The King Decrees | CLOSED Jul 26, 2018 23:29:04 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Jul 26, 2018 23:29:04 GMT -6
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"Another lost signal, sire."
The surveillance room was cold and quiet as the engineer in the chair swiveled to face Vocado. The Imeckian boy was fresh-faced and eager to help beat the Arcosians, but clearly he was losing some of that spark. This was the fifth time they'd lost transmission with an operative who'd been sent to Vegeta, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. They were getting caught, and quickly too.
"End the transmission..."
The Imeckian did so, and the screen went dark. Slowly, Vocado stood out of his chair, and walked into the hall. Once the metal door slid closed behind him, he let out a massive sigh, slumping against the wall in defeat. Idly tightening one of his gloves out of habit, the King began to let his mind wander. Scouts weren't going to do, it seemed. He needed someone stronger, someone who could hold their own if they got caught.
He considered Banzo first, but decided against it. He was massively powerful, but that was presented its own problem. He'd be detected before breaking into orbit, and be blasted straight out of the sky. If, by some miracle, he hit Vegetan soil, he'd be hounded by the entire planet in seconds. Even an Oozaru of his strength couldn't handle the World Trade Fleet's full force. Besides, the shirtless mercenary was never one for subtlety.
The next to come to mind was Nashua. Labeled a pacifist by her peers, she had grown considerably in strength over the last few months. If he had to guess, she could probably give him more than a run for his money in a real fight. Surely she'd be good for the job.
But could she do it alone? Some of the scouts he'd sent knew their way around a stealth mission, and they got caught easily. Clearly the fleet had air-tight security. She'd need backup, but who?
There was Mollusc. The Namekian was loyal as hell, and his devotion to his god was... Both a blessing and a curse, he supposed. He might just work. Then again, the two had never worked together before. Would they mesh well?
"Only one way to find out."
He turned on his heel, walking towards the throne room, motioning for a guard. A nearby soldier hurried to his side, trying and failing to bow and walk at the same time.
"S-sire! You called?"
"Summon Nashua and Mollusc to the throne room. I have need of them for a mission."
The soldier dared not ask why, and simply dashed across the base. Whether they were off-site or in their bunks, the short Brenchian would find them no matter what!