Post by Cell on Apr 26, 2021 2:04:06 GMT -5
Yua/Hayami/Frost — 04/19/2021
Frost clicked his tongue in annoyance, Apple had yet to show up yet. He wasn't a student of his universe's counterpart. Not yet, he planned to start that soon. He was at the PTO main house on this part of Freiza to test out his skills. He had a higher than average power for those that usually entered right away, but being a Changeling was a convenient excuse.
The Wayward grunted as the Grunts around him mocked the blue Changeling. He was a no name, even if he had a Brute that accompanied him usually. They had said that he must be weaker than one of the other new Changelings that was known as a powerful new one. Fridged, the name was. He hadn't been granted access and taunted because Apple wasn't here.
"Now what?" He asked himself, hand on his chin.
Revan — Today at 3:03 PM
The Cold and Frost clans were allies. Together, they had united the Changelings under one banner and expanded their empire from one planet to hundreds. It was the Frost clan's responsibility to oversee operations on the core planet of Frieza, while it was the Cold clan's responsibility to manage the outer worlds.
Because of this, the Cold clan reported to Lord Frost despite being equal in status. Lord Frieza understood this, but that did not mean he was happy about it.
"How dare he bark orders," Frieza grumbled.
The doors to a training facility were thrust open rather aggressively. Audits were done bi-weekly in order to ensure integrity in the PTO military. The Changelings were blessed with a frighteningly-high level of power and resilience. Their transformations were meant to gate their own power to protect them from fatigue. They did not have convenient Super Saiyan forms, they did not have magical imprisonment techniques, and they most certainly did not have a variety of guns to bring with them in combat.
They were strong, and that was all they were. That meant nothing if the military did not train and continue to polish that strength- weakness would not be tolerated.
"Hello there," Frieza greeted the room. "I hope I won't be disappointed today."
Yua/Hayami/Frost — Today at 5:54 PM
With the door thrust open, Frost, known as Ice t o most everyone, tilted his head at that. Was he ignored because he didn't have even the rank of Grunt? Ice narrowed his gaze at those within before he stepped in after Freiza, someone that he did know. At least, in the way of others, he'd not met the Changeling Lord himself.
As the Grunts and various others got into their positions and swiftly greeted Lord Freiza in unison, Ice was not among them. The Changeling, instead, gave his own greeting as he bowed towards the other. "Lord Freiza, welcome." He wasn't really sure how else to talk to him, other than not to be rude.
Ice' power wasn't the largest in the universe, and certainly the base was not close to Lord Freiza's. However, those that had their Scouters on weren't ready as the Changeling faced towards the Cold Clan's second prince. "I hope I won't disappoint you, either. My mission to join the Planet Trade Organization is tomorrow."
Revan — Today at 3:03 PM
The grunts lined up and gave their greeting. This pleased Frieza-- these audits were always finished swiftly when everybody knew their place and the procedure. An inspection of the equipment and some questions to the grunts, and the Changeling lord would be able to leave.
These plans threw themselves from the window when one of the subordinates spoke up. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. They were allowed to speak, of course, so long as it was with respect. It was simply strange. Most people would prefer to have kept their heads down, so as to not draw attention on their military career. Speaking up was either a sign of ignorance or a sign of confidence. In this case, it was probably a bit of both.
"Yes," he responded curiously. "I would hope so as well." Nothing was too out-of-the ordinary with this one, Frieza noted. Probably from some outer city clan. Rudeness could not be tolerated, but loyalty must be rewarded. Much to his chagrin, it made little sense to blast everybody that spoke to him. Nobody would join their organization if that were the case!
"Perhaps I'll witness your ascension within our ranks," he advised. Passing the entrance exam was fairly easy. The PTO valued numbers over value, so most of the tests involved culling pests or retrieving supplies. It was lazy management, and Frieza had been working behind the scenes to update these exams. When a recruit passed the exam, the contract-signing ceremony was supposed to be full of glory and honor. Lately there had been no soul or heart to these, and the majority of new grunts died within their first 6 months.
