Post by Abzerute on Nov 8, 2016 12:18:12 GMT
PL: 93,593
Heavy Weights: ON
Current Form: Suppressed
The bronze Arcosian Emperor was currently engaged in a conference call between the leaders of the individual worlds that made up the resurfacing Arcosian Empire, which was honestly starting to get on his nerves. At the back of his mind he was well aware that he had no agents on Namek right now to keep an eye on the Dragon Ball situation, nor had Polara sent any communications to him concerning Earth's own situation, let alone any word from Captain Koldar... and the Friion Force's leader had apparently gone off on some secret mission or recruit hunting, he wasn't sure which, so he couldn't even get them to check on Namek for him.
All the while he had to babysit a group of argumentative grown men and women who acted more like damned children. "Enough." he said, holding himself back from simply roaring down the lines of communication at them. They all fell silent at the word, his tone causing a couple of them to cringe slightly. "I expect increased productivity from all sectors. Brenchian Gemini, see about increasing your energy quotas by developing technology to drain energy from one of your twin suns directly if need be." he ordered. "Raito-Zacro, continue your trade lane plans surrounding the Solar Saiyan Empire. Siphon off their traders and redirect them towards Arcosian space. Keep to the edges though, we're not in a position to engage in any large scale conflicts with them yet. Just enough to start fostering dissent amongst the general public." the Emperor commanded of the pirate smuggler world. "As for the rest of you, get to work on those mineral and infrastructure developments. That is all." he said before ending the conference call without giving the other four a chance to respond.
Abzerute leaned back in his throne, rubbing the bridge of his nose in contemplation and exasperation in equal measures. The more annoying fact was that even though he could cut off the call with the rest of the Empire's sub-rulers, he still had the leader of Yardrat who could personally bug him about insignificant matters. He was the bloody Emperor, not their wet-nurse... The only conclusion he could come to was that they were doing everything they could to try and force him to abdicate or some nonsense like that so they could go back to running their worlds the way they wanted to. But it wasn't going to work, not by a long shot.
He sighed a little though, shaking his head. To make matters worse, the fact that he had made his base of operations for the Empire on Yardrat was giving the impression of favouritism between them all, which quite honestly wasn't the case. It was simply easier to do so from here since when the first Empire fell, the resources and basic infrastructure to rule from had been consolidated on Yardrat. Abzerute grumbled a little. What I need is to get those damned Dragon Balls and revive Arcose, then I can move operations there... he thought to himself before a blinking light on his desk informed him that someone was trying to reach him with some form of priority message.
The Emperor grumbled before he activated the communications link. "I swear, if this is about those alignment disputes again..." he growled before blinking at the sight of a Brenchian male wearing a lab coat. "Speak." Abzerute ordered of the man. "S-Sir, I don't know how it's h-happened.... but..." the scientist began to say. "Speak damn it man, or I'll personally come down there and make you speak." the Emperor snarled, the Brenchian squeaking slightly before continuing. "It's back sir! The atmosphere, the vegetation at the pole, everything sir! The damage inflicted by the Tree has been reversed!" he said rapidly. The bronze Arcosian looked at the scientist for a moment, before uttering two single words. "Show me."
The screen in front of Abzerute quickly shifted to an interstellar view of the homeworld of the Arcosian people, the original seat of the Arcosian Empire's power, a world that had been rendered lifeless by the Solar Saiyan Empire's attack with the Tree Of Might... Arcose. All the satellite readings were picking up the exact same thing, that everything had been restored, as if the attack had never. Abzerute considered the situation as he looked at the screen. Polara's last message concerning Namek indicated that the Dragon Balls hadn't been revived yet, which left only Earth's ones. He'd missed the opportunity to use Earth's magic himself... but apparently someone else had done it for him. A part of him didn't like that... it felt like he had an unspoken debt to repay to whomever was responsible for it.
A thought occured to him. "Check on Kanassa. Now." he ordered the scientist, who squeaked and began to bark orders to his unseen staff. It took some time given the distance between the worlds as well as relocation of the satellites to allow a clearer reading and picture. Eventually though an image was presented, and soon after that the readings began to arrive as well. That world had been revived as well, which meant that whoever had been on Earth had used their magic to reverse the damage inflicted by the Tree Of Might. He could only assume it was either the followers of Earth's Kami that had done it, or the Earth's president as some sort of attempt to deal a blow to the Solar Saiyan Empire.
Whatever the case was, one thing was clear. He had to consolidate on this, and that meant reforming Arcose into the seat of power for the Arcosian Empire. It would not be easy, it would be rather difficult in fact... but it was something that Abzerute had to accomplish, if for no other reason than to have it stand as a massive middle finger to the Solar Saiyan Empire. Of course he had to discover who had made this possible... the bronze Arcosian hoped it was the Earth's Premiere as the title was apparently called, it would segway nicely into reforming any negotiations and alliances between their two factions. First of all though, he had to get Arcose's infrastructure back up and running after investigating the status of it right now.
