You are summoned to Frost's headquarters and told that there's a rebellion going on within the Planet Trade Organization. Frost orders you to root out those rebels and make them vanish at any means necessary. If you succeed, you'll be promoted to Brute.
Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 Rp Credits
Bonus: +10 all stats, and your PTO Emblem becomes PTO Brute's Emblem changing your rank to Brute - While in your inventory increases any training by +2 charisma. Increases your charisma by +50 in battle, or 2% whichever is higher. At the rank of Brute, you may purchase one of two henchmen beyond the normal limit (not at the same time, but through the course of the RPG). Officers receive one additional action their first two posts of battle. Increases the benefits of PTO equipment by +25%.
Requirements: Must have the rank of PTO Bruiser.
Last Edit: Nov 21, 2020 21:59:48 GMT -5 by Deleted
When Chilled arrived at the industrial sector of Shimo city, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The atmosphere was strange in this area; there were far too many soldiers lingering around. Men were gathered in small groups of 3-4 and heavily armed with the latest technology available. Chilled couldn't make sense out of the city lords request for additional troops when they were nearly as fortified as the capital already. His scouter even reported that the average power level of this makeshift militia was double that of the guards they brought along as an escort.
With the convoy's entourage free to do as they pleased, Chilled contacted his minions Cabira and Toobi, with a request for any information they had gathered since they arrived at Shimo city. They sent the files to his scouter, which the Changeling scrolled through discreetly using experimental thought processing technology to remain hands-free as he followed along with the city lord and expedition leader to the office complex. The city lord was carrying an odd amount of sweat above his brow, and although hesitant to allow Chilled to accompany them during their discussion, he seemed too nervous to refuse the Changeling's request.
The security detail inside the office building was equally as formidable as it was outside, with several armed guards patrolling the halls everywhere they went. Several guards were present even inside the large room where their discussion was to take place. The room itself was almost empty with oversized windows lining two walls, giving them a spectacular view of the city from above. The only furniture was a large round that table occupied most of the room's center, surrounded by multiple chairs.
Chilled positioned himself at the head of the table without concern for how their host had felt. The city lords strange behavior continued as he didn't utter a single word of objection. Instead, he just smiled and took a seat on the left side of the table, while the expedition leader sat on the right.
"Quite the impressive amount of security you have here for a mere production facility in a small city like this." Chilled's expression was annoyed as he gestured with his hand to the soldiers that stood guard on either side of the door. He was committed to finding out exactly what was going on here and how it could work in his favor. The city lord seemed to be quite anxious by their presence within the city.
"O-oh, y-yes. You're right," replied the city lord, clearly flustered by his statement. "U-um, who are you exactly and w-why are you here?" The city lord loosened his tie and unfastened the first few buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest. It was painfully obvious now that the caravan's arrival to Shimo was unexpected.
"Forgive me, I nearly forgot to introduce myself," said Chilled before letting out a soft chuckle. "You may address me as Lord Chilled. The reason for my visit, well - that should be obvious. We have some business to discuss, of course."
Farrow had returned to the capital to see Kuriza and the others had not made it back from their last mission, only a few of the Blood Brother recruits remained at the dojo. Farrow decided he could go get some rest before everyone arrived back. A short walk to the barracks and Farrow arrived to his bed. It wouldn't be long before Kuriza would move up in rank. When he does, Farrow was selected to take his place. Farrow walked to the small dresser beside his bed to see a note. It was from Kuriza, sealed with a Blood Brothers wax stamp. Farrow rubbed his fingers across the mold, two snakes entangled together around a dagger. Breaking the seal, Farrow pulled the letter out and begin to read.
My last mission has taken me to a city in the northern regions, Shimo. I am with Fasha, and a very interesting guest. A changeling like myself, too much like myself. I believe he has plans beyond what one may see. Plans i believe that would help us in the long run. However I do not seem to hold enough leverage to persuade him with my own tongue. Force is not an option either, I need him to WANT to use me. Now I know that may place us in a rather unpleasant, situation. It ensures an ally in the future. I am writing this from Shimo, I am on my way out on a lead. I believe I've gotten word of something that may come to be useful later. I need you to go to Shimo and secure us in legislation. Sage is there, he's already doing his part the rest is up to you.
Your eternal Lord Kuriza."
