Post by Carva on Apr 25, 2017 17:49:34 GMT -5
Thread PL: 84,864
Weighted PL: 21,216
Stragglers. He knew there would be some who would still foolishly oppose King Nasu's rule. As he sat atop the ruins of a destroyed tower that day, his brown eyes slowly moved over the ruined city below. This wasn't the capital city he had grown accustomed to what with it's pristine structures and cleaned up streets. But this was where the brass had sent the burgeoning warrior, so good at what he did that he'd been sent to accomplish this task by himself. He smirked. "Well, they certainly have no sense of time around here. I've not seen a soul for the past hour. Perhaps they are cowards? Perhaps they are afraid to face the might of the Kingdom? Tch. I just wanna...talk to them." His eyes would flash with a dark, evil energy as he peered out over the horizon, lips curling upward into a sinister grin.
Still, the man found himself becoming quite annoyed by the slow arrival of the diplomats. Yes, they'd send diplomats to "negotiate" with Nasu's newest recruit. What these Brenchians likely had no idea of was that Carva wasn't the type to negotiate especially with the weak and useless. After all, the good King had plenty of slaves to use who would end up rebuilding the cities and turn them into glorious structures for the might of the Saiyan Galactic Kingdom. He could easily just murder the Brenchians. No questions asked.
His eyes would open slightly as he finally felt the power signatures marching toward his position. All of them together would feel like a few Saiyan elites banded together, but upon further inspection of the group converging on his location, Carva found himself slightly disappointed. There were about fifty. One big one, that one big Brenchian was the most powerful of them all.
He stood up, his white cape flowing out behind him as he stared down. "What a meager pile of shit. This is the best that they can do? True, a few of them have those shtupid laser rifles those tools are so fond of...but...that's just sad. Idiots. I'm almost insulted!" He growled as his condescending gaze fell upon the group of soldiers. He would slowly hover up, then descend, landing in front of the tower and studying the group of men as they approached.
"Halt!" Shouted the largest Brenchian and his company would stop behind him. Their weapons were not raised quite yet, but they were ever ready for the Saiya-jin's attacks should there be any. Why wouldn't there be? They had come to expect violence from these beings known throughout the universe as born warriors. He stated at Carva for a moment, studying the man's armor for the most part.
Carva's armor seemed new, the chestplate and abdomen being solid black with silver detailing, his shoulder pads and groin guard being a dark cerulean with the same silver, shining in the Brenchian sun. He wore weighted boots and gauntlets, as always...so it was easy to underestimate the deadly warrior who's cape now flowed in the wind.
Carva narrowed his eyes on the Brenchian rebels, his smile fading. "You're late." His tone was laced with anger, but sewn together with professionalism. Needless to say, the grimace on the face of Carva would let them know full well that he wasn't happy with these men. "Lord Nasu admires prudence, trash. But you can't even supply us with that. Now..." he would non-chalantly step through the front line, taking a true headcount of the soldiers before asking. "...you fools have been a thorn in the side of my Liege ever since the war and now you seek to serve him? Pft. You've got maybe thirty seven men here, none of you on par with even the most mediocre Earthling. So tell me why...we should give you the time of day?"
The tension in the air was so thick. Thick like smoke that you could only cut through with a knife, and this tension would fill your lungs. It would suffocate you if you let it.
Carva meant every single word of his question, as he couldn't understand why he or Nasu would be interested in this rabble. To him, the blue skinned, humanoid looking idiots with haircuts like an adolescent boy were trash. Nasu had told him to "try and be diplomatic", but Tomina's influence on the Saiya-jin had cast a very useful shadow over the warrior.
The Brenchian chief contemplated his answer for a moment, as they really had intended to serve Nasu. But he knew they had been late as far as their first mistake went. The Chief stuttered..."S-s-sir Carva, we merely got stuck fighting off wild beasts outside the Kingdom! We couldn't let them come here and kill our families, sir..."
"Tch. Shitty excuses." He folded his arms over the chest, the grimace not fading. Carva was all business. "Though I suppose you're too weak to handle such creatures, even in numbers. I could have killed them all in two minutes." He chuckles, a small crimson ball of energy appearing in his palm. The Pseudo Super Saiya-jin would juggle the ki ball between his fingers playfully, half paying attention to the Brenchians now. His eyes became slits. "...answer the damned question. Give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you all right now."
"Your King needs strong soldiers for your army, Sir. We are good men, plus we will serve faithfully! Trust me when I say this, our women and children need their brothers to be employed!" The Chief would beg, the Brenchians training their rifles on Carva, who continued playing with the ki sphere.
