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Post by Ghost Banzo on May 15, 2018 1:57:19 GMT -6
[Please note, I'd greatly prefer if you join only in the circumstances that you have something relevant to this conversation. Irrelevant stuff will likely result in Banzo brushing you off, fair warning.]PL: 40,000
Flying through North City, Banzo hummed to himself. It had been a few days since the incident with Fuego. Still, he wasn't entirely sure how to proceed. The Arcosian's claim had thrown him for a loop, and frankly, the more he considered it, the more he was not certain that the WTF member could follow through, even if he would. Even so, he was more than happy to let his enemy make the attempt.
Throwing the WTF into infighting would have just as much benefit to the Saiyan Rebels as an attempt to hand back Vegeta. Still, he got the sense that this event would be an opportunity. If he waited to see what would happen, it'd pass him by. So, he was speaking to his various allies to see what they thought. It occurred to him that he should contact Terryn as well, seeing as the guy had been fairly suspicious of the deal in the first place. Still, given their location, it hadn't been much of a choice. It was take it and prevent fighting, or attack and result in a lot of death and not much gain.
As the phone rang, Banzo leaned against the 15th story of a building, careful not to block a window. Last time he had done that, someone had gotten a nosebleed. When it finally picked up, answering machine or Terryn, he spoke quickly. "Hey, it's Banzo. Currently in North City. When you get a chance, need to talk to ya about that Arcosian and what our plan is. Pretty sure it isn't as easy as he made it sound." Hanging up, he set the phone back in his pocket and descended to street level, looking around for Terryn's Ki.
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Post by Captain Terryn on May 15, 2018 2:28:22 GMT -6
| How to Proceed? |
A loud belch filled the air as another empty can was casually thrown into the trashcan. StarBao's At-Home Cold Cappucino, the real good stuff. Without even a single speck of self-dignity Terryn opened another can and started chugging down. Dark circles covered his eyes, a groggy and stressed out look fixed to his face.
The chaos surrounding Satan City still tugged at his mind. He couldn't shake off the thoughts for even a split second. Terryn thought that officially joining the Pride Troopers would atleast give him SOME sense of confidence, but he was dead wrong.
''Coffee- need. Need more. Where...?''
Poor Terryn was barely functioning at this point, having only slept for a couple of hours at most. Lazily he continued to browse the internet, trying to find out any more news on the aftermath on the Satan City incident. He still couldn't find anything, aside from the odd distant video footage of the fight that took place there.
Suddenly though, Terryn's ears were assaulted by his ringtone. The screen of his phone lit up the darkened room, with an all-too familiar name at the other end. ''Banzo?'' Terryn muttered groggily, picking up the phone to answer it.
''H-hey dude-'' His eyes widened, barely able to finish his greeting. It quickly became apparent what the bulky mass of monkey-muscle needed him for. He let out a long, shallow breath in response, nodding to himself. ''...Yeah, ofcourse. I'll be out in a bit, hold on.'' Terryn replied in a hesitant tone, before hanging up. It was quite obvious that he wasn't looking forward to this, but could you really blame him? If only he could go back to skating the streets of West City in blissful ignorance...
After splashing some water in his face to look a bit more alive, Terryn stepped out into the cold air of North City. The newest Trooper on the block, complete with spandex. And boy did he rock that spandex. You wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise.
''...Should really work on that whole 'sensing ki' bit. Would make this a bit easier...'' Terryn muttered to himself as he gazed toward the sky, trying to find any trace of Banzo. He let out a long yawn, and simply kept looking.
''Eh...Maybe later.''
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Post by Ghost Banzo on May 15, 2018 3:05:04 GMT -6
Not long after, Banzo felt Terryn's Ki off in the distance. Dropping to the ground, he walked over towards it, eventually reaching the young man looking skywards. "Yo." Giving a casual wave, he crossed his arms and leaned against the nearest building as he considered the outfit Terryn was now wearing. "So, Pride Trooper now, huh?" His face split into a teasing grin. "I thoooought I saw you sneaking glances at Bella and blushing." It faded quickly, however, and he gave a repentant chuckle.
"Only joking. I've talked to Koban, I can see why you'd want to join the Pride Troopers. They're good people, and I think it'll be good for ya." His smile fading, Banzo lapsed into silence for a moment. "So. The WTF." He stared into the sky as he considered what to say. Finally, he spoke.
