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The Reconstruction; A Personal Roleplay (III Parts)
Topic Started: Mar 20 2007, 10:52 AM (157 Views)
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Part I: A History of Violence

In the Drexel University office of Dr. Stephen Sails, the acclaimed professor sits behind his desk tense and ready with his fingers resting prepared on his computer’s keyboard.

So, Mr. Brocco, it is so nice of you to aid me today by taking a break from your training with Mr. Roshi.

Master.

What?

Master Roshi.

Oh right, of course, Master Roshi. Yes, well, we here in the department are all very excited about this opportunity. It’s not everyday that we get to talk to a Saiyan from 100 years in the past (*See Earth: Brocco, An Introduction 2.28.07).

Just tell me what you want to know. I wouldn’t even be here if the master wasn’t focing me to.

Oh, well, I will try to make this as painless as possible for you.

Doubtful.

Well then, uh, I suppose that most presently we would like to know a little something about the Saiyan Civil War that has records of occurring over 112 years ago. Me and my research team like to consider ourselves experts on the history of Vegeta and yet we still have many questions concerning this particular event. Upon analysis we have been unable to find a cause behind the battles that endured during this time. Nearly 40% of the Saiyan population just disappears during this period. I was wondering if perhaps maybe you could shine some light on this incident.

Shine some light on war? What a naïve concept. Why? Why do study the Saiyan past? Do you enjoy dwindling in the pain of history?

Well, uh, no. I do it to spread a general knowledge. I do it to educate the world.

Who? Who wants to learn about the destruction of an entire people? What’s the point?

Dr. Sails just stared at Brocco blankly, his face frozen. He then thought to himself as he stared into the enraged face of the Saiyan.

{This is remarkable, a Saiyan with so much rage, so much anger, and yet…with a conscious? One that he may not even be aware of. I see now why Master Roshi was so insistent on him coming here.}

Well then Brocco is it?

You don’t need to know my name, just my story, right?

Yes, yes, I suppose you’re right.

You want to know the war of the Saiyans, a Civil War as you call it. But it was not a war. It was never a war. It was purification.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For less than a decade the Arconians had been at our planet, working and training with us Saiyans in order to make us the perfect warrior breed. We were to be the supreme race that they would use to conquer countless planets in order to then sell them for profit. We Saiyans didn’t mind the work, it suited us well. But as time continued there were those who feared the change. They feared the technology and power that the Arconians were able to bring to use. They wanted us to return to our Dark Age, back when we were nothing but barbarians fighting just to stay alive. But the role of the Saiyan warrior had to change, and any who opposed this progress had to destroyed.
Sides were quickly chosen and fighting was almost immediate. The Arconians led the Saiyan who were loyal with the aid of their strong technologies and techniques. Nearly 80% of the people eventually were shown the light and convinced to join with these alien protectors. Those who opposed were hunted and killed. This war, as you call it, continued for 8 years. Renegade numbers varied with time, but it did not take long for their forces to become nothing more than a shamble of their once challenging power.
Perhaps the most regrettable part was that these warriors mainly consisted of our races most mighty and veteran soldiers. They were heroes to each of us but their devotion to the ways of the past was too much to be excused. Even I myself was forced to kill a man I too had learned to respect. He called himself Darkin.
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Wait a minute. You were the one who killed the rebel leader Darkin?

