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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2019 18:40:28 GMT -6
Aizu sat brooding over his ale as the bubbles within slowly dissipated, deep in thought. In the ashtray his cigar had long since gone out, sitting half-smoked in a bed of ashes. Months had passed since his audience with the higher-ups in the Fleet. And he’d done nothing; summoned to fight no battles, consulted on no stratagems. He was crushingly bored, and growing despondent at the lack of excitement. Chill, Algere and Kraktus all seemed motivated to achieve their own goals, but the Warmaster couldn’t help feeling overlooked. Once he had been among their greatest warriors, and now he’d not only fallen behind, but found himself out of the loop on all the major moves the Fleet was making.
Around him lower-ranking troopers on shore leave mingled with local workers, traders and travellers of all species. Aizu had come to Froz City to lose himself in the crowd. The bustling starport-city reminded him of home on the fringes of explored space, at least insofar as the variety of species that passed through its labyrinthine streets. But still, the laws and strictures of Arcosian rule drained it of the vibrance that the lawless and violent frontiers once held. Though this was the homeworld of his race, Aizu had rarely felt more alien. Other Arcosians were not like him. They were bound up in their hierarchical culture, lording it over their lessers and toadying to the upper classes as though the Arcosian Empire had never collapsed at all. As far as the Warmaster was concerned, they were living in a fantasy. And despite the recent devastating boom in Saiyan power, they still acted like nothing had changed. Their flagrant complacency disgusted him.
His brooding was disrupted by a cough close to him. Looking up from the table, he blinked. A trio of cloaked and hooded Arcosians bearing insignia of high status were standing round the table.
“You’ve been sat here for nearly an hour on your own. You’re not drinking, you’re not spending any money. It seems to me you’ve had enough. Mind giving us the table?” The apparent leader said. Aizu recalled shrugging one of them off when they’d asked for the spot earlier in the evening. No doubt they felt they were too good to share seating with the ‘lesser’ races in the bar. He picked up his drink and slugged down a full half of it in one go, turning to face the trio with a smirk.
“I’m feeling like I’ve got a second wind coming. Think I’m good here for now,” He said, lifting up his cigar and re-lighting it. Before he could take a puff, however, a tail flicked out and lashed it from his grasp in irritation. Aizu’s head turned lazily to regard them again.
“Your disrespect is growing tiresome, my friend.” Hissed the leader, with a shit-eating grin plastered across his fat pink face. He shrugged back his cape, revealing his shiny armor and the sigil of his noble house. His companions did the same. There was a beat of silence as several nearby patrons looked over. Tension thickened the air. Grimacing, Aizu downed the last of his drink, sighing. The noble’s eye twitched at Aizu’s disregard for their presence, opening his mouth to say something.
He never got to speak, however, as Aizu suddenly launched himself up from his seat, sending the table flying across the bar as he spun, grabbing the leader’s head by one horn and slamming him face-first into the floor. The other two fired off ki blasts at him, which he swatted away nonchalantly. The place erupted in a frenzy of panic. Arcosians might not do much actual work to earn their positions anymore, but they were still fearsomely powerful by virtue of genetics alone and so other patrons scrambled to leave the establishment before the battle escalated further.
Stomping on the still-prone leader’s head, grinding it into the floor, he whipped round with his tail to strike one of the others, sending him barreling through the bar itself, shattering bottles of various beverages behind. The last man standing had taken the opportunity to transform, however, now matching Aizu’s towering Brute Form in stature. The Warmaster wasn’t wearing his scouter and didn’t know if he might now be outmatched, but in truth he didn’t care. Frustration combined with intoxication had left him belligerent beyond reason. Locking arms with the now-transformed opponent, he found his strength still outmatched the lordling handily, and he wrestled him to the ground with ease. A few vicious stomps and he was out cold. The Warmaster tilted back his head and let out a wordless shout of exultation, reveling in the first serious violence he’d engaged in for months.
