Mint had finally arrived to find out what was going on the Capital. Mint had been waiting and he had heard just recently there was a new queen of the Saiyans. At least that what he had heard. He wanted to see if that was the case. Afterall, he came to look at the two factions that were facing off with eachother. Cheri was the general of the tuffles and that seemed to make her the figurehead. What of the saiyans? Mint really had no idea. So he stalked through the Capital heading to where the queen would be sitting. To figure out where she stood in all of this mess. To see if the Arcose empire should side with her or with the tuffles. If that Lord Azoth would be willing to put up with whoever was on each side.
Then there was the question of what he'd do. What did he want. He needed to wait and see what Rime decided to do. He had heard little back from the Arcosian. Maybe the plot had been foiled or maybe he stalked back into the shadows waiting for his time to strike. Either way Mint could not be waiting around. He had to further the ambitions of the Arcosian empire but also himself. That was what was most important. Mint would arrive at the Saiyan Palace passing the guards like flies, "I've come to see the Queen. I won't be waiting around. If she around?" Mint looked around checking his scouter to see who the strongest person here was. That would probably be the new leader of the saiyan he imagined.
It had been a few days since she had made her claim, and since the coronation that crowned her as ruler of Sadala. In those few days, when she wasn't bedridden by a well-earned hangover, there had been a lot of work to do to get things back in order after so long without true leadership. The chain of command had to be established. Orders were to be given. Challengers met...
A soft sight escaped Rosemary's lips, and her tail writhed irritatingly in the air behind her. While the fight with Nasu had been all well and good at the time, every captain worth his salt out in the sticks had been challenging her one after the other. They were all weak, of course, but racism ran strong and deep in her people's blood, sometimes. Even with her new title, she was still being called anything and everything but "Saiyan." The fighting was great, if a little mundane due to their weakness in comparison to herself, but the way she was being treated...
She needed a damn drink already.
However, her small respite would not come, as instead of the satisfying bite of Saiyan liquor, she was treated to the beeping of the small communicator she had been given for her travels around the territories. The voice on the other end had spoken of a stranger, an alien even, who had barged into the capital demanding to speak to her in person.
So, with all the practice she'd accumulated in the months since her "death," Rosemary focused on and imagined where it was she wanted to be. In the throne room, devoid of her presence but still populated with Saiyans going this way and that for any purpose imaginable, the air distorted and twisted. A thick, black smoke poured from everywhere and nowhere at once just beside her throne, and almost nonchalantly, the figure of the hybrid stepped out from the void in all her glory.
In the days since she'd taken the throne, she had decided to make some changes to her usual outfit more befitting of her status. The red battle armor she wore was sporting a gold trim around the edges, and was much more form fitting than the standardized model of the rank and file. A calf-length red cape hung from one shoulder, though she still sometimes caught her tail playing with it. A small skirt hung from the hem of the armor itself, appearing to be a pleated style but in actuality just many pieces attached near to one another. Boots and wrist guards pulled down to her forearms completed the ensemble; all laid over the long black spandex and sleeveless top underneath.
Then, of course, there was the crown resting atop her head. One couldn't be a queen without a crown, after all. It was joined by gold jewelry that changed by the day, and sometimes more often, but now had been reduced to a necklace and bands around her biceps and thigh. Even her tail was adorned with a few rings along its length that brought to mind a question of how she even attached them.
All in all, she was quite satisfied with the look, a fact which helped to settle the smirk that pulled at the corner of her mouth, even as her eyes glowed a fierce red while they looked over her guest.
She wasn't familiar with his race, but the Arcosians themselves were easy enough to identify: short, naturally armored, similar in some ways to a saiba beast but thrice as deadly on a good day. Like the Saiyans themselves, they could also assume other forms to increase their power, which made them just as dangerous. Even measuring the strength of his soul as she was, and finding it marginally weaker than her own, she couldn't tell whether that would remain true if they transformed and fought for real.
That fact only made her smirk wider.
"It's polite to make an appointment, you know." The queen chuckled, and crossed her arms in a playful manner. Was it truly how she felt after spending a morning putting racists face down in the dirt, or was she simply putting on a facade for the sake of politics? It was difficult to tell, even when her eyes ceased to glow and returned to their usual shade of red. "I'm Rosemary, the new queen." She almost forgot to give her title... again. "You are?"