Farrow finished reading the letter. He placed on his dresser and put his hand over it. The note had started to burn with a small blue flame. The letter quickly turned to ash. Farrow blew the ashes off the dresser and walked out the door. "Hey you!" He said as he walked passed a group of recruits. "Whos detail was it to clean the dorms? Farrow asked with a stern look on his face. One of the recruits raised his hand. "Is this a joke or something. I come back to my bed and it looked as though it hadn't be dusted for weeks, upon closer inspection, it seems as though someone played a prank on me and put ashes all over my bed. Any idea how that may have happened? Farrow had spent so much time with Kuriza he began to give off his aura. The recruit nervously looked at him before he responded. "I have no idea sir, but it is my detail. I take responsibility." Farrow smiled as he looked at his recruit. "Good, now clean it, all of you top to bottom. The whole barracks, Do i make myself clear. The recruits all stood at attention and saluted. "Sir, yes sir!" They said at once jogging to complete their assignment.
Farrow made it down to the courtyard. "Well so much for resting up." he said as he took off in fight headed towards Shimo. It quite the distance a few hours to get there if he flew all out. As he charged through the skies Farrow was determined to complete his mission. The more he could help boost Kuriza, the easier the path in front of him would become. Their was no jealousy, no envy. Though Kuriza's moral scale was less than desirable to most, to his comrades he was just. He rewarded them well when deserved and equally punished. Kuriza was all around a man of his word. His soldiers would die for him, willingly. "What a Lord i serve." Farrow said to himself in flight. From where he started when he first walked through the dojo doors to today. All of his improvement, all of his success, the meaning he's found for his life was all because of Kuriza. "If he says he wants Shimo, then he's gonna get Shimo."
Fasha observed herself in the mirror of the inn she had chosen to take shelter in until her business in Shimo was complete. She had woken up only moments before and had an eerie sense about the day and what was to unfold. She donned her saiyan armor along with her scouter and exited her room where she was greeted by the sight of several guards of the Shimo prison indulging in drinks at the bar. She was instantly brought back to the conclusion of her last mission and the way the guards went about completing their duties of killing the rebels. Ruthless, just the way Fasha liked it.
It had been days and still Fasha had the faces of the people locked in the hovercraft stuck in her mind. She had seen them all die with her own eyes, yet she still had a gut feeling that the ordeal wasn't completely resolved. Every move she made she felt as if an extra set of eyes was on her and before long she went from suspicious to out right paranoid. She found herself being less trusting of the PTO comrades she had just recently began to call brethren. Soon she would be rewarded for her watchful behavior however. After the events in Shimo city she was summoned to the PTO’s headquarters within the city.
Fasha sat on a metal chair outside of an office and impatiently waited for whomever had summoned her to give her a greeting. As she waited she took note of the unusually heavily armed guards who seemed to patrol the halls in groups of two leaving no blind spot to be had. The guards' faces looked to be showing worry or guilt. Fasha couldn't quite put her finger on it, but the sense of paranoia that had already plagued her began to feel almost overwhelming in this instant. The saiyans heart rate began to climb and her eyes darted back and forth between each of the armed securities weapons. “One of them is here for revenge. Maybe all of them,” she thought to herself as the sounds of the captured rebels screams for help played in her mind. Her palms began to sweat as her anxiety grew and before she knew it her inner feelings were outwardly visible.
One of the guards noticed Fasha’s inability to keep her cool and began to approach her out of concern. Before he could confront her however she was called into the office. “they’re ready for you now,” a secretary chimed in, calling for fasha’s attention. The saiyan woman hopped up in a hurry and rushed into the office eager to learn why she had been summoned.
"B-business?" The city lord was puzzled by the Changeling's words and didn't know how to respond. He'd never heard the name, Chilled, before but he knew from previous experience that being involved with a Changeling was bad news. The city lord looked to the caravan leader for aid, but it seemed that even he didn't know what Chilled was getting at. "I-I'm just a humble city lord under the employ of Lord Frost. Was he the one who sent you? I don't quite understand what kind of business we could have with each other."
"Heh," said Chilled in response to Frost's name as he let out a smirk. "I'm not here on behalf of anyone but myself. My interests lie in the large number of guards that you have positioned throughout this facility. And then there's the magnificent equipment they're wearing."
The city lord was starting to become more nervous with each passing second. He couldn't allow the Changeling to speak any further. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to worry about if Chilled wasn't here under the orders of Lord Frost. The PTO wouldn't go out of their way searching for a missing random Changeling.
"Just what is it you're trying to say here?" shouted the city lord as he jumped up from his seat and pointed at Chilled. His provocation might have been evident, but it didn't matter if this allowed him to rid himself of a nuisance.
