Post by Cell on Mar 15, 2021 1:58:24 GMT -5
Frieza: No passives
Android R: Idk, but you do bonuses, lel
Android R
It had been some time since R had ventured forth into the astral realm. The capability was now built into he exoskeleton rather than requiring some sort of precious gemstone to achieve. He liked it here, floating in the nothingness and waiting for an opponent to appear. Some preferred to construct complicated worlds, others battle arenas. For his part, R enjoyed the solitude.
Frieza
Solitude was nice, but company was better. After all, you couldn't rule over solitude. After so many galactic conflicts, each planet was a little more connected than it had been. Each planet was a little more affiliated with an organization. In order to maintain appearances, the PTO only went after planets not affiliated or recognized by organizations.
That's where the astral realm came into play. Many lone warriors who had nobody near them to spar? Their planets were often the perfect acquisition. Frieza entered and cleared this throat. "Hello," he greeted his target. "It seems we've been matched. My name is Frieza, though you may already know me. Who might you be?"
Android R
Some time had passed as R floated in the nothingness. Time was, of course, meaningless here but that was also how he liked it. At long last a changeling appeared opposite him, interested in making his acquaintance.
The name Frieza was of course familiar. Less familiar was who he really was. Conflicting tales abound regarding these changelings, which was perhaps their way.
"I am R," he responded simply, "Damaskian Robotics."
Frieza
“Ah.” Damaskia was an independent planet that was known for separating from Avalon. They were imperialistic and the PTO’s greatest ally in the RBC Galactic War.
Those were the last of good relations. “Can Damaskia not afford longer names for their robotics?” Frieza snickered to himself.
“You know, usually, these realms are much less bare. Is your imagination chip malfunctioning?”
Android R
"A name is just a group of sounds you make to get someone's attention. R is perfectly sufficient. But if you're uncomfortable, I also answer to Rocket or Rafael."
As Frieza commented on the area, R found that it was his turn to snicker.
"If it makes you uncomfortable, I'm sure I can whip up a meadow with some dancing friends."
Frieza
"A name is everything!" Frieza almost sang. "A name is the first advertisement into what you are. Rocket will do nicely." If a planet didn't have a certain ring to it then it wouldn't sell. A lot of times, the name would change depending on who the client was.
"If you'd like to see a meadow with dancers, we could take this to one of my many planets. I don't have to turn to my imagination in order to see perfection."
Most would have seen Frieza as being needlessly stand-offish. And he was. However, this was just how the Cold clan handled business. The back-and-forth was a friendly game, and it's often how they started a business meeting with other Changelings or clients. Not all spars were physical- sometimes, even something as grabbing lunch was a spar to the powerful race that ruled Frieza.
Android R
R was quite taken aback. The ruthless PTO turnt was being... almost playful. Perhaps he was recruiting, or some other business practice that he didn't understand.
"You have a lot of planets then? I thought the aim was to sell them, not keep them."
Frieza
Frieza wagged his finger back and forth. "The aim is profit," he corrected the android. "Otherwise, we'd be known as the Planetary Sale Organization, no? If over a period of ten years, a planet can provide two and a half times the value that I'd get for selling simply it, then it is instead kept."
But that would be the only trade secret that would be freely given.
Android R: Idk, but you do bonuses, lel
Android R
It had been some time since R had ventured forth into the astral realm. The capability was now built into he exoskeleton rather than requiring some sort of precious gemstone to achieve. He liked it here, floating in the nothingness and waiting for an opponent to appear. Some preferred to construct complicated worlds, others battle arenas. For his part, R enjoyed the solitude.
Frieza
Solitude was nice, but company was better. After all, you couldn't rule over solitude. After so many galactic conflicts, each planet was a little more connected than it had been. Each planet was a little more affiliated with an organization. In order to maintain appearances, the PTO only went after planets not affiliated or recognized by organizations.
That's where the astral realm came into play. Many lone warriors who had nobody near them to spar? Their planets were often the perfect acquisition. Frieza entered and cleared this throat. "Hello," he greeted his target. "It seems we've been matched. My name is Frieza, though you may already know me. Who might you be?"
Android R
Some time had passed as R floated in the nothingness. Time was, of course, meaningless here but that was also how he liked it. At long last a changeling appeared opposite him, interested in making his acquaintance.
The name Frieza was of course familiar. Less familiar was who he really was. Conflicting tales abound regarding these changelings, which was perhaps their way.
"I am R," he responded simply, "Damaskian Robotics."
Frieza
“Ah.” Damaskia was an independent planet that was known for separating from Avalon. They were imperialistic and the PTO’s greatest ally in the RBC Galactic War.
Those were the last of good relations. “Can Damaskia not afford longer names for their robotics?” Frieza snickered to himself.
“You know, usually, these realms are much less bare. Is your imagination chip malfunctioning?”
Android R
"A name is just a group of sounds you make to get someone's attention. R is perfectly sufficient. But if you're uncomfortable, I also answer to Rocket or Rafael."
As Frieza commented on the area, R found that it was his turn to snicker.
"If it makes you uncomfortable, I'm sure I can whip up a meadow with some dancing friends."
Frieza
"A name is everything!" Frieza almost sang. "A name is the first advertisement into what you are. Rocket will do nicely." If a planet didn't have a certain ring to it then it wouldn't sell. A lot of times, the name would change depending on who the client was.
"If you'd like to see a meadow with dancers, we could take this to one of my many planets. I don't have to turn to my imagination in order to see perfection."
Most would have seen Frieza as being needlessly stand-offish. And he was. However, this was just how the Cold clan handled business. The back-and-forth was a friendly game, and it's often how they started a business meeting with other Changelings or clients. Not all spars were physical- sometimes, even something as grabbing lunch was a spar to the powerful race that ruled Frieza.
Android R
R was quite taken aback. The ruthless PTO turnt was being... almost playful. Perhaps he was recruiting, or some other business practice that he didn't understand.
"You have a lot of planets then? I thought the aim was to sell them, not keep them."
Frieza
Frieza wagged his finger back and forth. "The aim is profit," he corrected the android. "Otherwise, we'd be known as the Planetary Sale Organization, no? If over a period of ten years, a planet can provide two and a half times the value that I'd get for selling simply it, then it is instead kept."
But that would be the only trade secret that would be freely given.