atmosphere on a return trip.
Following the trio once more to the ''council'' hall, he would enter abruptly, approaching the desk to make an appointment. ''Well, let's see it.'' One of the trio spoke up; the suspicious one from before. ''Very well. This one believes me to be a liar; would you kindly prove him wrong? Do me a small favor and look up the file of ''Friion''. ''Sure. Give me a moment, please. Is there anything else you need?'' ''Yes, actually. I'd like to schedule an emergency meeting with the ''council'' inside. I have something I need to discuss with them.'' ''Emergency? Is something the matter?'' ''Not quite. I have heard much before I arrived here, and I have an idea i'd like to share with them on how to get this Empire back on the right track.'' ''I...see. Well, you're welcome to try. I've got your file, by the way. You were listed as MIA during the battle of Arcose. I'll update the file now that you're back.'' ''Satisfied?'' Shooting a venomous glare to his accuser, he folded his arms. The odd pair left to go about their business. ''R-right. That's all I needed to know. Um...thanks. I'm relieved that I wasn't right.'' ''I'm sure. Now, leave me. I don't want any more of my time wasted on this nonsense.'' ''Er...right. I'll see you around?'' ''I certainly hope not.''
After the stranger's departure, Friion took a very patient albeit very excited seat. As the moments passed, he continued turning over his argument in his mind. Without a direct commander, it would be a hard point to sell. However, something was better than nothing; at least that's what he hoped. Eventually, he was allowed in. Keeping one arm folded behind his back, he would lightly shove the door open; just enough to make a proper entrance without the awkwardness of wiggling through. The scene before him was strange; a round table of clearly stressed and deep down panicking Arcosians, all staring to him for an answer they most likely would take as a jest. Clearing his throat with mock confidence, he would step forward; his three-toed feet lightly clicked against the floor as he advanced, his tail nervously swishing from left to right outside of his control. As he finalized his approach, he would bow courteously. ''Ladies and gentlemen,'' he would begin. All eyes were on him. This was his deciding moment; his magnum opus. Curious, judging and negative gazes painted him red.
''I bring upon you today the first step toward a better future for our fallen empire.''
This was something they had all heard before. Laughable, at best. Boring, at worst. Everyone had their plans; their species had been built on strategy and scheming. What could this upstart offer that no one else had done so far? Surely, this would only be a waste of time. ''I am here today to present you with an opportunity; an opportunity to draft a combat force of heroes to our glorious fallen Empire, a force that would uphold our dear ideals and push them to a point. This force would drive forward our struggle, our survival, our will, and our intention. I implore you to consider. I would only have the most hardened and battle-worthy of our remaining warriors, forming a strike force capable of crushing all opposition! Imagine if you will; a force for the driving ideals of our Empire, to remind the galaxy of what we once were and strive to be! I will make this ideal a reality. Merely give me the resources to do so, and my Force will quell this ridiculous in-fighting and combine us to a whole. We will take the greatest of strides to suppress this rebellion, and become a whole once more. The Empire that the galaxy once feared will once again become a reality; the terror and intimidation of our mere mention becoming a verbal force to predate our awesome might! Lend me your ear. Lend me your resources! I will build a mighty army to fight back against our aggressors, and claim this galaxy piece by piece under our banner! I have met Saiyans face to face, blow for blow. I have thrived inside of a prison of the galaxy's most heinous criminals. Allow me the authority to lead our military to its greatest potential! I am a patriot, and I refuse to allow this...this...subjugation any longer. I will fight, tooth and nail, blood and sweat, to give our glorious Empire the revival it rightfully deserves!''
Sure, it was big talk; however, politics and diplomacy were one of this Arcosian's greatest strengths. What had once been casual laughs and neutral nods had become the full attention of the council; all eyes and interests pointed his way, he passionately clenched a fist, raising it high. ''I am Friion! If I may have naught else, give me the authority to quell our rebellion and once again unite our power! While the throne remains empty, I will do my utmost to quell every single rebellious cell, and crush them beneath my heel if need be. The only Empire is a United Empire, and I will make it so! What say you, my patriots!? Allow me to succeed or die trying!'' Met with a storm of surprised stares, one councilman would finally weigh in on the loyalist speech. ''I can tell through all of our expressions we are weighing your idea. Tell us, then. What moniker would this force undertake? This unit that would carry the entire Empire's ideals and morals on its shoulders? Who would bear this heavy of a weight? I can sense you. You are nowhere near the strongest among us, but I am no stranger to potential. Tell me your name. What is your plan? Tell me of your...Force.''
''We will become the Friion Force; the most fearsome strike unit of warriors this galaxy has ever known.''