"So you still don't understand. Tsk, tsk, tsk," said Chilled as he rose from his seat and turned his back to the city lord, making his way towards the windows. "Does Frost know what you've been doing here? Does he know that you've been hiding merchandise and soldiers, likely money as well?" Chilled didn't wait for a response to his query; he already knew the answers. Instead, he slapped the floor with his tail to interrupt any chance for rebuttal. "I think not!"
Things were beginning to come together now, and the city lord knew it. Even the caravan leader was looking at him with suspicion, unlike before. He was starting to feel regret that his initial plan to get rid of the caravan before it arrived wasn't successful. The cleanup would've been much easier for him that way. His only choice left would be to kill them all within the city walls and dispose of their bodies before any of them had the chance to convey what was happening to the PTO headquarters.
"You're right," said the City lord as he motioned to his soldiers to ready their guns. "Frost doesn't know what's been going on here, and he won't find out with you two gone. Do it!"
With that order, the city lord pulled out a device from his pocket and pressed it with his thumb. All the soldiers he had posted within the city would get the message and begin hunting down anyone that accompanied the caravan.
Farrow had finally made it to Shimo City. Flying high in the air he noticed that caravans were beginning to leave the city. "This must be what Lord Kuriza was talking about in his letter." As the last caravan was gearing up to leave, suddenly the guards began to attack PTO Soldiers that had just exited the gates in the first caravan. "What the hell?" He said flying down to the troops. Farrow flew in with his fist outstretched in front of him, connecting his fist to the guards face. The guard dropped his gun and fell to the floor. Farrow turned his head back at the guards. His aim was horrible. "How do you even use these things?" He said fumbling around with the sights of the rifle, before casually throwing it over his shoulder. As the gun hit the ground a round let off shooting a guard near by in the leg. Farrow took off towards him. Grabbing the man by the mouth from behind Farrow quickly silenced the man. Then with a quick jerk of his arms, snapped the mans neck as well. "Alright I need to know what the hell is the meaning of this." Farrow said to himself as the mans body dropped to the ground, landing on him knees first before landing flat on his face.
Farrow took the shadows of the alleyways for cover. It was no way he was going to beat all of the guards in Shimo, even with the PTO soldiers help. The number of the Shimo guards had greatly outnumbered them. And it was familiar territory for them. A head to head battle would surely result in death. "Hmmmm." He grunted to himself. "Well first i need to find out who's in charge around here. Someone gave that order, and if i can get to them then i can stop this in his tracks. And worse come to worse, more souls for the Blood Brothers, more souls to the cause." Farrow took off towards where he saw the last Caravan earlier.
The moment the city lord gave the order, his guards in the room all raised their weapons at the Changeling and prepared to open fire. Chilled didn't even bother to turn around to face the men. Instead, he remained with his back turned and scoffed in response to their actions. "You know, for a city lord, you're rather stupid, aren't you?"
"Better off stupid than dead! Kill him now, both of them!" roared the city lord as he stepped back from the table to ensure his safety as his men began to light up the room in a hail of gunfire. "How do you like that Changeling!? Who's the stupid one now!?"
There was no response amidst the sporadic gunfire that littered the entire side of the room with energy blasts where Chilled was standing. The caravan leader, who was seated opposite the city lord, dove under the table in an attempt to shield himself from the flying debris. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be next, and hiding was of the utmost priority, even if it only bought himself a few extra minutes.
When the smoke cleared, Chilled was still standing there, unfazed. A violet hue caressed his body from head to toe. It was a barrier he employed to protect himself before the rain of projectiles enveloped his person. Not that he really needed such a thing, but his clothes would have been torn to shreds otherwise. The weapons themselves were more than something the average mercenary could get off the black market; they were modified in various ways and boast vastly increased stopping power when compared to the usual military equipment.
"Oh, I like these," said Chilled as he turned to face the men who just unloaded their munitions on him. The men were already reloading their guns to hit him with another barrage. "Pointless."
Chilled's eyes lit up with the same violet hue as a beam of energy cut through the wall behind the soldiers and dragged past them. The guards slowly fell to the floor shortly after, screaming in agony as they pawed at the nubs of flesh below their waste that used to be their legs. The caravan leader, still hidden beneath the table, wasn't sure what was going on and buried his head in his hands as he continued to hide.
"What!? How!? How are you still alive!? You should be dead! Dead!" shouted the city lord in disbelief. He was hysterical and just couldn't grasp the situation at all. His gross underestimation of the Changeling race had gotten the better of him, and he just couldn't understand.