Suddenly, a blast struck him in the back. Turning, he saw the leader had gotten back to his feet, and was powering up. With a savage, wild-eyed grin he rounded on the Arcosian, bearing down on him with bloody-minded intent. But before he could lay hands on his foe, one of his friends, now dripping with booze and still covered in shards of broken glass, caught him around the throat. Squeezing tight with his tail, he sought to choke Aizu out. Struggling in his foe’s constrictor-like grip, he could only watch as the leader transformed, attaining the monstrously deformed proportions of the third suppressive state. His power was no doubt immense now. With a snarl, he leapt towards the vulnerable mercenary.
Aizu viciously bit the tail at his throat, clamping jaws onto the flesh hard enough to draw blood. As the grip slackened momentarily and he heard a yelp over his shoulder, he roared like some primal beast, yanking the smaller fighter by the tail and swinging him right into his leader’s face. The pair tumbled into a heap together on the floor, stunned long enough for Aizu to power up himself. A ferocious kiai whipped glasses and furniture across the room as his suppressive shell evaporated to reveal the smoldering, sleek True Form within.
Howling like an animal, Aizu leapt upon them, hammering away with thunderous impacts, bludgeoning the smaller one unconscious and tossing him aside like a ragdoll. The leader now sat alone, sprawling across the floor as the Warmaster bore down on him. He whimpered as he was dragged by the tail, pulled to his feet, and forced to stare into the wild, golden eyes.
“I may not be a Director, but I’m still one of the strongest Arcosians in the gods-damned universe!” he boomed, hurling his terrified opponent with such force that he crashed through the wall and into the street outside. Summoning his inner ki, crimson fire coalesced around his fist as he stalked through the rubble towards the broken nobleman.
“AND YOU WILL SHOW ME RESPECT!” He finished as he unleashed a blast of energy that left the noble of a charred, smoking ruin. He might live, but he wasn’t getting up without help any time soon.
Staring down at the lordling, he panted, feeling his rage and adrenaline subside slowly as a crowd of onlookers gathered around. Once again, he’d created a bit of a scene.
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Post by Belle on Jun 10, 2019 20:13:40 GMT -6
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It was snowing. That was what Mister Lord Chill had called it. Really, it was little white dots falling from the sky. They were cold to the touch and melted when she held them in her hands. Belle hadn’t seen snow before. It was pretty but also bitterly cold. That was why she had bundled up for her little walk. Belle didn’t like to stay cooped up in her room. It left her with too much time to think, and her eyes were still red and puffy from too much crying as well as dark and sunken in from too little sleeping. It was nice to get outside and walk and just not think. Belle pulled up her scarf around her mouth and adjusted her ear muffs. She always wore her uncle’s green headband, but it was hard to see under the muffs. Her tail hung lower than it usually did though she tried to keep it from dragging on the ground. Sometimes she got weird looks from other Arcosians. Mostly directed at her tail. And, to be fair, Belle didn’t see any other Saiyans. Or hadn’t so far at least. But that was okay with her. She didn’t really like them that much anymore. Not after everything that happened. Despite the wonder of the snow, Belle kept her eyes glued to the ground, listening to her footsteps crunch in the snow and kicking it up a little as she went. After a while of walking down random city streets, Belle heard a rather loud commotion. The sounds were familiar. Someone was fighting. A bit curious, Belle headed over to the source of the noise. It was coming from a building. She peeked in through the open doorway to see something probably not meant for eyes so young. It was a brawl between a couple Arcosians. One of them was wearing the emblem of the Fleet like her. Chill had made sure her parka was emblazoned with it. After just a short while, the fight was finished. Belle looked away when the Arcosian dealt the finishing blow, crinkling her nose. She didn’t want to watch it through to the end. She should probably leave them alone anyway. They seemed kind of grumpy. Turning to go, Belle sniffled under her scarf and shivered, the fur on her tail fluffing up. Maybe she should start heading home now. She’d like something to warm her up. Maybe some cocoa or whatever it was that Mister Lord Chill liked to drink.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2019 19:19:07 GMT -6
Looking around wild-eyed, Aizu saw curious aliens of every size and shape gawp at the scene of Arcosian-on-Arcosian violence before them. No doubt it was a rare sight for many, but the Warmaster held little love for Arcosians and their stifling traditions. He had fought his own kind before this. Still, he felt suddenly exposed and frantically looked for a way out without drawing any more attention to himself. They were looking at him like some kind of animal, some vicious predator escaped from its menagerie. He felt his anger rise again like a fog. No, he couldn't just kill his way out. There were still a few in the Fleet who had the strength to break him, and while they might overlook smaller incidents a massacre would be poorly received. Whirling, realising he couldn't fly away without breaching the dome above and killing potentially hundreds of bystanders, his agitation grew.