Carva just stared at the chief. "Do they know that their weapons will do no good? One shot, one kill. Isn't that the slogan of cowards with rifles? Oh sure...you can shoot me, but one shot will never be nearly enough to kill me. As for your shtupid reasoning, I don't think the King is hurting for soldiers, fool. He has me...and..." he shrugged. "...among others, even more powerful than I am. As far as I'm concerned, your rubbish families can starve and die." His stoic expression changed into a sneer as he eyed the rifles trained upon him. "Lower your weapons, dumbasses, or die...well...faster."
The Chief's eyes had widen at the cruel Saiya-jin's uncaring attitude, and he'd plead with Carva. "Sir, I implore you. Life here on the outskirts is hell! We barely have food, no running water! The damned nights are getting colder, our children our sick!"
His voice was cold as he responded to the warrior. He gave him a look of disdain, then suddenly...he smiled. "Ah...well...I might be swayed to speak with His Highness for you..."
"...really?! You're gonna help us?!"
"...oh yes, I may be swayed. But first, you have to do something for me. I want each and every one of you to drop to your knees...and..." the false smile would fade, and Carva would bark. "...beg like the dogs you are. Now."
Chatter would arise from amongst the ranks of the Brenchians, the chief looking at Carva in disbelief. He honestly couldn't believe what the Saiya-jin had requested. It wasn't anything strange, no...it was crazy. After a few seconds of contemplation, the Chief would sigh. "Fine...if that's what it takes to get our families the life they deserve." He command the soldiers to drop their weapons, doing exactly as Carva had said. Tens of voices in unison would beg...and plead with the warrior who now casted a huge shadow over them.
"Enough. Your display, as amusing as it was..." he absorbed the ball into his hand and pointed a finger gun between the eyes of the chief. "...fruitless. You are the weakest link. Goodbye." His thumb would descend upon his forefinger, and a beam would pierce the skull of the chief, making him crumble to the ground. He'd then press a button on his communicator as the Brenchians would move to grab their rifles. He'd give an order. "Kill them all. Men and women, children as well. Kill the children in front of their mothers and the women in front of their husbands. Then destroy the husbands. Wipe these cock roaches out, and burn then shanty to the ground."
Hundreds of battle cries would ring out as Carva would turn his back on the corpse of the Chief. Out of nowhere, lower class Saiya-jin soldiers would fly in and began terminating the Brenchian children...then the women..the men. Carva would simply levitate off the ground, and fly off as a white streak toward the King's headquarters.
He was becoming a true saiyan.
Wc: 1,461
Weighted PL: 21,216
Stragglers. He knew there would be some who would still foolishly oppose King Nasu's rule. As he sat atop the ruins of a destroyed tower that day, his brown eyes slowly moved over the ruined city below. This wasn't the capital city he had grown accustomed to what with it's pristine structures and cleaned up streets. But this was where the brass had sent the burgeoning warrior, so good at what he did that he'd been sent to accomplish this task by himself. He smirked. "Well, they certainly have no sense of time around here. I've not seen a soul for the past hour. Perhaps they are cowards? Perhaps they are afraid to face the might of the Kingdom? Tch. I just wanna...talk to them." His eyes would flash with a dark, evil energy as he peered out over the horizon, lips curling upward into a sinister grin.
Still, the man found himself becoming quite annoyed by the slow arrival of the diplomats. Yes, they'd send diplomats to "negotiate" with Nasu's newest recruit. What these Brenchians likely had no idea of was that Carva wasn't the type to negotiate especially with the weak and useless. After all, the good King had plenty of slaves to use who would end up rebuilding the cities and turn them into glorious structures for the might of the Saiyan Galactic Kingdom. He could easily just murder the Brenchians. No questions asked.
His eyes would open slightly as he finally felt the power signatures marching toward his position. All of them together would feel like a few Saiyan elites banded together, but upon further inspection of the group converging on his location, Carva found himself slightly disappointed. There were about fifty. One big one, that one big Brenchian was the most powerful of them all.
He stood up, his white cape flowing out behind him as he stared down. "What a meager pile of shit. This is the best that they can do? True, a few of them have those shtupid laser rifles those tools are so fond of...but...that's just sad. Idiots. I'm almost insulted!" He growled as his condescending gaze fell upon the group of soldiers. He would slowly hover up, then descend, landing in front of the tower and studying the group of men as they approached.
"Halt!" Shouted the largest Brenchian and his company would stop behind him. Their weapons were not raised quite yet, but they were ever ready for the Saiya-jin's attacks should there be any. Why wouldn't there be? They had come to expect violence from these beings known throughout the universe as born warriors. He stated at Carva for a moment, studying the man's armor for the most part.
Carva's armor seemed new, the chestplate and abdomen being solid black with silver detailing, his shoulder pads and groin guard being a dark cerulean with the same silver, shining in the Brenchian sun. He wore weighted boots and gauntlets, as always...so it was easy to underestimate the deadly warrior who's cape now flowed in the wind.
