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Post by Gabu on Aug 29, 2019 7:22:47 GMT -6
The local bar of Froz was quite empty, in fact, it was so empty because of the recent events that had taken place with the saiyans and the demise of Lord Chill had quickly spread to its usual channels. The times for the Fleet faction was in utter shambles and several tears rain down his face as he sat there at the bar stool with a drink of vodka in hand and drinking. These were the depression times for Gabu and also the angered times. All he could think about was that Ramen character, who so easily defeated him in battle. Then, his flashback drifted to Vocado, the other scum that only had one arm and who had so easily bested him in a fight! Gabu had released a heavy sigh and the bartender took noticed and cleaned the counter near him.
After seeing how gloom and depressed he was, he knew that he had given his best in order to fight those guys. After all, Gabu was the only toad creature in that battle. The bartender gave him another drink on the house and Gabu took notice, giving the man a nod and continued to stare at the original glass that he had, which was now already empty.
"Perhaps Aizu... I should of died on that battlefield as well..."
He raised the new glass of vodka to the air, giving him a toast and a rest in peace nod, as he consumed the alcohol so quick that it was now gone in seconds.
"Hey bar-tender! Giv- e me another on!"
*Hic*
The bartender giving him another shot, and Gabu slamming his money on the counter. Before he could take the drink that he had paid for, he collapsed off the stool and just laid on the ground. Feeling so miserable like he had deserved it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2019 7:11:09 GMT -6
Another day, another lead. Aizu's hunt for the Fleet’s strongest had brought him back into the seedy underbelly of Froz City. This time, he was looking for Gabu, the Toad with whom he'd fought during the Saiyan attack. He was among their highest-rated fighters, worthy of a spot in any squad the Warmaster might think to assemble. After a bar had reported a little incident of public disorder and the high-ranking soldier at its heart, Aizu had come looking. He'd first met Gabu in a cage fight, on the underground fighting circuits there in Froz. He'd been impressive then, and despite his inability to fight Ramen at Chill's castle, Aizu could hardly judge him for it. Not one of them had been prepared for that battle.
His expression darkened as he thought again on their utter defeat, to say nothing of the looming threat of an invasion they had little chance of resisting by force of arms. His claws snipped at the air again, and his eyes darted to the prosthetic briefly. Passers-by on the street gave him a wide berth, shooting apprehensive looks at the hulking Warmaster and his power claw. Though he had quickly embraced the advantages of his new cybernetics, that particular quirk was slightly irksome. Unbidden, though usually when his mood was foul, the talons would snap open and shut, slicing at nothing. He didn't know much about cybernetics, but he hadn't expected to develop a nervous tic in the artificial appendage. He cast the thought from his mind as the bar he was looking for came into view.
Finally, Aizu stepped into the dingy little watering hole and looked around, silhouetted against the daylight streaming in from outside. It was almost entirely empty, save for one very concerned looking bartender, who looked wide-eyed, from Aizu to a figure groaning on the floor in front of the bartop. Aizu nodded at the bartender, before making his thudding, heavy-footed way towards the seemingly-incapacitated figure.
Moving aside a barstool, Aizu gazed down at Gabu with a half-amused, half-disapproving look plastered across his face. The Toad was out of it, staring at the ceiling through heavy-lidded eyes. Aizu grimaced, reaching down with his remaining organic hand and grabbing the collar of the mercenary's armor. With a grunt, he hoisted the Toad off the ground and hauled him to a booth in the corner. "You really need to learn your limits, friend," he said as he propped the Toad up against the cushioned seat. He turned to the bartender, who was still watching with some uncertainty. "A pot of strong black coffee, on my tab." He said, turning back to the Toad and seating himself at the table.
"Well, it's good to see you again Gabu," he said, lighting up a cigar. In the background the sounds of boiling water and clattering cutlery indicated the bartender working on the coffee. Blowing a haze of smoke into the ventilator, Aizu sat in silence for a moment, regarding the drunken Toad. "Chill is dead. Belle is gone. But we're not out of this yet," he paused for a moment as the bartender bustled over, pouring two mugs of steaming coffee for them and leaving the pot. "Now drink some damned coffee and snap yourself out of it. We need to talk."
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Gabu
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Post by Gabu on Sept 13, 2019 12:48:18 GMT -6
The drunk now one eyed toad looked like a wreck. First it was a blur, just who the hell was this massive figure that was grabbing him all of a sudden. He croaked to himself as his one eyed vision slowly began to make a face and the voice sounded very familiar.
"Aizu... you.."
