Records of the Last Remnant Oct 12, 2019 13:31:01 GMT -6
Post by Brok Gorlick on Oct 12, 2019 13:31:01 GMT -6
NAME: Brok Gorlick
ALIASES: The Last Remnant
STARTING PLANET: Knutts
After the destruction of Ecora, all of his limbs bar his right arm were replaced with rough mechanical prosthetics. In addition, a metal plate covers the left side of his head.
Waiting on art
To understand the story of Brok Gorlick, one first has to return to a time one hundred years ago, when the Sayian Kingdom was newly reformed. As power was passed from the legendary Zucceta to the equally as legendary Habana, there were some that were less then pleased with the transition. To put it bluntly, several decently powerful middle-class Sayians were sick and tired of the constant changes in power, tired of the constant fight to keep Vegeta secure for a select few that increasingly seemed less concerned with their own people and more concerned with preserving the peace of peoples that were, in their eyes, less then important.
The final straw was during an abortive assault on the Namekian Warlord Xylo’s stronghold, supported by many powerful Sayian warriors and the legendary Zucceta herself! However, despite the Sayians possessing every possible advantage of numbers, firepower and tactics, they still backed off, mostly for the death of a single fool! They even dared bargain with the Namekian that’s forces had claimed so many lives!
Mere days after the announcement, dozens of disaffected Sayians simply abandoned Vegeta, flying off to space unknown and uncharted, determined to build a life out from under the thumb of an hypocritical, nonsensical, powerful few.
Long months passed slowly in the depths of cryostasis, as an armada of spacepods drifted through the void in search of a suitable world. The odds were a million to one: there must be thousands upon thousands of planets unsuitable for the warrior race, and perhaps only a handful that would be acceptable. The Sayians had planned for this and had set the powerful onboard computer systems of their pods to chart the best possible course towards the most suitable seeming of fringe worlds. However, it was by the merest stroke of fate that the flotilla managed to chance upon exactly what they were searching for: a perfect Gaia world.
Years passed quickly as the warrior race expanded rapidly across the planet. The original one thousand inhabitants grew and multiplied, until the newly named Ecora was positively teeming with a new generation of warriors and dozens of glittering cities to match! The planet quickly gained a reputation as a bastion of civilization on the galactic fringe, as the numerous powerful warriors on-planet allowed for great security in an otherwise hostile sector of space. The Sayians hired themselves out as mercenaries and bodyguards, all working to make the colony prosper and grow!
Brok Gorlick was born as a third son to two extremely influential members of the Ecoran government: his father, Maizon, a high ranking general in charge of the planet’s defenses, and his mother, Carole, the head of Ecora’s Ministry of Diplomacy. Both Sayians were well-respected among their contemporaries, and their brood of children likewise grew up in rather luxurious surroundings for children growing up on the very fringe of the galaxy. While his parents tried to be there for their children, their weighty duties often drew them away from their offspring, leaving them in the care of a succession of caretakers and teachers.
A naturally solemn child, Brok grew bored of the childish fights his brothers and sisters found so amusing, and almost immediately grew enamored with the echoing marble halls of the Ecoran Senate, staring with childish wonder at the massive assembly hall and the powerful men and women who strolled through its corridors. The Sayian child practically begged his mother to take him with her at every infrequent opportunity, loving the cool efficiency of the place, the overpowering feeling of duty that permeated every nook and crevice. It got to a point where the three-year-old Brok was banned from returning without legitimate cause, so often were his visits.
However, what said ban didn’t consider was the legendary Gorlick stubbornness, passed down throughout the generations from father to son. When Brok found out that he was no longer welcome as an outsider, he simply became determined to be welcome as a member. Therefore, as the Gorlick children entered the Academy, Brok was by far the best, not because he was the strongest, smartest or skilled, and certainly was not some legendary prodigy. He simply worked the hardest, and by the time he was sixteen years of age, that stubborn determination had paid dividends as he graduated as the top of his class.
Over the next several years Brok furthered his dream of a political career, bolstering both his strength and mind as he ardently pursued his goal.
Then, in his 25th year, it finally happened. On the surface, it wasn’t much: Carole’s office had simply accepted him in a minor post as a diplomat, but to the young Sayian it was everything he had ever dreamed of. He walked into the Ministry of Diplomacy with a smile on his face and embraced his proud mother.
It was perhaps that very action that saved him.
Unbeknownst to the mother and son, Ecora’s doom was already sealed. A freak meteor storm swarmed the planet in seconds, and many of the projectiles were already falling towards the world’s surface. The defense force of Ecora tried their best, unleashing everything in near-suicidal blasts in order to stop the incoming meteors. However, there were simply too many, and the brave warriors were simply vaporized as the projectiles smashed against the surface, unleashing explosions that killed almost every single person on the planet, turning it into a barren wasteland.
Carole only had seconds as she saw the first explosion in the corner of her eye, felt the first surge of otherworldy heat wash over her. In her dying act, the Sayian woman used every drop of her ki to erect a shield around her son, shielding him from most of the blast even as she perished.
Brok felt a pain unlike anything he had every known. The barrier protected him from the worst of the blast, but even it couldn’t stand forever. He was thrown from the building, flying for miles until he sank below the waves of a nearby sea, critically injured and on the very cusp of death.
By sheer chance, a group of roaming slavers was in the system to witness Ecora’s final death, and, once the aftermath had cooled down somewhat, descended to the planet to search for loot. Instead, they stumbled across one of the last of the Ecorans, lying at the bottom of a vaporized sea, still somehow clinging on to life. The leader smiled; they had found their prize.
Brok was rebuilt, mechanical limbs replacing those that had burned away, artificial organs to augment those that were damaged. Brok was put into fighting rings on forgotten worlds on the fringe of space, forced to fight to the death to survive another day. The Sayian fought back, he was, after all, first and foremost a political idealist, and only really had trained due to the fact it was expected of him. He didn’t want to even hurt anyone! His slavers were unamused, and regularly beat him into the ground for his disobedience. Nevertheless, Brok still fought on, refusing to eat, to fight, just sitting in his cell for days while his captors stewed in silence.
Eventually, the slavers had had enough. They drugged their captive, strapped him to a surgical table and installed an experimental combat implant, one that was said to boost the receiver’s aggression by a factor of ten. When the former Ecoran awoke the next time in the combat cage, his opponent was annihilated in a brutally one-sided bout that left him dead within seconds. Never before had Brok felt so free of restraint, so powerful!
For months he was pitted against everything from Arcosians to aliens of unknown descriptions, tearing them all asunder in pursuit of the same thrill that was seemingly his only release. Eventually, it got to the point where he had one so many battles and defeated so many opponents that his captors were forced to release him according to their own rules. Unsure of what to do next, Brok wandered the galaxy, eventually hearing rumors of interesting developments on Knutts……..