"I'm not particularly confident in that deal going through. At the very least, though, it delays the fight and gives us a chance to muster our forces. I'm kind of expecting an assault by some other WTF faction, or a surprise attack at that meeting, but... I had to try the peaceful way. I'd feel guilty if I didn't give it one shot. Besides, ideally the big fights won't take place in a city." Looking at Terryn, he spread his hands.
"Still... we could also take this chance to foster civil war in the Fleet, or try to surprise them. But we only get one shot at anything. So, that's why I'm here. I'm going to be talking to Koban as well, but I want the people with Earth's interests in mind united on this one. So, Terryn...." He asked seriously, "What's your take on this?"
Heavy stuff to be dropping on him, sure, but he was also curious how the young man would react. The young man had grown a lot, but he was growing very fast. Banzo had brought him into this, and he had no desire for hesitance or uncertainty to get Terryn killed. It was a real possibility, after all, one that the privateer had seen happen more times than he'd care to mention.
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Post by Captain Terryn on May 15, 2018 3:36:28 GMT -6
| How to Proceed? |
''Oh fuck off, she's cute, alright?''
Terryn couldn't help but crack a light grin at Banzo's teasing. It was good to see him really, even if the circumstances were less than ideal. ''You can only get so far on your own, y'know?'' Terryn said in response, nodding. A brief silence washed over the two. Both of them knew why they were here, but there was a hesitance. It was hard to talk about, Terryn knew that much.
Yet Banzo once again proved that he was the more responsible one out of them, and finally spoke. He expressed his doubts, to which Terryn was pleasantly surprised. Honestly, Terryn would've been dumfounded had Banzo actually trusted the Arcosians that blindly.
Terryn continued to listen, leaning on the wall of a large bricked building. He had always had trouble with serious conversations like this. It was difficult to express what you truly thought and felt, especially when you spend so long trying to bury it under a facade.
Once the question came, he was silent. He let out a long breath as he fished out a cigarette out of his back pocket, and lit it. The Earthling was deep in thought, and at the same time, completely thoughtless. Why was it suddenly so hard to speak?
He slowly inhaled the toxic fumes.
In...And out.
''You know I don't trust them.'' Terryn finally spoke up, eyes glancing toward Banzo. ''The fleet controls more than half the damn Galaxy...So what suddenly makes Vegeta so important to them? All because one Arcosian has some sort of sentiment for the place?'' He shook his head disappointedly. ''It's bullshit. It's all bullshit.''
The Earthling sighed heavily before taking in another puff of the toxic smoke. Terryn had never been much of a smoker, but he caved in to the temptation. Too much stress. ''That Fuego guy might be decent at heart for a Fleet member...But I've met other Arcosians.'' Terryn paused. ''Violent, coldblooded...Merciless. They're not gonna listen to peace talks. Why should they? All they care for is power, and to conquer more and more.''
A long silence came from the Earthling. His eyes gazed toward the snow beneath, a bitter expression crossing his features.
''The only way this'll stop is if we pull it out by the roots... Kill them.''
The wind howled as if to lace his words with more impact. His heart pounded a tad heavier at what he just said. Was he really considering killing someone? Could he even bring himself to do it?
Terryn inhaled sharply. His hands were shaking.
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Post by Ghost Banzo on May 15, 2018 4:02:27 GMT -6
He had to smirk slightly at Terryn's exasperated reply. "Not disagreeing with ya, lad. If I wasn't occupied with other stuff, I might make a play there, but I don't have time for tha' right now."
Terryn pulled out a cigarette, lighting it calmly and taking a drag. He didn't know the kid smoked, but to be fair, it wasn't like it was hard to treat lung cancer these days if it did pop up. Especially for someone as durable as Terryn or Banzo. It was part of the reason his liver could handle the constant battering of his drinking. That, and a Saiyan metabolism.
"I don't think it is important to the fleet. Just Fuego. He thinks if he's in charge, he can just give it back. But it's not that simple... not really." Banzo ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "First off, there hasn't been an emperor or central leader of the fleet for a few hundred years, not since the days of the Empires. He may get control over those areas of space, but he's not gonna be able to run the fleet, I don't think. Haven't got a great grasp on their politics, but I know it's not as central as the Saiyan Kingdoms." He tapped his chin again, thinking.
"Aside from that, Earth and Vegeta are... symbols, in a way." He gestured in the air, outlining four circles. "The galaxy has a lot of planets, but throughout history, Vegeta, Namek, Arcose and Earth have played a disproportionate role in deciding how things go. They produce powerful fighters, and other powerful fighters tend to gravitate to or align with them. Back when the Saiyan Solar Empire was still a thing, Earth was home to several powerful people, including the famous Serpent Master and President Vi-Poi. Hell, they were supposedly leagues above most of us. That was how it went, it seemed. History was decided by a few dozen people of immense power. Then, over the past few hundred years... their kind faded out."
