Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 15:48:22 GMT -5
The Loyal Hound: Garrod meets Koma
''Sometimes you have to find yourself as a warrior in order to progress. When you become powerful, you become isolated and the course of events may change either by your good intentions, or horrid actions. Either the way, the universe and God's have forged our wisdom to pick our own path, don't you think Athren?'' Garrod The Wayward Star, to Athren
The sense of Pain from his encounter with the Kitsune, and his mission prior still prolonged the irritation he indeed felt as a organic creature. Garrod got tipped off this location by playing with communication systems. Was hacking bad on this planet? Who knows, either way he heard about the male known as Komatsu and rushed in to find him, setting off a few set of alarms to draw him out, as well as inflict minor injury upon weaker guards. Garrod the Wayward Star toiled to keep his eyes open in the wake of the injuries he had sustained while planet side. Garrod the Wayward Star should’ve been able to make it with little more than a scratch, but oaths he had formed with the Kitsune and of course Athren restricted his effectiveness on the field to a near crippling degree. Even more so, the Saiyan Culture were, as always, blissfully ignorant of his schemes, and he could only assume that they had branded him a traitor by their actions to deliberately sabotage his safe passage off that insane planet with the cross fire within Wild Space. Whether it was the explicit targeting of himself, or the alien species designed on that planet as a whole, he was not too sure, but paranoia found purchase in his mind as easily as it always had.
Garrod The Wayward Star pushed on through the halls of the Saiyan Alliance Structure, ignoring some individuals that seemed harmless, but for the passer-by's as he wandered that wanted to create a sense of attack, he did his best in his wounded state to subdue them. The serpentine paths of which he had taken eventually led to a location not far from the meeting chambers he assumed Garrod the Wayward Star; Was in an area where he could find comfort in the thrumming of engines and reactors many times his size without fear of disturbance. The sounds of this section of the base as it clicked and hissed in all manner of tones were familiar to him, providing an almost heartwarming sense of nostalgia in the face of such cataclysmic tragedy. Leaning against the bars that kept on lookers from falling into the endless chasm of networked metal, Garrod the Wayward Star's absent gaze found itself staring into the darkness below.
He was far from calm. His body still ached horrendously from head to toe, and his mind was throbbing with the residual pains of possession, a courtesy given to him by none other than the Saiyan Empire themselves, not even wanting to go into the subject with that random Kitsune he found. Garrod the Wayward Star never took kindly to possession of any variety but his older brother, and this was no exception of course, but what had he of hope that he could even think to defy a Empire that so easily erased all life from an entire planet, and not before turning over half of its population into blood-hungry beasts, either. His self-assured superiority over others was one of the few methods he had to keep himself afloat, and with everything that had just occurred in Wild Space (and some time prior) standing in stark defiance of that notion, Garrod The Wayward Star struggled to maintain his normally positive outlook. Lacking access to everything he would normally use to cope, be it some flavor of carnal delight, the dominance of a lesser being, or plain and simple murder, Garrod's Saiyan instincts grew restless. At this point, he would’ve even settled for something as meager a mere pet to play with. Regardless, he knew none of which among the Saiyans here would of course be willing to confide with, much less able to without the fear of exposure or inadequacy plaguing every thought. It left Garrod the Wayward Star trapped within his own bitter pride, unwilling to admit defeat but equally unwilling to seek aid.
For now, he merely brainstormed, hoping that it would have a similar effect on him as it usually had, improving his mood with each new plan or contingency concocted. Progress was slow, of course, but it was a point at which he could start, and soon sought to build off of. While he was distracted by his now incessant thoughts of victory over those who sought to destroy him, he almost carelessly began to mend his wounds by simply not paying mind to them, granted ignoring would not heal said wounds, but using his ignorance in a sense to effectively dull the pain that his body was now subject to. He instinctively began to draw on his Saiyan Pride, as he had for what felt like ages now, but quickly corrected himself, opting to utilize the power through methods taught to him by the Saiyan Empire and Athren from a time long since passed. With any luck, it would only be a matter of time before he was ready to throw himself at his next challenge, and next time, he would be more than ready. Speaking to himself, he grew furious, before yelling.