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Mint walked forward and looked over at the queen. She was..a saiyan? Mint could not say for sure. She had white hair and horns on her head. So she might have been a demon. She had never expected that a demon would have taken the throne of the saiyan people. But maybe she was a saiyan as well. she did have a tail that he could notice. It was a very odd thing to see. His best guess now was that She was some half saiyan half-demon hybrid. That gave her enough stake at the throne it seemed. Mint had not heard much about the saiyans, so maybe all the full breeds had curled at her feet and were left unable to match her power. Mint scouter beeped on his face and leveled her power level to <50,906>. This confirmed his thought that she was the strongest. She seemed to be just as strong as Cheri who seemed to be top tuffle.
"It is polite to make an appointment But I think we can both be honest here. I'm not a polite guy." Mint was assuming that Rosemary was the same. She Introduced herself as Rosemary the new queen of the saiyans. And now she wanted to know who he was. "I see so this is the right place. Good, I didn't wanna be talking to anyone that is not the queen. As for me, I am Mint. I work for the Arcosain Empire. I am looking around at both the tuffles and the saiyans. Trying to figure out which side the empire should consider joining. Our new Emperor Azoth has been looking very carefully on this planet. As one of his advisors, I want to take a look around. Does that answer who I am?"
Of course, the beeping of the alien's scouter had won her attention for a moment or two. It was a difficult curiosity to quell, especially when it was so easy to read the numbers as they climbed ont eh small piece of glass over the creature's eye. They were gone too quickly to read the whole thing, backwards as the numbers were to her, but she had caught sight of the <50,9XX> and smiled to herself. She didn't put a lot of confidence in the numbers, but damn the felt good to see sometimes!
"Quite." She chuckled at the alien's expense, agreeing with him on how impolite he was being. Who just barged into the throne room and demanded to see the queen, anyways? Well... Besides when she barged into the meeting room and fought the previous leadership to unconsciousness... then killed them... That was different, though.
She hoped that was different, at least. She didn't have a lot of time to spend on the alien, not with the preparations already under way.
"Not too closely, I hope." Rosemary mused her vague threat aloud after sending a quick telepathic message to one of the nearby servants. She would normally do such a thing herself, but this seemed a little more important at the moment. Continuing to smirk at the Arcosian named Mint, she made her way to the newly rebuilt throne and took her seat, careful not to sit on her cape and tear the damn thing again. "So, what've you found out already? I'm sure our war isn't that interesting to your people."
Seconds later, a young Saiyan woman came in quickly with the item she was ordered to retrieve: an unopened bottle of extremely strong whiskey. Its scent filled the large room quickly soon after the queen had opened it, and the first couple of drinks went down smooth as spring water. She flashed the servant girl a quick smile and waved her away before turning her attention back to the alien with a more relaxed posture.
"Yes I don't try to beat around the bush you will find. Lucky for you my emperor is a kind man. He looks at both sides with a fair lens. Not assuming that because one party landed that they should be culled." Mint would love to have the leverage over the queen. Unlike the tuffles, he didn't have the smoking gun in Yangcong. So instead he'd handle it in this manner. He'd use the fact they came to this planet and took it unrightfully as his claim. Of course, if you were strong you had the right to take whatever the hell you wanted. But that was not an opinion he needed to share with the queen. No, he'd let her squirm at the thought that her little new empire could crumble by not her own mistakes but her ancestors.
As for her words he waved, "No we look quite closely at all of this. We wanna make the right decision for ourselves and the people of this planet. You will find the Arcosain empire is quite belovent." With Azoth at the helm, it might as well be. Evil beware, the Emperor will scourge you all. And with his almighty abilities who could stop him. Even he at his best would only have an inking of a chance to overcome the emperor. Mint eyes followed as the queen sat down on her throne, assuming a dominant position in the conversation before she asked what he had found. "Well, a lot actually. As you can imagine we are aware of how this all started but also of a few recent events. But I'll start with a question of my own curiosity. What does Yangcong mean to you? You know of the man yes? He claimed to be a saiyan warrior and a tuffle. Really an enigma but he was the first to arrive to the Arcose with any news of this war." Now to wait for the response.
Quite lucky for her, indeed, Rosemary thought to herself from behind her very tasty bottle. It was an import, the good stuff, but alas... It just wasn't quite as strong as Saiyan whiskey. She would have to do something about that, she shrugged as the alien continued to speak. A few choices of the Arcosian's words struck a chord each, but she remained quiet about the particular phrase "make the right decision for the people of this planet." She didn't much like the notion of anyone else deciding anything for her people, and it showed in her eyes and the way her tail flexed irritatingly.
However, the words never came, silenced instead by her drink and listening.