He bit his thumb, thinking. It was a worry of his, to be honest. Something he wasn't sure if the others had considered. "I want to kill the bloody WTF bastards, I do. But... I'm worried about what will happen. Historically, sudden pushes against other factions have lead to either a retaliation by that faction, or a strike by a third. In addition... we'd be giving them motivation to increase their forces, to push back against us. I'm not sure what'd happen then."
He looked over at Terryn, frowning. "That's the thing, Terryn. Saiyans have legends of members of our species who achieve a transformation, becoming incredibly strong. A Super Saiyan. Supposedly, such Saiyans are already paragons of our kind, which is why not just anyone can do it. But I look at the history books we have, and it's like there's... swells. Nothing for ages, and then we suddenly get more and more of them recorded. Queen Zuccetta, Queen Habana, and hybrid individuals on Earth. At the same time, people like Vipoi and the Blue Banner Army came to power. The mysterious tree-man Walker, the rise of the Mazoku Dominion, and more. Are we just setting up another Age of Conflict?"
Banzo sighed, looking skyward at the early morning expanse, tinged with a bit of red. "But even beside all that, you're right. We can't trust the fleet, we can't depend on Fuego. But we're not going to be able to take down the entire WTF. Honestly, I think our best hope is to try and cause them to infight, but... I don't really know."
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Post by Carro Hofferson on May 16, 2018 21:56:14 GMT -6
HOW TO PROCEED
CARRO'S PL: 10
Ah, real life, politics, and debates in general. What a joy. Carro came to unwind at the local Pastabilities for some take-out cheese pizza and of course his personal favorite sweet potato waffle fries. Conflict had finally began to brew on Earth- there was the whole coverage with the World Trade Fleet and that Fuego person on XYZ News, and one channel over there was some spotty coverage of the Satan City Showdown. Carro himself, frankly, just wanted these people to do their business somewhere else. Why did his home need to be involved in all this drama?
He was going to meet up with Tianum here at the park to eat and relax. She said she got a new game for her Baotendo also they could play to take some stress off of Carro's already very weighted back. Still, he'd be waiting, tapping away on his phone on one of his farming games on it. Things, so far, were going... surprisingly well regarding the peaceful air today. Too well.
Carro's inkling of doubt proved correct. A gruff-looking bearded saiyan and a spandex-wearing human began to converse nearby, and at first the business-saiyan payed them no mind. Yet, he couldn't help but to listen in with their words being the only thing to break the silence around him, save for the chirping of the birds in the trees. And of course, of course, the topic of conversation had to be brutalizing the World Trade Fleet. Fantastic.
"Hhhhhhh..." Carro took a sharp inhale, running a hand through his hair and setting a half-eaten slice of his pizza down. Word after word just made him all the more anxious and agitated. The toxic scent of smoke filled the air with a much more serious aroma with it. Carro didn't want any part of this Saiyan Kingdom and World Trade Fleet grudge fest. He really didn't.
If you don't say anything, his brain began to scold,
They'll stir up another cesspit of conflict and war.
...Or maybe they'd do it anyways even if he spoke up. But it was worth a shot.
After wiping a few beads of sweat from his cheeks, Carro ran another hand through his hair. The saiyan, who seemed to be with the Kingdom as well, seemed to at least acknowledge the fact that they could very well be stirring up even more in the bigger picture. But...
"Yeah, that plan is going to come back bite you hard eventually." Carro grumbled from his seat, which wasn't too far from the other two. He was currently donning his usual blue parka to compensate for North City's chilly air, a scarf around his neck as well. Tail swaying below him, Carro turned his gaze slightly to the two. "'Scuz me for interrupting on this, uh... scheming, buuuuut I'm pre-tty sure going in guns blazing or a civil war would screw things up even more, equally." The saiyan chimed. Carro himself was at a lack of good ideas with a good chance of not bubbling further consequences when it came for what to do as well, but he knew what a bad idea was when he saw one.
"...Plus, honestly, I personally think you saiyans don't have much more right to be here than the Fleet do." Carro spoke through his teeth, an uncertain frown still plastered on his face with a few beads of sweat. He was nigh certain one of the two apparently aggressive fighters would snap at him or deck him in the face soon, but at least he could say he tried after this mess.