Heavy Weights: ON
Current Form: Suppressed
The bronze Arcosian Emperor was currently engaged in a conference call between the leaders of the individual worlds that made up the resurfacing Arcosian Empire, which was honestly starting to get on his nerves. At the back of his mind he was well aware that he had no agents on Namek right now to keep an eye on the Dragon Ball situation, nor had Polara sent any communications to him concerning Earth's own situation, let alone any word from Captain Koldar... and the Friion Force's leader had apparently gone off on some secret mission or recruit hunting, he wasn't sure which, so he couldn't even get them to check on Namek for him.
All the while he had to babysit a group of argumentative grown men and women who acted more like damned children. "Enough." he said, holding himself back from simply roaring down the lines of communication at them. They all fell silent at the word, his tone causing a couple of them to cringe slightly. "I expect increased productivity from all sectors. Brenchian Gemini, see about increasing your energy quotas by developing technology to drain energy from one of your twin suns directly if need be." he ordered. "Raito-Zacro, continue your trade lane plans surrounding the Solar Saiyan Empire. Siphon off their traders and redirect them towards Arcosian space. Keep to the edges though, we're not in a position to engage in any large scale conflicts with them yet. Just enough to start fostering dissent amongst the general public." the Emperor commanded of the pirate smuggler world. "As for the rest of you, get to work on those mineral and infrastructure developments. That is all." he said before ending the conference call without giving the other four a chance to respond.
Abzerute leaned back in his throne, rubbing the bridge of his nose in contemplation and exasperation in equal measures. The more annoying fact was that even though he could cut off the call with the rest of the Empire's sub-rulers, he still had the leader of Yardrat who could personally bug him about insignificant matters. He was the bloody Emperor, not their wet-nurse... The only conclusion he could come to was that they were doing everything they could to try and force him to abdicate or some nonsense like that so they could go back to running their worlds the way they wanted to. But it wasn't going to work, not by a long shot.
He sighed a little though, shaking his head. To make matters worse, the fact that he had made his base of operations for the Empire on Yardrat was giving the impression of favouritism between them all, which quite honestly wasn't the case. It was simply easier to do so from here since when the first Empire fell, the resources and basic infrastructure to rule from had been consolidated on Yardrat. Abzerute grumbled a little. What I need is to get those damned Dragon Balls and revive Arcose, then I can move operations there... he thought to himself before a blinking light on his desk informed him that someone was trying to reach him with some form of priority message.
The Emperor grumbled before he activated the communications link. "I swear, if this is about those alignment disputes again..." he growled before blinking at the sight of a Brenchian male wearing a lab coat. "Speak." Abzerute ordered of the man. "S-Sir, I don't know how it's h-happened.... but..." the scientist began to say. "Speak damn it man, or I'll personally come down there and make you speak." the Emperor snarled, the Brenchian squeaking slightly before continuing. "It's back sir! The atmosphere, the vegetation at the pole, everything sir! The damage inflicted by the Tree has been reversed!" he said rapidly. The bronze Arcosian looked at the scientist for a moment, before uttering two single words. "Show me."
The screen in front of Abzerute quickly shifted to an interstellar view of the homeworld of the Arcosian people, the original seat of the Arcosian Empire's power, a world that had been rendered lifeless by the Solar Saiyan Empire's attack with the Tree Of Might... Arcose. All the satellite readings were picking up the exact same thing, that everything had been restored, as if the attack had never. Abzerute considered the situation as he looked at the screen. Polara's last message concerning Namek indicated that the Dragon Balls hadn't been revived yet, which left only Earth's ones. He'd missed the opportunity to use Earth's magic himself... but apparently someone else had done it for him. A part of him didn't like that... it felt like he had an unspoken debt to repay to whomever was responsible for it.
A thought occured to him. "Check on Kanassa. Now." he ordered the scientist, who squeaked and began to bark orders to his unseen staff. It took some time given the distance between the worlds as well as relocation of the satellites to allow a clearer reading and picture. Eventually though an image was presented, and soon after that the readings began to arrive as well. That world had been revived as well, which meant that whoever had been on Earth had used their magic to reverse the damage inflicted by the Tree Of Might. He could only assume it was either the followers of Earth's Kami that had done it, or the Earth's president as some sort of attempt to deal a blow to the Solar Saiyan Empire.
Whatever the case was, one thing was clear. He had to consolidate on this, and that meant reforming Arcose into the seat of power for the Arcosian Empire. It would not be easy, it would be rather difficult in fact... but it was something that Abzerute had to accomplish, if for no other reason than to have it stand as a massive middle finger to the Solar Saiyan Empire. Of course he had to discover who had made this possible... the bronze Arcosian hoped it was the Earth's Premiere as the title was apparently called, it would segway nicely into reforming any negotiations and alliances between their two factions. First of all though, he had to get Arcose's infrastructure back up and running after investigating the status of it right now.
