Proprietary Activities [Open] Jul 7, 2020 1:06:25 GMT -6
Post by Ticoga on Jul 7, 2020 1:06:25 GMT -6
The silence of space could be considered a haven for those seeking freedom from the near constant state of war the galaxy seems to endure through. For a select few groups, even here, in the veritable corpses of starships left behind to drift through space have become a new home. But recently, even this quiet refuge that pirates, smugglers, and refugees alike has been disturbed.
As if to accentuate this broken peace, a series of detonations roll across the surface of a massive warship that had in time past been somehow sheared in half. The detonations tear giant holes through the hull, the flames instantly dissipating in the cold vacuum of space. Bodies filter through the holes, expressions of terror etched across their features. Still more destruction is wrought within the gigantic debris. Within the otherwise clean halls, humanoid aliens fall back as they continue to fire on a figure hidden in a harsh smoke. Flames lick the walls all along the long hallway, desperately trying to feed on something, anything, to fuel their blaze.
"Don't let up! Keep firing!!" a pink, lizard-like being shouts to the various other beings. But panic was beginning to settle in their chests. Even as the alien called for calm and resistance, a small crimson ball rockets towards them from the smoke. Those caught in the blast are vaporized, never knowing what happened. Others are grievously injured, forcing some to be left behind at the intruder's advance and mercy. "ARGH!! D-Damn it..!!"
The lizard man groans as it tries to stand, favoring its left side. Sliding up the wall, the being's eyes snap wide as a figure approaches. Ignoring its still bleeding wounds, the lizard man scoops up its energy rifle, and pours round after round at the intruder, but the bolts only seem to bounce off the being's skin and armor. A crimson tail shoots forward, wrapping itself around the lizard man's neck in an instant. Struggling against the suffocating strength of the ever constricting prehensile tail, the lizard man pulls at it, trying to breath the artificial air. A crimson-skinned Arcosian steps under the flickering broken light fixture, setting its devilish eyes on the being in its grasp.
"You know, not one of you pirate groups has been very accommodating." the Arcosian says in a conversational tone. "I've been quite polite to the lot of you, and yet every time I turn my eyes away, someone is trying to stab me in the back, so to speak."
Ticoga glances at a thick glass view port, and then back at the suffocating alien in his grasp. Shrugging, Ticoga's tail whips around, slinging the alien against the glass. The glass gives way under the impact, and the hallway begins to hemorrhage the artificial air and those unlucky enough to still be within the hall out into the vast darkness beyond. Ticoga only needs brace himself - he has no need to breath - and continues forward. Originally, he had come to this broken vessel looking for information. Specifically, he wanted to know what happened to those others who served the Arcosians when the Saiyans conquered his homeworld. Surely, not all had fallen in line.
Ironically, Ticoga himself held no adverse feelings towards the Saiyan Kingdom. He had been there when the World Trade Fleet attacked Vegeta, and he had been there when the Saiyans finally returned the favor in kind. Such was the way of things. But he himself found his life... without a particular purpose. He had served as more of a logistician, whilst his more violent cousin had headed an ill fated attempt to take control of the Fleet a few years ago. But now that cousin had vanished without a trace - but Ticoga knew better. He most likely fell ill of his own vile plotting. A fate that Ticoga had no desire to share.
Ticoga marches onward, coming up to a blast door that had closed in response to the sudden venting of atmosphere.
"Well, I have to give them credit. Leave it to pirates to take a dilapidated husk and make it work again." Ticoga muses, smirking to himself. He raises a palm, but hesitates. The last pirate base he raided had children and such - making his work more difficult. Unlike his cousin, Ticoga didn't consider himself a total monster - if they hadn't wronged him, they needn't die. Pondering this, Ticoga doubles back, making his way through the vessel until he finds another way into the interior.
It was a grim walk - those that hadn't been outright vaporized or been vaulted into space littered the halls and rooms. Anyone that took a shot at Ticoga were subsequently killed. Those that cowered from him were still hiding, intentionally left alone. But even as he walks, ever so casually as though on a stroll, Ticoga can't help but think about that message he'd heard a day or so ago - a static laced video of the Saiyan Queen... what was her name... Kayen? Her declaration of intent to hunt down her former servants, that wild look in her good eye... It took little imagination to understand how the Saiyans got the gall to attack Arcose.
It had only recently occurred to him that his less than subtle movements through this region may attract attention. But he would deal with that when it came, and after nearly a week of uninhibited assaults against the pirates in this sector of space, he was getting complacent. He had tried to do things nicely, but it always ended with the pirates trying to get a jump on him. They either wanted what few things he possessed, or they bore some grudge against the Arcosian people, or more likely against the now defunct World Trade Fleet.
In this case, he arrived aboard this base, interested only in asking about the message sent out by the Saiyan Queen, and if any of those she spoke of had been seen recently. But his mere appearance more often than not led to getting shot at, and he was finally fed up with the whole nonsense. He could have simply left, but he couldn't risk having it reported back to Arcose - he left his post unannounced, after all.
Eventually, Ticoga finds himself once more in a hanger - this area had been converted into a makeshift port, given its massive open space - though bodies here were, as elsewhere throughout the derelict ship, strewn about haphazardly. He could have just destroyed the energy field separating space from the port, but again, children and unaffiliated travelers were present. Cruelty was not particularly in his nature, but retribution certainly held a strong facet of his character.
The Arcosian leaps down over a railing and lands on the metal floor nearly a hundred feet below, and takes a moment to observe the damage he had caused. Many of the smaller ships were gone - likely the travelers and merchants. He had made a point not to harm those unaffiliated with the pirates, so that came as no surprise.
"Perhaps I've done enough..." Ticoga surmises out loud. He mulls this over quietly, slowly walking through the still burning wreckage of various cargo holds and freighters. There was still time to leave.