OOC: Keeping Carro's dialogue minimal for now since he just butted in, so sorry if I don't got much yet. Later posts will probably be more wordy in comparison with his thoughts if need be.
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Post by Captain Terryn on May 18, 2018 5:00:08 GMT -6
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...All he could do was sigh.
Ofcourse that Fuego bastard wouldn't be able to run the Fleet. If what he's seen was anything to go off of, he was going to get slaughtered by his own kin for even attempting to play nice with the Saiyans. So what then? Were they just going to be forced to fight? Stir up more hate and death?
Terryn took a long drag of his cigarette whilst listening to Banzo. The Earthling was surprised by just how much Banzo seemed to know about their history! ''Vi...? Yeah, yeah I think I've heard that name before...'' Terryn muttered, recalling the History classes he had during his schooldays. Turns out Banzo wasn't the loud and dense bonehead he assumed he was. Who would've guessed?
He let out a heavy sigh as Banzo continued talking. It really did feel like they were pushed into a corner, caught between a rock and a hard place. No matter what they decided to do, the outcome would end up biting them in the ass. Banzo was just as clueless as to how they would proceed. Terryn couldn't blame him.
Another Age of Conflict...
Terryn sighed.
''Maybe we are, Banzo. Maybe we are.'' Terryn spoke in an empty tone, tossing the bud of his cigarette on the ground and stomping it out. ''But what choice do we have? We either do nothing and let them run us over, turn us into their space-slaves...'' Terryn's gaze moved toward Banzo, dead serious. ''Or we fight. No matter what, it's going to end up bloody and violent. That's just how these things go.'' His words were harsh, and his tone was harsher. Terryn wasn't only saying this to Banzo, but also to himself. The Earthling felt like he had no other choice but to convince himself that this was the only option. Weakness would get him killed, and it was quite obvious that being pacifistic wasn't going to get them anywhere.
A sudden unfamiliar voice spoke up not far from them. Gazing up, Terryn's eyes were met with those of a very small...Saiyan? Great, he had heard their entire conversation. Fucking fantastic. ''Knew I should've taken this to HQ...Damn it.'' Terryn whispered through his teeth.
The Earthling let out a heavy sigh. No use playing dumb, right? Might as well drag him into this, he didn't seem to have any bad intentions anyway. ''Any plan we come up with is going to bite us in the ass.'' Terryn's face was grim as he repeated his previous statement. ''We do nothing, and we get brutalized. We fight back, and we stir up a war. We win, and they'll come back with a vengeance.'' The Earthling's eyes rolled in utter annoyance and frustration. Terryn let out a heavy grunt, running a shaky hand through his hair. ''Fucks sake...And this isn't even the bad part-'' Terryn's tired eyes slowly moved toward Banzo with a cold, terrified expression.
''...You heard about what happened in Satan City...?''
A cold wind howled past, ominous and foreboding.
TAGS: Ghost Banzo Carro Hofferson
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Post by Ghost Banzo on May 18, 2018 5:39:21 GMT -6
Nodding, the Saiyan sighed, rubbing his face. "It'd be great if there was another solution, but I'm not really seeing one at the moment. Ideally, we wouldn't even be on Earth, but well... here we are." After Vegeta had fallen, there hadn't really been much other choice for the fleeing Saiyans, apparently. Banzo hadn't been part of that crew, but it was true nonetheless. The blockade meant he couldn't leave. "Either we let them take Earth and rule the galaxy under their pretty bloody fists... or fight back, and round goes the wheel again."
To his surprise, another voice spoke up. A small child was sitting on a nearby bench. At least, that's what he thought at first. After a moment, he realized it was... a midget Saiyan. At least, based on the tail. He blinked for a moment, before finally registering what the guy had said. He was about to say something in response, when an even odder comment was gritted out.
Banzo raised a finger, and furrowed his brow. "... 'You' Saiyans? Are you... not a Saiyan? Cause, well..." He gestured to his tail, and then to Carro's. "It... looks like you are? That aside, I'd be happy to leave. Soon as I can do it without getting shot down by the hostile invasion force currently blockading your solar system." Rubbing his face again, he winced at the slight headache coming on.
"He has a point. This will probably continue the cycle, but it might not. I mean... we've had a few hundred years of peace leading up to this, right? Relatively speaking, anyway." Wars still happened, but not on a galactic scale. A few solar systems at most. "Eventually, people stop fighting. We didn't start this. The WTF decided they wanted to take Vegeta. Sure, you can claim 'oh, they did it to us ages back, harglebargle blah blah blah' but I mean... Several Earthlings tried to destroy Vegeta before. You don't see me trying to take over Earth using that as reasoning. Besides..." Banzo grimmaced. "I want to take the peace deal if it works. I just don't expect it to. If things go south... it wasn't us who made that choice."