Then he saw the tail.
A short creature, uniquely turned away from the scene of the violence, trudged through the artificial snow. Her shape was largely humanoid, with a head of thick black hair. But it was the tail that caught the Warmaster’s gaze. Brown and furred, it drooped almost to the ground behind her. She was a Saiyan. On Arcose. And nobody seemed to care. The fog of anger thickened and he surged into the crowd after her. Some aliens were quick enough to get out of the way, others were simply tossed aside as he stormed towards the little monkey girl.
How could this be? He wondered as he hurled a Brenchian to the ground with a dismissive sweep of his hand. He'd been feeling increasingly disenfranchised with the state of the Fleet’s affairs ever since reaching the homeworld, but this was something else entirely. Were they so complacent as to allow their enemies to walk the streets of their greatest cities, without so much as an escort? It almost beggared belief. Aizu intended to find the truth of the matter, calling after the mysterious girl.
"Stop right there, primate!"
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Post by Belle on Jun 12, 2019 18:02:03 GMT -6
Belle couldn’t have gotten but a few meters away from where the fight had broken out when she heard someone pushing through the crowd of people. She heard it because there were some pained yelps and startled gasps from those behind her. When she turned to look, she saw his Aura first. Dark and angry, Belle was reminded a little of her Uncle. Enough that she just stopped where she was and stared at the aura, ignoring the figure producing it. It was only when someone very close to her got tossed to the ground did she realize that the angry man had gotten close and that she was the one he was after.
She wondered if she should run. From what she could see of his aura, she didn’t have much chance of outrunning him, but this was a city. Her aura could get lost in a crowd in a hurry. There were lots of twists and turns too. It wasn’t a battle of speed. Still, Belle was a bit curious as to why he had called out to her. Her eyes shifted from left to right. Did she have an escape? Hm… there was an alley off to the left. Right was no good. But she had an escape. That was always good when dealing with scary people. Satisfied with that for now, Belle turned fully to face him.
“Yes, Mister…?”
Looking up at him, Belle felt small. She was wearing her parka with the Fleet’s emblem on it just like Mister Lord Chill had told her to. Probably to both keep her warm and mark her as a friend to the people of Arcose. She wasn’t sure how she felt being on the other side of the war. She didn’t think much of the war in the first place. Hugging a conspicuously red Arcosian plushie in her arms - she had left the one resembling her uncle at home and had also left Fluffy there too - she held her ground. Fear started to crawl into her nerves, making her tremble a little with anxiety. It was okay. It was just another Arcosian. Like Mister Lord Chill. They could be nice.
“D-Did you need something?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2019 12:31:02 GMT -6
The girl spun to face Aizu as he loomed over her. She was young; small and timid-looking in her trailing garments, which he noted were emblazoned with Fleet insignia. In her hand was clutched a red doll, shaped rather like an Arcosian. It was a curious sight. She tremulously asked what Aizu wanted with her.
Yellow eyes staring from beneath a bony brow, he silently regarded her for a moment. The cogs of his mind turned as he took in the details. Clearly, she was under somebody’s protection, as the insignia indicated. That didn’t negate the fact that she was undoubtedly a Saiyan, a rare sight at the core of Fleet space. The Warmaster pondered just how she had come to be in such a place. Was she an orphan? Claimed from her family by some wealthy officer, perhaps. Such behaviours were not unheard of. Co-opting the young of conquered races and integrating them into the Fleet was an effective method of safeguarding against rebellion in some cases. That had not been the case with the Saiyans, however. This child was unique.