"Isn't it obvious? Weaponry so pitiful could never harm one such as I," responded Chilled as he stepped toward the city lord with a slow pace. "You remind me of those rebels who attacked the caravan on its way to the city. You have no means of detecting power levels, do you? What a pity."
"Shut up! Shut up! Your kind disgust me!" The city lord backed himself against the wall. Normally, one would think he was cornered like a rat in a cage, but the city lord had other plans. When he reached the wall, it opened up to swallow him whole.
"Leaving so soon?" queried Chilled as he tore open the wall with a surge of energy from the palm of his hand.
Unfortunately, he missed the city lord, who had fled down a tunnel that was concealed inside the wall. Chilled didn't even bother to look inside or give chase. Truthfully, he didn't mind a little game of cat and mouse, and he'd already tagged the city lord's energy signature with his scouter. Chilled could find him anywhere on the planet if he wanted to.
Rather than begin pursuit of his prey, Chilled reached up to his scouter. "Cabira, it's time to deploy the status field generator and have my soldiers seal off the city. Nobody gets in or out. Oh, and do disrupt any means of communication other than our own as well."
"Yes, my Lord. Right away, sir," responded Cabira from the spaceship cloaked above the city. "What would you like us to do about the assault towers along the wall?"
"I believe the men could be in use of a little target practice. Tell them to enjoy themselves." replied the Changeling as he turned his attention to the caravan leader who was still hiding away like a child. "I'm going to have a little fun myself."
It was havoc as Farrow looked down from the sky, his fellow soldiers being ambushed. Farrow gave assistance through the air firing multiple kin last down attacking unsuspecting Shimo soldiers. Their numbers were far greater, it seemed as though no matter how many blast he fired the opposition continued to emerge. As they began to adjust to Farrows onslaught the Shimo guards began firing upon him in the sky. Their energy blasters firing one by one Farrow dodgedtye best he could. Hundreds of blast shot towards him as he weaved in and out before one hit him in the leg. Farrow winced in pain still in attempt to maneuver but to no avail he was bombarded with blast to his arms and back.
Farrow fell limp to the ground crashing down in a thud. The Shimo troops were rushing in. Farrow turned to fire off as many blast as he could. Narrowly getting back to his feet from the cover of the dust Farrow ran off back I got the shadows of the alleyways. Farrow was breathing hard, panting, trying to think of a way he could overcome his current situation. They PTO soldiers still fighting on the ground numbers were beginning to dwindle. They were not going to be able to hold out much longer. Farrow had to think quickly before his comrades were too overwhelmed to assist in regaining order. “I will not let this city fall away from my grasps, Lord Kuriza has trusted me to deliver Shimo and I will accomplish my mission.
Farrow had slipped away from the main fight at the gates and headed into an abandoned building. It was empty; the sounds of liquids dripping from above can be heard echoing through to warehouse between the sounds of explosions and gunfire. Farrow found the stairs and quickly ran to the top floor. Farrow slowly opened the door and peaked his head out. To his relief he was alone. Farrow walked out back I got the fresh air placing his hands on the ledge looking over to the ground where the fighting intensified. A group of PTO soldiers had posted up into a nearby building shooting their ki blasters down into the streets. It was smart, their positioning allowed them to attack with maximum efficiency with minimal casualties. Farrow continued the scan the battle field. A group of the Shimo guards had over powered a caravan an was about to attempt to crash it into the building the PTO soldiers were held up in.
Farrow jumped off the top of the building and flew as fast as he could toward the truck. Using his shoulder like a battering ram Farrow crashed Into the side of the truck flipping it over. Gas began to leak out the truck as a thick black smoke started to appear. Groans from the injured Shimo guard could be heard as Farrow got back to his feet. Farrow flew up high as the smoke began to accelerate. Before long the truck had exploded, the windows of the building the PTO soldiers had shattered and glass rained down onto the streets. Farrow headed back to the gates, the explosion took care of most of the opposition’s ground troops and the soldiers in the building should be more than capable of plucking if the remaining guards. Farrow could see the last of the Shimo guards preparing for what looked to be their final assault. They had corners the remaining PTO soldiers at the gate and were now walking them down blasting their guns with each step. Most of the PTO soldiers had found cover but had no where to retreat, still greatly out numbered Farrow came crashing in with a beam ball charging in both hands as he dove from the sky
Chilled gripped the table where the caravan leader was hiding and wrenched it from the floor. There he was, curled up in a fetal position, surrounded by a yellow puddle. Chilled did even need to mutter a word before the caravan leader grabbed onto his legs and looked up at him. Snot and tears streamed down the man's faces in droves as he begged for his life. For a man of his standing to be found in such a position, it was pathetic.