Just then, Terryn mentioned Satan City.
"Just bits and pieces. Information's fuzzy out of there, but some sorta demon attacked it. It was joined by a bunch of other people, and a number of fighters went to oppose them. After that... well, it's pretty fuckin' unclear...." the Saiyan winced. "But it seems like a lot of people are dead. Worst bit is, it happened at the same time as that Fuego bastard showed up. You and I, as well as Bella, were distracted. That's a lot of the strongest fighters on Earth."
His expression went dark as well, rage boiling in his heart.
"They knew we'd be distracted by the broadcast. Whoever it was, they took advantage of Fuego's announcement to strike." There was no proof, but it was pretty clear by the timing. To say he was angry about this was an understatement.
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Post by Carro Hofferson on May 20, 2018 11:35:28 GMT -6
Carro rolled his eyes in response to Terryn's insistance that anything would bite them back. "Yeah, true- bite the Kingdom back, that is." He began to explain, taking another breath in. "I usually wouldn't give a crap about stuff like this, but I don't want the Earth's actions to also get us all on the Fleet's shit list. I don't care what happens between the Kingdom and Fleet specifically." Carro sighed, running a hand down his face while his tail twitched with even more anxiety. A little voice in his conscious echoed, telling the earthling saiyan now that the Fleet had been brought here by the other Saiyans, they'd also want this planet regardless... Well, he could hope it wasn't that bad yet. The relations between the Arcosians and Saiyans were far too damaged, but were their ties to the Earth beyond repair yet?
Carro's expression drooped, turning deadpan when Banzo gestured to the weakling saiyan himself. He blinked, running a hand through his orange hair- a color most pureblood saiyans didn't sport. "Earthling. I'm not really a saiyan." Sure, he had some saiyan genes in him, and they apparently were the dominant side of his body, but Carro still preferred the tag of "Earthling."
And then, Satan City became the subject. "...Yyyyyyyup." The saiyan drew out his response when Terryn brought it up. "...From what little the news had, the current counted death tolls are... smaller than I expected, also." He explained shortly before Banzo began his rant. "...There's some dark... thing? force? energy? I don't know, but it is festering in there. I don't know what it's doing to the people in there, but something tells me death would be a better fate than whatever's going on now." Carro ran a hand down his hair. Thankfully he had no friends or family that lived there, but several of his friends were awful concerned about their loved ones in the city.
Then, something Carro didn't even think of. The attack was perfectly timed with Fuego's shenanigans with the Fleet. The strongest warriors like Banzo and Terryn were distracted, and... Carro's gaze fixed at nothing in particular for a few seconds, a mental computer boot-up jingle echoing in his brain while he connected the dots and properly loaded the information just relayed.
"Are they... working together?"
Carro shivered at what he just said, skin going pale.
"Ffffffucknuggets."
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Post by Captain Terryn on May 21, 2018 6:36:27 GMT -6
| How to Proceed? |
This random midget sure as hell had some snark to him. Little asshole better watch his tongue, seeing as Terryn was already in a bad mood. Throwing fists at innocents wasn't really in the Pride Troopers' code of conduct, but Terryn really couldn't care less at this point. Deep breaths, Terryn, deep breaths...
''Yeah, neither do I, trust me.'' Terryn responded to Carro. ''But it's not like we can help it. The Saiyan's are here now, and that's that.'' Terryn sighed heavily, glancing toward Banzo for a moment. ''No offense, buddy.''
Everyone was selfish in a way. The only reason Terryn cared for the Saiyan Kingdom was to save his own hide. After all, once the Saiyan Kingdom would be defeated, what would the Arcosians choose for their next target? Earth. His planet.
Banzo spoke up, still mulling over the potential peace deal with Fuego. Terryn didn't respond much to this, simply letting out a weak sigh and a conflicted grumble. His thoughts regarding Fuego were more than known, no need to repeat himself, right? The Earthling crossed his arms as his sights drooped towards the ground, lost in a defeated train of thought. The Trooper was clueless. Absolutely clueless.
And the bullshit pile just kept adding up... Satan City.
Mentioning it was a terrible idea. For his sanity, that is. While Terryn had just seen it as another random act of violence, Banzo managed to connect dots that Terryn hadn't even seen before. His hands began to shake at the realization, eyes slowly widening.