"Perhaps..."
Frost clicked his tongue in annoyance, Apple had yet to show up yet. He wasn't a student of his universe's counterpart. Not yet, he planned to start that soon. He was at the PTO main house on this part of Freiza to test out his skills. He had a higher than average power for those that usually entered right away, but being a Changeling was a convenient excuse.
The Wayward grunted as the Grunts around him mocked the blue Changeling. He was a no name, even if he had a Brute that accompanied him usually. They had said that he must be weaker than one of the other new Changelings that was known as a powerful new one. Fridged, the name was. He hadn't been granted access and taunted because Apple wasn't here.
"Now what?" He asked himself, hand on his chin.
Revan — Today at 3:03 PM
The Cold and Frost clans were allies. Together, they had united the Changelings under one banner and expanded their empire from one planet to hundreds. It was the Frost clan's responsibility to oversee operations on the core planet of Frieza, while it was the Cold clan's responsibility to manage the outer worlds.
Because of this, the Cold clan reported to Lord Frost despite being equal in status. Lord Frieza understood this, but that did not mean he was happy about it.
"How dare he bark orders," Frieza grumbled.
The doors to a training facility were thrust open rather aggressively. Audits were done bi-weekly in order to ensure integrity in the PTO military. The Changelings were blessed with a frighteningly-high level of power and resilience. Their transformations were meant to gate their own power to protect them from fatigue. They did not have convenient Super Saiyan forms, they did not have magical imprisonment techniques, and they most certainly did not have a variety of guns to bring with them in combat.
They were strong, and that was all they were. That meant nothing if the military did not train and continue to polish that strength- weakness would not be tolerated.
"Hello there," Frieza greeted the room. "I hope I won't be disappointed today."
Yua/Hayami/Frost — Today at 5:54 PM
With the door thrust open, Frost, known as Ice t o most everyone, tilted his head at that. Was he ignored because he didn't have even the rank of Grunt? Ice narrowed his gaze at those within before he stepped in after Freiza, someone that he did know. At least, in the way of others, he'd not met the Changeling Lord himself.
As the Grunts and various others got into their positions and swiftly greeted Lord Freiza in unison, Ice was not among them. The Changeling, instead, gave his own greeting as he bowed towards the other. "Lord Freiza, welcome." He wasn't really sure how else to talk to him, other than not to be rude.
Ice' power wasn't the largest in the universe, and certainly the base was not close to Lord Freiza's. However, those that had their Scouters on weren't ready as the Changeling faced towards the Cold Clan's second prince. "I hope I won't disappoint you, either. My mission to join the Planet Trade Organization is tomorrow."
Revan — Today at 3:03 PM
The grunts lined up and gave their greeting. This pleased Frieza-- these audits were always finished swiftly when everybody knew their place and the procedure. An inspection of the equipment and some questions to the grunts, and the Changeling lord would be able to leave.
These plans threw themselves from the window when one of the subordinates spoke up. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. They were allowed to speak, of course, so long as it was with respect. It was simply strange. Most people would prefer to have kept their heads down, so as to not draw attention on their military career. Speaking up was either a sign of ignorance or a sign of confidence. In this case, it was probably a bit of both.
"Yes," he responded curiously. "I would hope so as well." Nothing was too out-of-the ordinary with this one, Frieza noted. Probably from some outer city clan. Rudeness could not be tolerated, but loyalty must be rewarded. Much to his chagrin, it made little sense to blast everybody that spoke to him. Nobody would join their organization if that were the case!
"Perhaps I'll witness your ascension within our ranks," he advised. Passing the entrance exam was fairly easy. The PTO valued numbers over value, so most of the tests involved culling pests or retrieving supplies. It was lazy management, and Frieza had been working behind the scenes to update these exams. When a recruit passed the exam, the contract-signing ceremony was supposed to be full of glory and honor. Lately there had been no soul or heart to these, and the majority of new grunts died within their first 6 months.
"Perhaps..."