"Yangcong?" The queen did speak when she was asked a direct question, however. Her hand listed lazily, the bottle hanging by its neck from her nearly fully extended arm. Did she remember that na- Ah, right. "Ah, yes. The would-be conqueror who saw fit to attack this city under the guise of a peace treaty. Sadly, I didn't speak with him much, not before I personally buried him underneath the very ground you walk on." A single chuckle followed, joined by a tuft of smoke that rose from the hybrid's mouth and disappeared slowly into the air above. Her smile betrayed naught but confidence and bravado, and that she knew she had the upper hand here.
After all, she had defeated the greatest Tuffle they had ever seen... With some help, of course. She and even another of her soldiers even matched, and possibly surpassed, his raw power already. Though she did still have a few questions about the Hellish magic he'd used, they were questions she likely would never get answers to. Oh well...
"Let me help with your decision there, Ambassador Mint." A slightly mocking tone filled the title she had deemed fit to give to the visitor. "The greatest sin that any Saiyan can commit is to interfere with another's fight. It is both an insult and an admission of weakness to do so. Call it... our culture. If you promise to keep your warriors off my planet, then I will gladly speak with your emperor, after we have ended this war." Her eyes watched the alien carefully, like a predator looking for any opening to attack her prey.
"Does this sound fair?" Without taking her eyes from Mint, she raised the bottle back to her lips for another drink and tipped it almost parallel to the ground.
Mint could see the slight reactions in the woman, he couldn't help and crack a grin at it. It was fun to see her look a bit flustered. She must have felt quite good when he walked in. Still, pissing her off was not his intention o be here, it was a side benefit. What came more important was getting business done. When he was asked by Yangcong she seemed to be somewhat aware of him. He apparently attacked this city under the guise of peace. However, he ended up being killed by the saiyan. He must have underestimated her. The last time Mint remember Yangcong was not too weak. So that did speak volumes of Rosemary's strength. Guess that at least proved she could be queen. "I see, well he was a fool it seemed. He played himself too open many times. He could have been a big problem for a lot of people. However, I think his arrogance overcame his vast intelligence." As mocking as he had been to Yangcong in the past he was at least not fully incompetent. He'd come up with a good idea but he always seemed to push his leverage a bit too far. That was Mint's own experience with the now-deceased tuffle.
Anyway, Mint listened as Rosemary claimed that in saiyan culture infringing in a fight would not be welcomed. If he promised to keep warriors off the planet, then she'd speak with his emperor after the war ended. Mint cracked a grin as he looked at Rosemary. "Oh, that is very interesting. But as I said, we are deciding if we are working with either the tuffles or saiyans. If we come along after you destroy the tuffles we don't get much of a choice to make. Of course, I can be persuaded to agree with your little Prospal. But it almost sounds like you don't want us to be here because you worried. I can assure you that there is not much to fear. I'm only the third strongest Afterall. You can be open and honest in your intentions with me." Mint raised his arms stretching them out as he looked right at Rosemary.
While they could certainly agree in how they viewed the dead Tuffle conqueror, it seemed that was as far as their agreements could go. Rosemary's eyes hardened further as she listened to the alien explain more intricacies of why he was here, and what the Arcosian empire was planning, in general. Had he given away too much by mistake, or was it all a carefully planned drip of information to bring down her guard? She couldn't be entirely sure...
However, that didn't mean she liked what she'd heard come out of his mouth. Slowly, she lowered her bottle and swallowed the bit still in her mouth without fully savoring the flavors.
"I see what's going on here." The queen's voice was a little more flat, though she hadn't yet decided to change her posture. While Mint was busying himself with posturing, she had remained somewhat relaxed as she soaked in the information she was being given. "You've already decided that you want a fight. You just need to find someone to fight against, and a reason to do so that won't make you look bad." Anger began to swell up inside of her, and at the very corners of the alien's mind, she began to scratch and claw with those very same emotions.
"So, you're not really interested in either us or the Tuffle, then? If you wanted us as allies because of our strength, there wouldn't be a decision to make; same goes for the Tuffle's scientific achievements, and possibly their weapons. So, your emperor wants something else... Something that's here, but we're in the way of." She watched him ever more closely, as the air around them grew heavy and thick with the tension building in the room. "What could Arcose want on Plant enough to throw themselves into a war where they have no connections to either side?"
A small, playful whine had built gradually in her voice, joined by more smoke that rose from the corner of her mouth and hung in the air overhead. The predator eyed her prey, circling it as she tested its reactions. She had heard all she'd needed to by this point, and didn't think that she could be wrong about Mint.
What did an empire do, after all?
Rosemary uses Dark Whispers to telepathically invoke her anger in Mint's mind, as an intimidation tactic and natural response. Any effect this has is up to the player.