''...What.''
And the realization dropped like a bomb. Both Carro and him were shocked beyond belief, with the Saiyan growing pale as Terryn's entire body began to quiver in boundless anger. ''How? How the fuck did I not notice?!'' Terryn snarled to himself, his head snapping towards the two Saiyans. ''I mean, who the fuck is dumb enough to declare themselves 'Emperor' in the middle of a goddamn City?! NO ONE! Ofcourse there was something behind it all!''
How many lives could they have saved, had they not been distracted by Fuego's bullshit?! They might've been able to stop what was happening in Satan City- no one would've had to die! ''I knew we couldn't trust him! That slimy shit's been playing us!'' Terryn's voice continued to grow louder and louder. The damage had already been done, and there was nothing they could do to fix it. Guilt, frustration, anger...Yep, there was enough of that. Without warning, Terryn turned around, launching a flame-coated fist at the building behind him.
''...FUCK!''
But he stopped, only an inch removed.
Slowly, Terryn's fist sagged downwards, as his head defeatedly fell onto the brick wall with a soft 'thud'. ''...And you know what the worst part is, Banzo...?'' Terryn muttered in a shrill, defeated tone. The Earthling turned around, sagging down the wall until he plopped down in the thin layer of snow that coated the ground.
Empty, guilt-ridden eyes looked toward the sky. ''...We let him go.''
TAGS: Ghost Banzo Carro Hofferson
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Post by Ghost Banzo on May 21, 2018 9:17:03 GMT -6
Still thinking, Banzo watched silently as the other two came to the same conclusion he had. Carro's eyes stared at nothing, while Terryn began to shake in rage. In any situation, to understand why something's happening, look at who stands to benefit. He thought there had been something odd about the whole thing, but he couldn't put his finger on it until just then.
"Actually..." his voice rose up as Terryn stared upwards. "I'm not sure it would have mattered. Think back to what he said, Terryn." Banzo began pacing, holding his chin as his mind whirled. The normally joking, boisterous Saiyan had not survived as a privateer and war-maker for years simply on his strength. In order to avoid losing his friends, he had to think strategically, at least somewhat. Deception was not unknown to him, if not his preferred method. Still, getting tricked because you believed everyone's words was a good way to end up dead.
"He said he grew up on Vegeta. He was sympathetic. He was also low-ranking, a corporal." Someone new, relatively at least. He didn't understand how things worked. "If he was new, and didn't fully understand the fleet... he saw the lack of leadership and wanted to take command, but that's a pretty big leap. You're right, most people wouldn't think that was how you'd claim command. I don't think he was lying, but..."
He turned to stare at the other two. "But... what if someone told the newbie that was what you should do? Vocado just did the same thing, pretty much, but he was making a show. If someone higher-up showed Fuego that, while mentioning that the leadership had been lacking..." His mind worked furiously as pieces slotted into place, and he suddenly whipped out the phone he had taken a while back, and used to contact Terryn.
Fingers tapping, he brought up the stories about the events in Satan City. Flipping through it, he stopped, and then double-tapped on the photo. It faintly showed a few flying figures, mid-fight. Most were indistinct, but at least one could be seen with a sharp, angular outline, and a tail behind it. "... There were Arcosians there. It's not proof, but... I think Fuego was entirely honest. His motivations were truthful."
Clicking the phone off, he let his hand fall as he grit his teeth. "After all, he was raised on Vegeta, and he just had an example of how the Saiyans of Vegeta changed leadership. In other words, it would be all to easy for someone far more clever to set him up as a patsy. So... not only are the Arcosians attacking, they're using people from Earth as well. I hate to tell you this, mate..." He turned to Carro now.
"I don't think the Saiyans are the main motivation here, not anymore. I think the Arcosians just want to take two rivals with one blast." It made far too much sense. The naive Fuego used as bait, while Satan City was attacked. It didn't matter if Fuego made a deal with them or they had killed Fuego. Either he was a distraction, he potentially killed some of the Earth fighters, or he died, getting rid of a sympathizer. No matter what outcome, showing up at all had played right into someone else's hands. Someone in the fleet who was far cleverer. Banzo grit his teeth and expelled a breath through his nose. Vocado's plan might need to be moved up quite a bit, then.
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Post by Carro Hofferson on May 21, 2018 11:01:41 GMT -6
None of this was good. Joining this conversation was a mistake.
Carro wanted off this ride. Now.