His vision had return to him and he slightly smiled his way as they both now sat across the table from one another. He'd eye the drink for a brief moment, not remembering what Aizu had ordered them. Upon looking at the pot, the memory had come back, coffee. He took his sip and gagged a bit as he had forgotten how coffee had taste like. After being told about Chill being killed, which he didn't need to know since he figured as much. Then Belle had left, he shook his head in disappointment.
He sighed to himself briefly, letting out a chuckle afterwards and looking at Aizu with his one eyed stare.
"Aizu.. I don't have to tell you this but I might as well."
He took another sip and cleared his throat.
"Belle can't be trusted. She's a saiyan after all. No matter how much she cared for Lord Chill, she will eventually side with the saiyan kingdom. Now, this may not be the case for Belle. seeing as how she had spent some quality time with him however.."
He'd think about the army as a whole, he couldn't recall ever working with a saiyan at all within the fleet. He'd take another sip, now the cup was almost done.
"She's eight years old Aizu... young in age, her mind can still be manipulated, or rather, changed to the other side. I don't have to tell you this but.. she's growing stronger. She may one day be the death of us Warmaster Aizu. I don't want to be negative about all this. I want to be realistic about the situation. What are we going to do that Chill is now gone? The directors are worried, the entire army is in scrambles. We are having our own agents defect because of the current situation. The fleet is truly in shambles. What the fleet did to the saiyans to weaken their planet, sending them to Earth, killing their King.."
He heavily sigh to himself as he exhaled a ton of air before finishing his cup of coffee.
"Has only made them stronger."
He'd briefly slam his fist onto the table, catching the sight of other patrons nearby, even the bartender. Gabu had remained calm now, causing all of the other patrons and the bartender to ignore them. Gabu changing his tone of voice to more of a whisper.
"What are we going to do during our darkest time..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 14:51:26 GMT -6
Aizu sat quietly, puffing on his cigar occasionally as Gabu started to sober himself up with the bitter-tasting coffee. The mercenary toad went on to launch into his explanation of how Belle could not be fully trusted, purely based on her nature as a Saiyan. Aizu knew he would have agreed with that sentiment not so long ago, but things had changed. His burning hatred of the apes had cooled since he’d met the little girl. She was an innocent, totally lacking in the malicious savagery they’d been taught to expect from her race. He wondered for a moment if he was going soft, but Gabu went on, distracting him from such thoughts.
He babbled about the potential threat Belle might pose to them in the future. He spoke of the total shambles the Fleet had become of late, and the overwhelmingly dominant position the Saiyans were now in. He slammed a fist against the table in frustration, and Aizu’s hand quickly shot out to prevent his coffee spilling. The toad sat silent for a moment. When he spoke again in despairing, whispered tones; Aizu knew his comrade had already resigned himself to defeat. Unacceptable.
“Darkest time for who?” He said, a little anger in his voice as he raised his coffee mug, slugging back the entire thing in one go. The warmth of the liquid added to the growing fire of anger within him. “The Fleet?” He laughed bitterly.
“The Fleet is just our employer. A business. Chill might have tried to turn it into something more, but that dream died with him. None of the remaining directors have his power or his influence. There’s nobody waiting in the wings to save them and let’s face it: The Fleet just isn’t profitable anymore. Maybe it was a mistake to join them in the first place. Who trades in planets? It’s just asking for trouble.” He paused, pulling on his cigar and blowing the resulting cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.
“I’m not from Arcose. Never even heard of it til a couple of years ago. My clan were exiled centuries ago. We survived just fine without this dump to hide in.” He poured himself another coffee, topping up Gabu’s own mug while he was at it. He’d been keeping his thoughts on all this to himself for so long, but there was nobody left who could threaten him anymore. Why shouldn’t he speak his mind? “Half the people who live here are little more than slaves. They get paid just enough to afford their basic essentials, but the system will never let most of them leave or lift themselves out of poverty. The Fleet is a scheme for the nobles to get rich. Even we elite soldiers barely see a fraction of the profits they rake in. That seem right to you? We do all their dirty work for a pittance, swallow their lies and propaganda. Now we’re expected to just stand by them when they set us all in the path of an unstoppable war machine like the Saiyan Kingdom?” He leaned back in his chair, sipping on his coffee for a moment.
“To Hell with that,” he grunted. “The Fleet’s done none of us any good, and the Lords of Arcose - the only people who really benefited from any of this - won’t make any effort to change things. When the Saiyans come they’ll hide in the shadows or pledge their loyalty, and try their damnedest to hold onto whatever influence they can.” He puffed again on his cigar, leaning towards Gabu and lowering his voice conspiratorially.
“I’m working on a plan that’s gonna get us out of this mess. A clean slate, a new business venture without the Fleet’s ridiculous ideals. Interested?”
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