“It’s unusual to see a Saiyan in this part of the galaxy. This place can be dangerous.” He said, more softly now. “You’re not lost, are you?” A commotion behind reminded him that they weren’t too far from the site of a recent battle, and he ducked into an alleyway, ushering the girl to follow. It would be difficult to maintain a conversation out on the main street.
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Post by Project Evolution on Jun 16, 2019 10:26:31 GMT -6
It's been over a year since Eve had last returned home to Arcose. Many life changing events had happened since then, with all her exploits on Earth and the other planets out there. As much as she loved to be out field, it was nice to finally be back home, even if the said home held so many bittersweet memories. While she still wished that she could still have a meeting with her best friend again, she knew that he was still busy with the work the Fleet was giving him. It pissed her off, but she knew that it wasn't his fault and she definitely wasn't willing to go against her superiors. Instead, she ultimately decided to go visit a bar that she used to visit before her transformation to settle back down for a bit.
She hadn't even bothered with the cloak when she had got back home. What did it matter? She had pretty much announced what she was out in the battlefield, and plus Eve had viewed it as a symbol of status. Despite how much she stood out, she would always be at home with her people. As she approached closer to the bar, she began to hear a commotion. A bar fight? The sound jostled some vague memories of the bar fights she engaged or joined in, typically ending with her own behind being kicked. Things had changed now, and Eve was itching for that lost sense of nostalgia.
Quickly, she was weaving through the streets and alleyway and had almost made her way to the bar when she saw a curious sight. There was an arcosian that was heading towards the alleyway she was standing with along with a young saiyan child. There weren't many saiyans out in Arcose, especially with the tensions between the Kingdom and the Fleet. Besides, even if she was stolen from her parents and brought here it seemed like a pretty low blow to do.
"What the hell," the words escaped her mouth before she was able to even stop herself. She was simply so flabbergasted by the sight. "The fuck is she doing here?" She would ask the arcosian who appeared to be the one with her. Saiyan or not, Eve refused to harm a child without reason to do so in the first place. However, that wouldn't stop her from expressing her confusion and language without a care in the world.
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Post by Nippy on Jun 16, 2019 20:02:07 GMT -6
Nippy PL: 1,625
In the back of the bar in the small spotlight stood a very pink arcosian who shook their hips to-and-fro as they sang into a microphone. A screen was on behind them showing a popular galactic music video as the androgynous alien sang along, though rather off key. Lost in their own world as the people who watched tried their best to ignore how bad the singing actually was. Not that Nippy would have cared they were in their moment and enjoying the heck out of it. The local Karaoke scene was actually a secret nightlife ritual for many within the fleet, and it was a great excuse to drink and spend some of that hard earned zenni. However enthralled into their performance Nippy couldn’t help noticing the altercation between the three hooded arcosians and the one sitting at the table. It spiraled out of control very quickly, appearing that the group was trying to use their family’s clout to push the patrons around. Soon that would be evidently not the best method, even blood only goes so far among arcosians. Nippy continued through their song having chosen one of the longer and more catchy poppy tunes. The final chorus having a belting solo which crackled in the air, akin to aluminum foil. The small crowd inside who were still paying attention were thankful that Aizu demolished part of the wall which muffled most of it for them.
Taking a bow before hopping off the stage Nippy would saunter over to the bar and finish their drink left standing. Reaching into it to pluck a piece of rubble from their cocktail and tossing it on one of the unconscious cohorts. Dropping a tip for the bartender the curious Arcosian followed the commotion outside, though taking their time. Stepping out into a crowd of people and making sure to step on the singed body laying in the street before finding a fan club building around Aizu. Creeping around and peering at Aizu from the side before shooting him a buck toothed curly smile. |
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Post by Belle on Jun 17, 2019 10:29:40 GMT -6
Belle relaxed just a little bit when the Arcosian didn’t immediately start yelling at her. He spoke softly. Maybe he was nice? She would like it if he was nice. Her tail lifted up hopefully, twirling around curiously. She shook her head in response to his question. She could see auras, so she always knew where Mister Lord Chill was. Plus, she could fly to get to him if she needed to. Even though it was really cold. Following him not too far into the alley, Belle nodded in response.