Carva narrowed his eyes on the Brenchian rebels, his smile fading. "You're late." His tone was laced with anger, but sewn together with professionalism. Needless to say, the grimace on the face of Carva would let them know full well that he wasn't happy with these men. "Lord Nasu admires prudence, trash. But you can't even supply us with that. Now..." he would non-chalantly step through the front line, taking a true headcount of the soldiers before asking. "...you fools have been a thorn in the side of my Liege ever since the war and now you seek to serve him? Pft. You've got maybe thirty seven men here, none of you on par with even the most mediocre Earthling. So tell me why...we should give you the time of day?"
The tension in the air was so thick. Thick like smoke that you could only cut through with a knife, and this tension would fill your lungs. It would suffocate you if you let it.
Carva meant every single word of his question, as he couldn't understand why he or Nasu would be interested in this rabble. To him, the blue skinned, humanoid looking idiots with haircuts like an adolescent boy were trash. Nasu had told him to "try and be diplomatic", but Tomina's influence on the Saiya-jin had cast a very useful shadow over the warrior.
The Brenchian chief contemplated his answer for a moment, as they really had intended to serve Nasu. But he knew they had been late as far as their first mistake went. The Chief stuttered..."S-s-sir Carva, we merely got stuck fighting off wild beasts outside the Kingdom! We couldn't let them come here and kill our families, sir..."
"Tch. Shitty excuses." He folded his arms over the chest, the grimace not fading. Carva was all business. "Though I suppose you're too weak to handle such creatures, even in numbers. I could have killed them all in two minutes." He chuckles, a small crimson ball of energy appearing in his palm. The Pseudo Super Saiya-jin would juggle the ki ball between his fingers playfully, half paying attention to the Brenchians now. His eyes became slits. "...answer the damned question. Give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you all right now."
"Your King needs strong soldiers for your army, Sir. We are good men, plus we will serve faithfully! Trust me when I say this, our women and children need their brothers to be employed!" The Chief would beg, the Brenchians training their rifles on Carva, who continued playing with the ki sphere.
Carva just stared at the chief. "Do they know that their weapons will do no good? One shot, one kill. Isn't that the slogan of cowards with rifles? Oh sure...you can shoot me, but one shot will never be nearly enough to kill me. As for your shtupid reasoning, I don't think the King is hurting for soldiers, fool. He has me...and..." he shrugged. "...among others, even more powerful than I am. As far as I'm concerned, your rubbish families can starve and die." His stoic expression changed into a sneer as he eyed the rifles trained upon him. "Lower your weapons, dumbasses, or die...well...faster."
The Chief's eyes had widen at the cruel Saiya-jin's uncaring attitude, and he'd plead with Carva. "Sir, I implore you. Life here on the outskirts is hell! We barely have food, no running water! The damned nights are getting colder, our children our sick!"
His voice was cold as he responded to the warrior. He gave him a look of disdain, then suddenly...he smiled. "Ah...well...I might be swayed to speak with His Highness for you..."
"...really?! You're gonna help us?!"
"...oh yes, I may be swayed. But first, you have to do something for me. I want each and every one of you to drop to your knees...and..." the false smile would fade, and Carva would bark. "...beg like the dogs you are. Now."
Chatter would arise from amongst the ranks of the Brenchians, the chief looking at Carva in disbelief. He honestly couldn't believe what the Saiya-jin had requested. It wasn't anything strange, no...it was crazy. After a few seconds of contemplation, the Chief would sigh. "Fine...if that's what it takes to get our families the life they deserve." He command the soldiers to drop their weapons, doing exactly as Carva had said. Tens of voices in unison would beg...and plead with the warrior who now casted a huge shadow over them.
"Enough. Your display, as amusing as it was..." he absorbed the ball into his hand and pointed a finger gun between the eyes of the chief. "...fruitless. You are the weakest link. Goodbye." His thumb would descend upon his forefinger, and a beam would pierce the skull of the chief, making him crumble to the ground. He'd then press a button on his communicator as the Brenchians would move to grab their rifles. He'd give an order. "Kill them all. Men and women, children as well. Kill the children in front of their mothers and the women in front of their husbands. Then destroy the husbands. Wipe these cock roaches out, and burn then shanty to the ground."
Hundreds of battle cries would ring out as Carva would turn his back on the corpse of the Chief. Out of nowhere, lower class Saiya-jin soldiers would fly in and began terminating the Brenchian children...then the women..the men. Carva would simply levitate off the ground, and fly off as a white streak toward the King's headquarters.
He was becoming a true saiyan.
Wc: 1,461