While the business saiyan himself internalized his reaction, Terryn was a lot more... explosive. Carro let out a shrill yelp, falling back and curling up into a shaking ball when the human lashed out to try and destroy a building with a fiery fist. After a few moments of silence and suspense, the fallen saiyan pried his arms off of his face, eyeing the Earthling's fist, inches away from impact. Without a word, the orange-haired midget sighed and sat back up, grabbing and squeezing one of his arms for some semblance of comfort.
The conspiracy theory bubbling in the group only began to thicken and fester further as Banzo made some more plausible points- someone else was likely pulling everyone's strings. Carro didn't know the specifics about the situation with that Fuego fellow, but this whole thing seemed almost... staged. Hands were clasped over the tiny CEO's mouth, some tears of fear welling up in the corners of his eyes. "Oh my stars..."
Maybe the Fleet didn't just want the saiyans, now.
Maybe the Earth was already on the hit list.
With Banzo's statement, raw terror fled through the weakling saiyan's eyes. It became hard to breathe, suddenly. Thoughts were accelerating inside Carro's head. He wanted them to slow so he could breathe, but they wouldn't. Breaths came in gasps, and Carro felt like he was going to black out. "...That's fine. I'm cool, I'm cool." His heart hammered faster than he thought possible, like a rabbit running for it's skin. Everything seemed to spin and go dark through the weakling's eyes. "N-no, I'm not. I'm not okay."
The poorly managing saiyan eyes seemed to lock onto Banzo for a moment, but it was as if he didn't see the other Saiyan standing there anymore in the midst of his reality snap and overwhelming surge of panic and terror. "I-... I'm scared. W-why did it have t-to be us..?" He blatantly stated, eyes clamping shut. Carro was weak, he could barely manage his own company, and he sure was a yellow-bellied coward. How could he face this life-or-death galactic threat if he couldn't even properly schedule an appointment without getting stressed out? Hopeless- that's what this situation was at this rate.
OOC: achievement get- shatter a clod's already tiny heart with a conspiracy theory. oof.
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Post by Captain Terryn on May 21, 2018 16:34:25 GMT -6
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All the colour had drained from his face. Terrified, guilty, and emptily, he glanced back toward Banzo.
''What do you mean...?'' Terryn softly muttered at the grizzled Saiyan. The Earthling hoped that Banzo would come with good news, or at the very least something to soothe their nerves. Hesitantly the Pride Trooper listened to Banzo, not uttering a single word. Shallow, shaky breaths silently rang through the cold air. And it only seemed to grow colder...
Banzo's theory had sucked the life out of the area, and replaced it with an ominous, foreboding air. According to Banzo, Fuego was nothing more than a puppet, being used as an unnoticing distraction for something much, much bigger. Terryn's breathing became louder for just that second as the realization hit him. The Fleet had infiltrated the planet under their very noses, and they had noticed nothing.
With minimalistic movements, Terryn's gaze dragged itself toward Carro. None of his snark was left, instead all replaced by utter, genuine fear. Terryn's heart sank to his stomach due to how powerless he felt. The seeds were already sown- there was no telling when or where they would strike next...
''...It's just like Banzo said.'' Terryn responded to Carro's statement in an empty tone. ''Earth's always been important- always been dragged into conflict. This place breeds the strongest fighters the galaxy has ever seen...You'd think that'd keep us safe, huh?'' The Earthling couldn't help but let out a brief chuckle, the irony of it all...
''It's that, and the Dragonballs. Mom's told me about them before. It's what makes Earth special.'' He finally gazed up, able to look both Banzo and Carro in the eye again. Although, his expression was riddled with fear.
''It's a fucking curse...Why couldn't we just have been some boring no-name planet...?''
Terryn dragged his knees close to his chest, resting his forehead in the space between them as he let out a dreary sigh. Everything was going to shit- absolutely everything...All because of the Fleet.
While Banzo's theories were just that, theories, they were all they had to go off at this point. The worst part was that they made sense...Too much sense. This wasn't your average 'Tinfoil hat' conspiracy theory...Although Terryn wished it was. If only it was one...
''...We shouldn't do anything rash.'' The Trooper spoke up, trying to ignore the hopelessness he felt. ''We have to...We have to warn the people- everyone.'' And Terryn truly did mean everyone. The entire planet was at risk at this point. Satan City was only the beginning. ''After that...All we can do is prepare, I guess...''
Terryn shrugged emptily, once again averting his sorrowful gaze to the horizon. ''...Get stronger...So we can beat them the next time they attack.''