It was my right to kill him. He was my father.
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It was at the final battle for Vegeta that the great Darkin fell. His forces at diminished to a mere 500,000; he, however, stood against millions. And yet despite the odds it was Darkin who posed the proclamation for battle. We met in the Valley of the Mist.
The rebel forces had done a good job of securing themselves in the valley before our forces had arrived. We had expected this tactic but it would not make a difference. We had faith in our numbers.
Upon arrival our forces surrounded the valley. We encircled the entire perimeter with our warriors. Then at the signal of a flare, we flooded into the valley like a merciless wave of power. There was then an explosion.
From my place in the ranks I can remember feeling the heat before I even saw the attack. The ground ahead of me erupted in flames and bodies of those in the first line were hurled into the air. If it had not been for the protection of their Arconian armor each of us would have been caught in a downfall of their dismembered limbs and blood. And as we dove past fire we saw the original of its source. Standing in the shade of the mist, the enemy confronted us. They were ready for us, and they looked terrifying.
Stripped of their armor each of them was warning nothing but a jumpsuit, it was a mockery of our own alien technology. They each were painted with soils of the planet. It was like charging into the heart of Hell with a choir of demons there to welcome you into their arms. When our forces collided the entire planet shook.
Both sides fought viciously in the fog. Both were merciless, lashing out in the mist and striking whoever dare come close. Fist struck fist and fire struck fire. Screams of both anger and pain quickly became the anthem of our battle. Countless Saiyan warriors cried out then as they feel at the hands of their brethren. What would be described as the final battle of our 8 year feud had just begun.
I can remember most clearly the chaos that then followed. As I battled through the enemy it did not take long before I was lost amongst the carnage. My firsts quickly became smothered in blood and my face stained with ash. Sweat rolled down my flesh and was evaporated by the heat of the fray. The ground beneath my feet became like a river as it melted from the never-ceasing barrage of energy blasts that were striking it. All soldiers became nothing more than silhouettes in the proceeding smoke.
As we shadows battled I then felt heat like a razor strike my back. The force propelled me into the air until my body crashed into the blunt side of a protruding boulder. My body froze with pain as I fell to the ground with a thud. After resting for only a moment my arms stiffened and I pulled myself from the hard surface of the planet. Crouching I prepared to once again entire the fray, but as I looked upon the battlefield my heart went from being a pit of fire to cooling sharply into a lump of frozen satisfaction. And the more I stared at the battle before me, the more the feeling grew. For in front of me I stood and watched as my Saiyan brothers fought not with their enemies but instead with each other. Arconian supporters tore at their fellow allies as Darkin’s rebels ripped one another apart. What had once been a battle had become nothing more than free-willed slaughter.
But in a battle such as this one does not have long to reflect. Slow to react, a figure then approached from behind me and after landing an elbow square into the nap of my neck stood over me as I lay on the ground. Knowing that my life was on the line I then rolled quickly and brought my foot into my attackers gut sending him flying backward into the same boulder that I previously had collided with. Leaping up I then charged this shadow in the mist and raising up my open palm held to his chest ready to blast a ball of ki through his body. But in that last moment something stopped me for a moment.

Brocco?

Looking up into the face of my attacker I noted the identity of my attacker, Darkin, my father. The two of us then stood there for a moment as the battle raged on around us. We were like statues. One, myself, with his gray skin and foreign armor to protect him ready to make the final kill. The other, my father, with his pitch-black flesh that had been blemished by numerous scars and flesh wounds, ready to die. Without another word I then let the ki within escape through my hand. Even the boulder was vaporized by the blast.
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It was not long then before the battle ended.

This is remarkable. For centuries there has been much mystery concerning the death of Darkin, the rebel leader, and now thanks to you we finally know the answer.

Is that all?

Well, uh, no. I mean, if you are willing to stay there is probably so much you could tell us about. Your expertise after all is one-of-a-kind.

Maybe another day, Doc. I was told to retell one story and that’s what you got, one story.

I suppose, but however-

Before Dr. Sails can even finish his sentence Brocco is then up out of his seat and walking out the door. Defeated, the professor slouches down in his seat staring at his computer screen. A small smirk then comes to his face.

Amazing.
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Part II: A Plea Reversed

{But not true}

Brocco thinks to himself as he exits the university’s main doors and leaps down the stairs. The Saiyan then rounds the corner stepping onto the sidewalk and starts to make his way down the street. Low and to himself the Saiyan then speaks.

Roshi better start working extra hard for me now. That one took a lot out of me.

Strolling up to a side alley with his head down Brocco then prepares himself to leap up and soar into the sky. But then he hears a hushed woman’s voice nearby.

Help!

Slowing approaching the alleyway Brocco then peers his head over the corner. Standing pressed up against a wall he then sees a young college girl being assaulted by a man holding a knife at her throat. Stepping into plain view Brocco then stands at one end of the side street watching the scene play out. With eyes full of hopelessness the woman then turns and sees Brocco standing there with the sun at his back and hands at his side. Following the woman’s gaze, the assailant too notices Brocco and immediately becomes defensive.

Get out of here or I’ll hurt her, okay? Besides this woman owes me money and I mean to get it!

Staring at the bug-eyed assailant and the horrified face of the woman, Brocco without the slightest hesitation turns away and continues down the sidewalk.
As he strolls away Brocco can then hear the sound of mild shuffling. With his head lowered once more his mind begins to race.

{This is how things should be, the strong survive and the weak fall. It is only right. It is the Saiyan way.}

With a flash a memory then comes flooding back to Brocco forcing him to stop walking and relive the developing thought.