“Yes… you seemed really angry, Mister. Are you okay?”
Jumping in surprise when she heard a voice behind her, Belle turned and looked to see a… thing. An alien? Probably? Belle hadn’t seen one like that before, but she hadn’t seen a lot of aliens before, so it wasn’t too shocking. What did shock her was the language it used. It made her heart jump up in her throat. Was it really that bad for her to be here? She didn’t have anywhere else to go. The thing’s aura didn’t seem hostile though. Just really confused. So maybe it was just weird to see a Saiyan like her? Belle tilted her head at the thing.
That was when Belle noticed the creeper. Her tail stuck straight up and floofed in alarm. It was another Arcosian. And he wasn’t looking at her, but the other Mister Arcosian she had been talking to before. He was smiling at him really creepily. Belle didn’t like it. She backed away from the thing and therefore the creepy Arcosian, bumping into Aizu’s leg. She hastily turned around and scooted around him, farther back into the alley.
“S-sorry, Mister!”
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Post by Branch on Jun 17, 2019 18:08:37 GMT -6
"Same shit as always." Branch comments, before taking a long swig of his watered down drink. He had come down here to clear his head, but it looks like there's never a moment of clarity in this gods-forsaken fleet. Branch turns around to look at the current situation of the room. "Whew, they got their teeth kicked in, huh?" Branch says to himself, clearly amused. That fight was the only lively part of this whole shindig. "Screw it. I've had enough of this drain-cleaner they call a drink, anyway." Branch pushes himself off of the bar and tosses some cash onto it before walking outside. He makes sure to step over the probably still smoking bodies. As he exits the building, Branch pushes the bystanders in the crowd out of his way and looks around for the big guy responsible for all of this. With a sigh, Branch sits on a nearby wall and waits until the dust settles around this whole commotion.
Branch's PL: 16,840
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2019 15:14:02 GMT -6
The little girl followed a short ways, nodding to signify that she had seen the brawl in the street. She commented on his anger, asking if he was alright. Aizu didn’t have time to formulate a response however. A shout from the street drew their eyes as a lanky, bizarre-looking creature bounded towards them. Its three-toed feet, pale hide and bony crests were somewhat reminiscent of an Arcosian, but the similarities ended there. Its form was barely humanoid, with digitigrade legs, three-fingered paws and a wide, almost catlike face. She was evidently confused by the Saiyan child’s presence. Aizu could relate.
“I was trying to figure that out myself, but she’s got Fleet insignia; so somebody’s watching out for her,” Aizu said, turning to face the new arrival. “Never seen your kind before. Who - and what - exactly are you?”
The girl bumped against Aizu’s leg, drawing his attention as she scampered away from someone. A buck-toothed, pink-skinned Arcosian crept around the corner of the alley, giving the Warmaster a mildly-unsettling smile. His vibrant colouring stood in stark contrast to the black, tasseled suit of armor that clad his scrawny form. Aizu stepped between this new face and the girl, holding out an open hand.
“It’s okay,” He said over his shoulder, locking his gaze on the beady red eyes of the Arcosian. “You with those other three?” In the background, the blare of sirens began to approach. Aizu looked up, trying to guess the direction of the sound. They were not as far away as he would have liked. His tail reached out and tugged on the girl’s sleeve, beckoning her to follow.
“Never mind, we should get out of here before the enforcers start locking the area down. Come with me if you don’t want to spend the night in jail!” He yelled, charging out into the street past a Namekian lounging against a wall. He called to him in passing, “Move it or lose it!”
Pounding down another alleyway, Aizu lifted off the ground, swooping up and weaving through the streets. If the others could keep up, they’d find him hunkering down at the outer walls of the starport, sitting in a tight storage yard, filled with various types of cable and raw materials. Dropping to his knees, he forced himself to power down, secreting a new suppressive shell around himself as he returned to his first form. His body had now shrunk to a stocky and squat one, not much taller than the child. His brow was crowned with antler-like crests once again as he drew back to his somewhat-diminished full height.
Aizu reverts back to base form.
