A Crown of Rubble and Hope (OPEN DE) Mar 8, 2018 21:55:38 GMT -6 Maple, Sketch, and 5 more like this
Post by Vocado on Mar 8, 2018 21:55:38 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 24,000
Cold morning winds blew harshly in this little corner of the farm-capital of the world. The Spinach Wastes were aptly named, as little more than vegetables and their growers ever found their home here. It made this the perfect place to keep casualties to a minimum. No civilians would get in the way if a fight broke out, and a fight was almost guaranteed to break out.
The Prince watched from the sky as a quartet of low-class Saiyans put the final touches on a small arena in the center of large patch of flattened grassland. Made of stone and wood, the elevated ring looked reminiscent of the ones they had at Earth's famous Budōkai, though nowhere near as polished. It was large enough for a fight to dance across its surface, but fragile enough that when the fight took off its training wheels they'd simply take to the skies.
"Good work, you four." Vocado said as he landed in the center.
The soldiers nodded in unison, before one approached their leader. "Forgive me for asking, Prince, but what exactly is this arena for?"
He turned to the soldier, a serious look in his eye. "We're going to send a message."
Vocado pulled a handful of capsules out from beneath his battle armor, and tossed them across the ring. They landed with an explosive puff of smoke, and when the fog cleared, a trio of A.I controlled cameras hovered to life. They circled Vocado, whirring and zooming in and out as they tried to get the best angles. It seemed the low-class Saiyans he had sneaked away from the base had gotten the hint now. They were going to broadcast something big.
Motioning towards the lead camera, Vocado stood proud and tall despite his shortness, and cleared his throat. The cameras began to record.
"People of Earth," he began. "The Saiyan King is dead. Slain by heartless Arcosians in an act of vengeance on our ancestors. Their assault has left us disorganized, homeless, and wounded." His stern face shifted to a scowl. "But we are Saiyans. We will not be felled by a single attack. Our forces are growing, regrouping -- when the time comes, we'll reclaim our home!"
"But today isn't that day. Instead, I have something else to share with you."
He clenched his fists tightly, allowing his knuckles to pop. He was nervous about this next part.
"I, Prince Vocado of House Bone-Moon, invoke the ancient rite of combat, and lay claim to the title of King of all Saiyans. With my leadership, we will step out of the shadows of Earth and strike back at Arcose!"
"Of course, If any warriors of the Saiyan Kingdom think I am unworthy, you are welcome to challenge my claim. I've attached my coordinates to this message. I'll be waiting."
The recording clicked off, and was sent across the air waves. He tried to broadcast it to any public radio, television, streaming service, and any other mechanical thing that could pick up a transmission. After the recording played, the coordinates would transmit themselves, and the recording would repeat.
Now all he could do was wait. He knew the Arcosians would hear his message too. He wanted them to. Vocado would become the face of the Saiyan Kingdom and strike fear into the hearts of the lizards who took his home. He wasn't sure how he'd survive fighting one of those changelings if they showed, but with any luck he'd pull through. He survived Vegeta, after all.
This thread is DEATH ENABLED. If you join, your character runs the risk of dying!
Vocado has claimed the role of Saiyan King! Opposition has 72 hours to join and oppose him. After that time, Vocado will succeed unimpeded.