{I did not tell that doctor the truth.}
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I stood there, back on the battlefield, with my hand at my father’s chest ready to kill him and end the bloody war. I was ready to kill this man who had forgotten me as a child and left me to become nothing more a soldier. He had left me to become nothing more than murderer of words. But as I stood there I never did kill my father. Darkin did not die that day.
The truth is he had already sustained a near lethal wound to the side before he even attacked me. As he stood helpless against the rock I noticed as the blood poured down his side. The sight of me, in addition to the pain that, he must of felt was too much. Darkin then collapsed into my arms. With a head full of emotions I then kneeled down and held my father’s motionless body protecting it from the dangerous that encircled it. Weary from battle but determined for action, I then heaved my father’s body over my shoulder and began to carry him away to safety.
The journey was difficult. At every turn there was some new foe waiting to stop me from transporting the body of my father. To insure both my identity and the location of my father, I was forced to kill every one of them. Eventually, however, I did manage to pull the both of us out of the Valley of the Mist and onto the deserted surrounding plains.
Exhausted, I then made my way to a nearby a docking depot of ships and stealth-fully snuck into the installation. It was here that I was able to lower the injured Darkin into a space pod sealing the door. Without the slightest idea of how to operate the machinery, however, I was left it up to fate to plan his destination. Pushing the launch button I then dove out of the way and from my place on the ground watched as the vessel jetted into the sky. I never saw my father again.
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HELP!

Again the woman screams and this time Brocco can no longer ignore her pain. Spinning sharply on his heels Brocco bounds back to the alley’s edge to aid the victim. What Brocco seems freezes his powerful body.
Laying at the foot of the Saiyan’s shadow is the woman hunched over and lifeless. After slowly approaching her Brocco then kneels down and inspects her body. Taking her up in his arms he can feel that she is still warm. With her form limb in his lap, Brocco then feels an eruption of sorrow from within himself. It is an explosion that had been building since his very birth.

NO!

Windows shatter for a two square blocks and cement rattles splitting in half as the Saiyan yells out in fury.

Galad! What have you done!? What is this time!? The people here are both as innocent as snow but also as vile as soot! Only my own soul has ever been so cruel! How many more people have to die because of my actions!? How many people do I have to kill to be satisfied!?

Lowering his head, Brocco’s perspiration-covered hair falls down before his face. Shuttering with emotion, Brocco then slowly lowers the body of the woman to the ground. Rising him the Saiyan then stands over her still shaking uncontrollably.

I will make this right. I promise you, your death will not be in vain. I will make this right.

With a rush of wind Brocco then leaps up into the air and soars away into the sky. The body of the young college girl is left alone then as a security guard rounds the corner noticing it.
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Part III: The Breaking Point

After streaking among the clouds at an impeccable speed Brocco finally makes it back to Master Roshi’s island and lands on the sand. Still grim and stricken with grief, Brocco turns his back on his master then as he approaches.

Brocco! Brocco! I’ll take it the session with Dr. Sails didn’t go so well. What am I going to do with you, uh? I assign you one simple task and you go off-

Where is Android #13?

13?

Yes. I do not sense him anywhere. Where is he!?

Dead.

What!?

He was killed yesterday while you were away.

By who!? How could this happen!?

It was an accident, of sorts. I am very sorry Brocco, I know how much respect you have for him.

Who? Who did it?

I can not tell you?

Why not!?

Because he is one of my students, that why!

You would train a murder!?

I train you don’t I!?

The conversion dies with a violent and sudden stop. Turning away furiously Brocco then makes his trek to the other end of the island with Roshi trailing him. Stern faced and determined Brocco then begins to gather up the materials for his space ship into his arms.

And where are you going?

I have had enough. I have learned everything I need to know from you.

Not everything. Nobody knows everything that I have to teach.

You are useless to me old man. Go away.

Well then, where are you going to go, uh? You big hairy ape!

Away. Some place far away. I’ve had enough of this planet and of this time.

So you’re running away? I thought that true Saiyans never run away.

Maybe I’m not a Saiyan then.

Gathering up the last of his building supplies Brocco then turned his back once more on Master Roshi and pushed off the ground. Climbing into the sky it was not long before Brocco was lost from sight leaving the elderly Roshi alone on the beach looking up after him.

Good bye Saiyan. May you one day find what you are looking for.
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