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Post by Project Evolution on Jun 18, 2019 23:15:19 GMT -6
The once empty alleyway suddenly began to fill up at an alarming rate. Another arcosian had made their way to their location, and frankly, they gave Eve the creeps as they shot a weird smile at the first arcosian. "What the hell is your problem," Eve asked her confusion only rising. Was this some sort of meeting that she wasn't informed about that was being carried out in this alleyway? If so, why did it involve a young saiyan girl? This was beginning to give her a headache that she didn't exactly want or need. All she wanted was some damn nostalgia.
Another figure came in as well, this time being a namekian. By now, Eve was convinced that there was some sort of gathering that she was intruding with the amount of people that were showing up. However, she no longer had any intention to leave either. While confused, she really wanted to see what was going on and maybe even get a piece of the action in the process. As the arcosian asked what she was, Eve rolled her eyes in response. Another person who hadn't heard of her greatness. "All you need to know is that I'm an arcosian super soldier, the best one out there." She said with an irritated tone as she once again looked down at the girl. It was unheard of for Eve to see a saiyan under the protection of someone from the fleet. Most of the people she knew hated saiyans. Why would someone protect her?
The blare of sirens suddenly began to sound from around the corner, causing the arcosian run out. "Hey, what the hell?" She shouted. Screw that nostalgia that she wanted. This was much more entertaining than a bar fight. Running after the arcosian and the girl, it became quickly apparent that she wasn't going the catch up with him. Instead, she had decided to use her scouter to pinpoint his power level so she would be able to track him more easily Soon, she had managed to find him in a storage yard where he appeared to revert back to his typical form. Landing right near them, she let out a quiet chuckle. "You're kidnapping the little girl now?" She asked. "What do you plan on doing with her anyways? Find her guardian?" Considering the size of Arcose and all the people that lived here, it would be difficult, but Eve wanted to see where this went next.
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Post by Nippy on Jun 20, 2019 20:05:42 GMT -6
Red eyes glared at Eve as she pricked them with a question “Why nothing, do you have one?” However that wasn’t the reason for them to even come over here, it was unimportant. Nippy’s eyes lit up for a moment as they took in the splendor of Lord Aizu, surely this one would be someone to attach themselves too. Though it seemed he had quite a posse around him, a very curious creature from within the flank, a namekian who also seemed to come from the bar, and a ratty little monkey. Though nippy wasn’t trying to be entirely sneaky, just cautious, it seemed the others there were uneasy with their presence. Their red eyes made sure to make note of their worried and or horrified expression. “Oh how wonderful.” they thought in a sing song voice within their own skull.
Snapped out of their pleasure for a moment “Who me? With them? Oh my, no. I’m N-” That’s when the sirens interrupted. It would appear their little group rap would have to wait until they found a more private location. It also showcased to Nippy that this new powerful arcosian acquaintance at least had self-perseverance as a priority. Most of their kind seemed to lack that quality when they were being prideful. “He could make a fine shield to hide myself behind.” As Aizu moved off Nippy would look over everyone else before suddenly skipping after the purple humanoid. It was an unusual sight and also just a little jarring to see someone skip that fast. Pink curled tail bouncing behind them as they let out a giggle. “Well I won’t be leaving a witness statement, will I?” remarking to Aizu as they would follow close.
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Post by Belle on Jun 24, 2019 18:49:36 GMT -6
The big Arcosian didn’t seem upset with bumping into her, which reassured Belle a little. She managed what she could of a smile and tried to think of a good answer to his question while he dealt with the creepy one. He seemed pretty nice actually. She shook her head in response to his question, realizing a second later that he couldn’t see it because he wasn’t looking at her.
“Uh! No! Actually, I-”
Belle was interrupted by a tug on her sleeve and the sound of approaching sirens. Holding onto the big Arcosian’s tail as he started running, Belle hurried after him, having to fly just to keep up with his longer strides. Once he lifted off the ground, she had to put on some serious speed just to keep up, his tail slipping out of her hand. She definitely didn’t want to spend the night in jail. The Fleet’s jails weren’t nice at all. Unfortunately for her, the creepy Arcosian had followed along too. Belle landed next to the big Arcosian who had somehow shrunk and sidled up to him. She guessed that he had a bunch of different forms like Mister Lord Chill. The weird looking thing was asking him if he was kidnapping her. She didn’t think he was. This was nothing like those other times.