"Is there a reason for you to fear me so?" queried Chilled as he released his hold on the table and dusted off his chest. He wasn't quite sure what this guy's problem was, but from the look on his face, he must have been feeling some kind of guilt for something or other. Either that or he was just a coward; if Chilled were a betting man, he'd place his wager on the latter. "Quite down, you measly little bug. I was under the impression that you had no part in this city lord's rebellion. Or am I mistaken?"
"No-no! I swear! I had nothing to do with this!" replied the caravan leader in a hysterical tone.
"Then does that mean I have your full support for my decision to remove this worthless stain of an existence that is the current city lord?" continued Chilled as he wrapped his tail around the throat of the caravan leader and lifted him into the air.
"Y-yes! O-of, ofc-course! I-I'll do a-any-thing you say," struggled the caravan leader among his pitiful gasps for air.
"Very good. Perhaps I might still have some use for you." Lucky for him, Chilled didn't care much for his life and released the poor sob from his grasp.
The caravan leader hit the ground like a ton of bricks. It took him a few moments to catch his breath before he prostrated himself in front of the Changeling. Chilled's words were still ringing in his ears, and he thought this might be the chance he needs to keep his life. "Please, sir... I mean, my Lord. Please give me the chance to serve you. I'll do anything you want if only you give me a chance."
Chilled stood upright and placed his hand on his chin, pondering the use he could get out of this man. Being the leader of a caravan that transports supplies, he must have had some connections with other cities. Even if he was a coward, he likely knew more than a few people in high places elsewhere.
"Well now, aren't you interesting? Anything, you say, huh? Very well then, come along. We've got a bug to squash first, and after that, we can discuss how you can best serve me," replied the Changeling before he started to chuckle softly and turn his attention back towards the hole in the wall.
With the city lord's energy signature tagged from earlier, Chilled could find him anywhere on the planet now. Not to mention, the man was quite feeble, and so he didn't really make it very far anyway. The tracking display on Chilled's scouter had the city lord positioned in a large underground room surrounded by many other energy signatures.
Chilled assumed that the man was preparing some of his remaining soldiers to try and hold him off while he escaped alone. Unfortunately, he still had no idea of the true depths of the Changeling's power, and it was likely not something he would ever get the chance to understand now. It would've been all too easy for Chilled to snuff out the city lord's life along with his guards, even at this distance, but that was so much less enjoyable.
With the city lord stationary for the moment, Chilled snatched up the caravan leader with his tail and dragged him along. Rather than take the same stairs that the city lord had followed, Chilled preferred a more direct path and placed his hand towards the ground. Ki erupted from his palm in a flash of light soon after, burning a smooth tunnel through the dirt that was large enough for the two of them to fit through.
A few moments later, the city lord and his entourage were left ducking for cover amidst a barrage of rubble from above when a hole opened up in the ceiling of the room. The men didn't even realize what was happening until they spotted the Changeling descending from the gaping hole and landing in the room.
"What the hell!? It's you again! Someone kill him!" ordered the city lord.
Before his men could secure their weapons, Chilled cut them all down with beams of Ki from his eyes, similar to how he ended the lives of the guards upstairs. Body parts were sent flying in all directions as the men scrabbled around, trying to avoid the inevitable to no avail. Only the city lord remained unharmed during the whole ordeal, apart from a few minor bruises. It was then, that the city lord realized there was no way out for him and no chance to survive without the Changeling's approval. Unfortunately, it was too late.
The city lord's pleas were cut short with a beam of energy from Chilled's fingertip that pierced his heart.
"What an annoying little fellow, wouldn't you agree?" asked Chilled as he turned his gaze upon the caravan leader, who was latched onto his legs like a lost puppy.
The caravan leader was still confused by what happened and couldn't even muster a reply. Chilled wasn't expecting an answer anyway. Instead, he was more consumed with what was gathered in the underground room. Creates of armor and weapons littered the walls as far as his eyes could see. It seemed the city lord had been a busy little bee for quite some time.
"All of this is mine now, and you work for me," said Chilled as he looked back to the caravan leader. "I'm leaving you in charge here, for now. Don't mess it up. I want a list of everything in here by tomorrow. I'll have some of my soldiers accompany you. Run along now and get to work."