''Where the hell is the leader of this Branch of Saiyan Military!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!''
''Sometimes you have to find yourself as a warrior in order to progress. When you become powerful, you become isolated and the course of events may change either by your good intentions, or horrid actions. Either the way, the universe and God's have forged our wisdom to pick our own path, don't you think Athren?'' Garrod The Wayward Star, to Athren
The sense of Pain from his encounter with the Kitsune, and his mission prior still prolonged the irritation he indeed felt as a organic creature. Garrod got tipped off this location by playing with communication systems. Was hacking bad on this planet? Who knows, either way he heard about the male known as Komatsu and rushed in to find him, setting off a few set of alarms to draw him out, as well as inflict minor injury upon weaker guards. Garrod the Wayward Star toiled to keep his eyes open in the wake of the injuries he had sustained while planet side. Garrod the Wayward Star should’ve been able to make it with little more than a scratch, but oaths he had formed with the Kitsune and of course Athren restricted his effectiveness on the field to a near crippling degree. Even more so, the Saiyan Culture were, as always, blissfully ignorant of his schemes, and he could only assume that they had branded him a traitor by their actions to deliberately sabotage his safe passage off that insane planet with the cross fire within Wild Space. Whether it was the explicit targeting of himself, or the alien species designed on that planet as a whole, he was not too sure, but paranoia found purchase in his mind as easily as it always had.
Garrod The Wayward Star pushed on through the halls of the Saiyan Alliance Structure, ignoring some individuals that seemed harmless, but for the passer-by's as he wandered that wanted to create a sense of attack, he did his best in his wounded state to subdue them. The serpentine paths of which he had taken eventually led to a location not far from the meeting chambers he assumed Garrod the Wayward Star; Was in an area where he could find comfort in the thrumming of engines and reactors many times his size without fear of disturbance. The sounds of this section of the base as it clicked and hissed in all manner of tones were familiar to him, providing an almost heartwarming sense of nostalgia in the face of such cataclysmic tragedy. Leaning against the bars that kept on lookers from falling into the endless chasm of networked metal, Garrod the Wayward Star's absent gaze found itself staring into the darkness below.
He was far from calm. His body still ached horrendously from head to toe, and his mind was throbbing with the residual pains of possession, a courtesy given to him by none other than the Saiyan Empire themselves, not even wanting to go into the subject with that random Kitsune he found. Garrod the Wayward Star never took kindly to possession of any variety but his older brother, and this was no exception of course, but what had he of hope that he could even think to defy a Empire that so easily erased all life from an entire planet, and not before turning over half of its population into blood-hungry beasts, either. His self-assured superiority over others was one of the few methods he had to keep himself afloat, and with everything that had just occurred in Wild Space (and some time prior) standing in stark defiance of that notion, Garrod The Wayward Star struggled to maintain his normally positive outlook. Lacking access to everything he would normally use to cope, be it some flavor of carnal delight, the dominance of a lesser being, or plain and simple murder, Garrod's Saiyan instincts grew restless. At this point, he would’ve even settled for something as meager a mere pet to play with. Regardless, he knew none of which among the Saiyans here would of course be willing to confide with, much less able to without the fear of exposure or inadequacy plaguing every thought. It left Garrod the Wayward Star trapped within his own bitter pride, unwilling to admit defeat but equally unwilling to seek aid.
For now, he merely brainstormed, hoping that it would have a similar effect on him as it usually had, improving his mood with each new plan or contingency concocted. Progress was slow, of course, but it was a point at which he could start, and soon sought to build off of. While he was distracted by his now incessant thoughts of victory over those who sought to destroy him, he almost carelessly began to mend his wounds by simply not paying mind to them, granted ignoring would not heal said wounds, but using his ignorance in a sense to effectively dull the pain that his body was now subject to. He instinctively began to draw on his Saiyan Pride, as he had for what felt like ages now, but quickly corrected himself, opting to utilize the power through methods taught to him by the Saiyan Empire and Athren from a time long since passed. With any luck, it would only be a matter of time before he was ready to throw himself at his next challenge, and next time, he would be more than ready. Speaking to himself, he grew furious, before yelling.
''Where the hell is the leader of this Branch of Saiyan Military!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!''