“Um… hi… I’m Belle? M-Mister Lord Chill is looking after me, so you don’t have to worry, okay? I know where he is, and, um, I could talk to him right now if I wanted to, so… It’s fine. Um. Why are we running again? Are we in trouble?”
Holding her tail in her hand, Belle fidgeted nervously. She didn't want to get a talking to from Mister Lord Chill. She was trying to be really good so that all of the Arcosians would like her. So far, they had all just given her weird looks. She didn't really have the courage to approach any. Her tail twitched anxiously in her hands. Mister Arcosian had actually been the first to outright approach her, so she really wanted to do a good job and maybe make a new friend or two. If she could. It was kind of lonely.
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Post by Branch on Jun 26, 2019 15:36:50 GMT -6
As Branch looked over the scene, the sound of far off sirens pierced through the air. "Agh my ears," Branch thought, turning to look toward their direction. As he did, the sound of rushing steps came from behind him. "Move it or lose it, huh? Anything is better than getting frisked by those whack jobs that call themselves a patrol." Branch turned once again to follow the commanding Arcosian, feeling as if he had seen him once before. "Wait, is that a Saiyan with him? Weird. A ...cat? No, another Arcosian...huh." He thought, attempting to keep pace with them. After the group ducked and weaved through the streets and alleyways, Branch followed them all the way to this strange junkyard area. After witnessing the large Arcosian morph into a smaller form, Branch shook his head. "I'll never get used to that," he whispered. He looked around at his surroundings, then to everyone that had gathered there. "It looks like we all had the same idea, I guess. So... should we all introduce ourselves now or just roll with it?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2019 13:04:18 GMT -6
Aizu flexed his fingers, getting accustomed to the restrictions of his weaker form as the others caught up. Belle had managed to keep pace remarkably well. The self-proclaimed super soldier was next to arrive, followed by the curious bucktoothed Arcosian who suddenly didn't seem so small to the Warmaster. Finally, the Namekian joined them, still seeming a little confused about the whole affair. They were an odd group, even by the standards of the alien cultural melting pot that was the Fleet.
Before he could say anything, the catlike creature spoke up, asking if Aizu was kidnapping the child and what his plan was.
"Truth be told I hadn't thought much about it," he admitted. "I was just curious to see a Saiyan here. Figured we should get clear before the whole sector gets locked down. Those Arcosians were bigshots in noble circles. That's trouble none of us need." The little girl spoke up then, introducing herself as Belle. That seemed likely enough but what she said next left Aizu lost for words. She was in the care of Chill himself, Executive Director of the World Trade Fleet. His mind reeled, wondering at how such an arrangement came to be and what Chill's interest in the child might be. He'd never struck Aizu as the sentimental type, but how well did he really know Chill? Then another thought occurred: If Chill thought they’d tried to kidnap her, that could present serious problems for the Warmaster. The Executive Director was well-known to be the strongest Arcosian in the Fleet by far. Only a few high-ranking military guys even came close. It seemed unwise to risk his ire. Aizu decided to clear up any possible misconception right then and there. He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion as he spoke to Belle, who stood clutching at her tail like some sort of comfort blanket.
“We’re out of trouble now. Those people I was fighting will round everyone up who saw it and take them away. That’s why we had to run. Don’t worry, if you need to get back to Mister Chill,” he paused for a moment, suppressing the urge to laugh at the pet name for their imperious leader. “We can take you back soon.” The Namekian spoke up next, wondering what their next move should be. It seemed an opportune moment to regain some control over the situation. “Introductions seem like a good idea,” Aizu said, straightening himself. Over the wall, the air filled with the hum of engines as a cargo hauler came in to land; forcing Aizu to raise his voice.
“The name’s Aizu, Warmaster of the Fleet,” he finished, spreading his hands and gesturing for the others to respond in kind. |
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