TAGS: Ghost Banzo Carro Hofferson
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Post by Ghost Banzo on May 21, 2018 20:25:50 GMT -6
And now Carro was having a panic attack. Not, if he was fully honest, that Banzo could really blame the guy. This was a fairly intense moment. He was fully aware this was all circumstantial, far from distinct proof, but... it fit together well. Far too well for his liking. "I know, mate. I am too." He was scared. It'd be a lie to say he wasn't. Even if he was wrong.... "Despite that... You gotta decide what you wanna do. This is what happens when you get a glimpse at your future." He wasn't really that pleased with the small Saiyan's attempts to shove off the problem. What was that old saying? "They came for Arcose, and I said nothing. They came for Kanassa, and I said nothing. Then they came for us, and there was nobody to fight for our world. Think that was how it went...." Might be the wrong planets, but the point was the same. Rolling over and trying not to anger the tyrants at your doorstep was just cowardly. Terryn seemed to be collapsing in on himself as well. The importance of Earth had always been a double-edged sword, and now it was swinging back to cut them in two. Terryn, the young man in front of him, was the strongest fighter of his planet. And he was just a kid, in the end. He could almost feel his teeth crack. Well, clearly there was only one way forwards. "Not doing anything rash is right, but one thing's clear. Someone, WTF or otherwise, intends harm to this planet, and they're not afraid to hurt whoever is nearby to do it. I don't know who they are, or what they want, but I'm not about to let them get away with it scott-free." Looking down, he flexed his hand slowly, Ki amping up for a moment. The air around them crackled as Banzo exhaled a long breath, Aura flaring before he let it die once more. He had grown stronger in his time on Earth. A lot stronger. The competition, the drive... this was what Saiyans were made, evolved to do. His body had been reacting to the the environment and growing to match. Still, he hadn't been pushed far enough to warrant a Zenkai... not yet, anyway. In order to get that, you had to be beaten to near-death. You had to balance on the very edge, and come back. You'd be risking your very life. "You're right, Terryn. We do need to get stronger." Banzo said, an odd tilt to his head and a strange emotion in his voice. "We're going to need to train. I'm gonna push myself, hard as I can, and see if I can find it. It's been gone for decades now, but I think it's time to look for it again... and I think I'm the one with the best shot at finding it, right now."
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Post by Carro Hofferson on May 22, 2018 0:21:45 GMT -6
CARRO'S PL: 10
TIANUM'S PL: 5,000
Another meaningless breath was whisked through the wheezing hybrid. Words became lost and meaningless to Carro now. All his fears were tumbling out unchecked by her brain in some kind of mental free-fall, unable to analyze things or assess risk. Words were bouncing off him like they were hard rain. Fingers are white-knuckled and wrapped around his own torso, a gaze at nothing silently asking if it will be OK. It wasn't OK. Nothing was OK. Nothing had ever been OK.
The world wasn't just spinning now- it seemed to be melting into black, fading into nothing around the terrified husk of a saiyan. He couldn't fight back- he couldn't do anything against this oncoming storm but watch. These two were strong- they could get stronger. Carro, though, did not have the strength like that to fall back on to begin with. The hybrid's gaze didn't even seem human anymore- it belonged better on a deer, inches from a pair of oncoming headlights. Something something reality, his future, strength and super saiyans, saying nothing, something something- that was about all the saiyan could register said now- and he still didn't like any of it.
He opened his mouth to say something. Maybe beg for help, maybe lash out- He couldn't remember what he was going to say now, but all that could come out of his mouth now was another heavy gasp at the air. Yet, his lungs still felt empty- it felt like his ribs were going to crush and pop them at any moment. Carro was too afraid to even open his eyes now, back pressed against a nearby tree and head lowered. Everything felt unstable around him, the very world seeming to swirl, melt, and shift with a will of it's own. Just one hope- one lie, one semblance of comfort or safety was all the weakling asked for at this point.
Meanwhile...
"...'s not like you to wander, Carrie." Not too far from the group on the other side of the park's treeline, Tianum had arrived to where she and Carro were supposed to catch up. No sign of the saiyan remained- and he was always keen on keeping his whereabouts known. He had been here, as evidenced by the purchased pizza that was still hot on the picnic table. The reptilian humanoid raised her head, pointed ears perking up.
She wasn't sure where or from who, but she could have sworn she just heard some heresy.
This could only go well.
OOC: carrot boi's progress to breakage AAAAAAAAAAAAA mode: 85%.
not much i can do with him dialogue-wise when in panic mode also so have a cruddy post
...also meanwhile lizard gf is concern and may or may not intrude next post
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