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| Topic Started: Aug 22 2016, 03:25 PM (465 Views) | |
| Old Frieza | Aug 22 2016, 03:25 PM Post #1 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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Two Weeks Ago, on planet Frieza "I need you to go to Earth to continue this investigation. It would be far too dangerous to send you to planet Vegeta to find a medium in all this diplomacy, and there are several other tasks you can perform while on that planet." Lord Frost said, eyes cast down from his throne at the Cold Clan Prince. Cooler nodded, and knew that to question this decision was a foolish one. Rather, he just waited for the leader of the planet trade organization to continue his orders in full. If there was multiple objectives for Cooler to complete while he was on the planet of Earth, he was likely going to be staying there for several months. That seemed to be the trend with his missions; go to a planet, hang out for a few months and do Frost's bidding, then return immediately when called upon. Arlia had been his last mission, and was a near great success until the last few months, when Lord Beerus the god of destruction stole his title of champion. Frost turned to his guards that were waiting at the palace entrance, and motioned them away. The two towering alien's nodded, and took several paces outside the large archway and fadded away into the blinding sunlight beyond. "Now Cooler, you need to know that the planet Earth is not our friend exactly. It is sayian controlled, and before that it was protected by the avalonian's. And while our Empire does not exactly have any friends, it would be different if were any one but the Saiyan's and I wouldn't have to send you personally. But, what with the Red Archive being guarded by their Empire on Arlia, and the treaty after the war, we need someone who has dealt in both politics and diplomacy to take this on..." Frost then floated way from his throne, and over towards the door to the right. Cooler had been through this door before, it was Lord Frost's personal briefing room. Inside there was a large computer screen, and several science looking people tinkering with the buttons on it. On the monitor, was nine Namekian pictures. Each namekian was dressed in different colors, but of similar garb. Although their skin tones were barely different shades, they were all shades of green with antennae sticking from their foreheads. The prince didn't realize that all Namekians had profiles on them monitored by the planet trade organization. Frost motioned to the screen. "Your first order of business is to capture these Namekian rebels alive. Now these are not friends to the Saiyans, the Planet Trade, or even Nameks own people. They were infected with some type of strange energy, that caused their ki to turn dark and almost sinister. I need to have you figure out why, and how." "Secondly, the Red Archive business. I have tried to contact both Prince and King Vegeta, and hopefully you will be notified when you can meet with one of their ambassadors to talk about a way we can both enter the Red Archive and get that cloning information. Leave immediately" And with that, Cooler had left the palace and the planet, by heading west from the capital city to his giant space ship. The behemoth ship was nearly the size of a small village, and acted like one too. Within its metal walls were housed almost seventy of his own soldiers, his personal militia that traveled with him every where he went. Many times, the ship was seen as an invasion, which is why he was always careful to announce his travels a week before he left. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His eyes cast around the strange blue sky, seeing nothing too note worthy. He had just left Lord Beerus' company and was headed towards that strange island with all of the strong fighters on it. Although he had only been on Earth for a few days, this place had interested him immediately when he had soared near it. His scouter had gone off like an alarm, and the powers of the people on that one concentration of sand were equal to that of one PTO elite squadron. The Praetor needed to know why. Only a few minutes later, he came into view of the small island. There was a house in the middle, painted a flamboyant pink with the word "Kame" on the side. Nearly a dozen people were sparring or training around the tiny island, but as Cooler flew closer they all stopped to look at him. When his features were visible, many of their power's spiked on his scouter. "Interesting." By the time he had landed on the sands by slowly lowering him self, every fighter was facing him with a serious expression. He knew his race was not welcomed on this planet, but damn! A few of the fighers had tails, which was no surprise, however a few of them had different features then a saiyan would. Natives to the planet no doubt. Cooler waited for the first person to speak. 823 Words |
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| Zain | Aug 22 2016, 10:34 PM Post #2 |
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Zain stepped out in front of the crowd and stepped forward and said "Hey, quiet guy. You gonna say something or are you gonna say something? You cant just stop by someone's place with out saying something like 'hello' , because that's just rude."Zain was wearing is casual shorts, hoodie, and sneakers at the moment of this encounter "You do realize that your talking to a changeling, right? Just sense him out so I can see what we're dealing with." Malum, a dark spirit that inhabits Zain along with a dark liquid that's similar to ki, said. Zain sighed as he focused on the Changeling that stood ahead of him. "Hmmm..... Well, he's definitely no grunt. But he does seam to be one of the tougher ones." Zain wasn't really all that surprised by the power signature, its always possible that there are tons of people much more powerful than the fighters he meets. "Look I'm only visiting myself. So if you don't mind explaining yourself, we can go on with our lives." Even though Zain was fourteen years old, he still seemed as busy as an adult and as eager as a child. "Then again, what is a Changeling doing on earth? Becareful, he might be here for you. You are on the run from the Saiyan still, right?" Zain scratched the place where his tail once was. He stopped his reminiscing and focused back to the Changeling as he waited for an answer. ((WC: 245/245)) |
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| Old Frieza | Aug 23 2016, 01:08 AM Post #3 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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| Zain | Aug 23 2016, 02:27 AM Post #4 |
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Zain sighed as he said, "First of all 'Prince Cooler', this is no place for mercenaries. This is a place of learning and students who train under a single master. Second, Just tell me why your here alright. If your here on peaceful terms then it shouldn't be a problem." Zain remained focused on Cooler as he continued, "Dude, stop. You don't know what your getting your self into. If he finds out about your little desertion then he'll fry us as if we were fast food! We don't want a army on our ass! It's hard enough dodging your clan already!" Malum warned. "He he. Great, now I'm being rude. My name is Zain, a previous student here on Kame Island.". "Zain... What did i just say? Idiot." Zain scratched his head in response to Malum. "So, what will it be then?" "Well nice knowing ya world! Let it be known That I died from Zain's idiot ideas!" Malum is now starting to get on Zain's nerves, but he's trying to hide it to the best of his abilities. It isn't easy trying to listen to someones rants and complaints for months on end. Harder if that someone is literally in you and has access to a power that they cant control. ((WC: 213/458)) |
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| Old Frieza | Sep 6 2016, 05:04 PM Post #5 |
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PTO Praetor // Cold Clan Heir
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