Mint snorted as Rosemary claim. She seemed to believe that he was here to fight. While he'd no doubt enjoy testing himself against a strong for that was not why he was here. "It seems that my words have angered you. That is a real shame. But that is how it is sometimes. Words seemed to be able to hurt some people just as much as a sharp stick. Really you have to wonder if they would have thicker skin." Mint words came off in a slight mocking. He was having a bit too much fun with this. However, as he was saying all of this he could feel his emotion tempting him. Keep on this mocking charade. It almost seemed like it was not his own thoughts but no, that was impossible. Everything he thought was his own.
Mint just stare at Rosemary as she began to believe that perhaps there was a reason they wanted this planet. That it was not about picking aside. If only that was the reason. "This dirtball? It has very little importance. What has importance is my Emperor is building up his empire. Integrating new allies is a wise thing to do in such an endeavor. Furthermore, he wants to create a peaceful empire. How can you have peace if two sides on a planet wage a dangerous war that can span the galaxy if given the chance? No, I think that has to stop too. So I must view both sides." He didn't mention the emperor. Maybe the air got to him a bit because now he was being a little cockier. He was looking for himself. He'd tell Azoth what he thought and he was damn well sure he'd listen. Afterall, Mint knew what hew as talking about!
There it was; the reason for this visit to her throne room. The words that shone light on why exactly Arcose would suddenly be interested in Plant, of all places. She was right, most importantly. They were after the planet, to expand their empire, and couldn't give less of a damn about who actually lived on it. It wasn't necessarily a reason she could blame them for, but it did anger her to think about. She, and more importantly, her people, were not to be pawns of someone else!
"Now that," Rosemary huffed another tuft of smoke. "That's something we can agree on. This war has to end, and is going to end." Her face twisted itself into a smug grin, one which shouted of how she had just won. The predator closed in tighter, and brought her bottle near for another drink. It tasted somehow sweeter than before, as her eyes glinted at the alien.
"In the interest of peace, we'll sit down and talk over the terms of a partnership between our people. If your emperor likes, we can make a big show of it, even. Until then, I will not tolerate a single soldier of yours stepping foot in my territory. This war is between us and the Tuffle. I'm sure your people wouldn't appreciate being made to fight in it over something like empire building." She paused for a moment, and flexed her telepathic abilities to test him again. She couldn't be sure, but if she was having an effect on Mint, then he wasn't showing it much.
Or, she could be affecting him a great deal. He might just be the smug sort.
"Is that all, Ambassador Mint?" She taunted him with the title and a smirk again. Then her powers relaxed, and the anger boiling unnaturally at the edges of the Arcosian's mind cooled. The hunt had come to an end.
Mint nodded glancing at Rosemary as she seemed to believe the war would end, it would be over soon enough. That was the hope anyway. "We will see. The tuffles seem to be pretty tough. But you saiyans do seem to be tougher." Mint shrugged. He didn't much care who won both sides had their advantages and disadvantages. But for Azoth he imagined he likes the sophisticated tuffles more as opposed to the barbaric saiyans. He was more in line with the latter. He thought the empire would need allies who were strong fighters. Then again, many saiyans may side with Ise. Mint wondered where in all she might have been. Maybe she had some sort of relation with saiyans on this planet? It was a question he had to consider.
Rosemary still talked a big game through all of this. But he was more thinking of the politics of each side. How each side would interact with the Arcosian empire and whoever was emperor. Afterall Azoth's position was not guaranteed. "There not my people. They are the Emperor's people. He will do as he will. I'll let him know you are open to negotiating with him. But as I said he is a far different man from me. He is a kind soul. Unlike me of course, he will probably be more of your speed. Someone that might roll with your suggestions." Mint would grin lightly. But yes seemed most of the things were done here. "I think that is what I wanted to talk about first. Now I'm curious about how you got your throne. You must have had to face a quite powerful foe to do just that." Now he needed to gauge the saiyans full strength and this was the best way to start.
Fortunately, the alien seemed to accept her position on the matter at last. It simply wasn't something that she was willing to budge on, both for the cultural reasons she'd stated and for... others. The fewer moving pieces in all of this, the better, she thought. Her smirk briefly widened into a small smile; she felt amused by his attempts to build up her ego now, of all times. However, it wasn't something she would necessarily object to.
"In a sense, I suppose." Rosemary breathed another fine trail of smoke that quickly dissipated into the air just in front of her face. "We're very stubborn, you know. Killing the Tuffle alone isn't enough to get someone the throne. We have traditions to uphold, even in times like these. Just this morning, I've had to fight off four challengers who would take all of this away from me simply because of this." She gestured briefly to the horns protruding from the top of her scalp.
"Is it any different on your planet? How does one take control of an empire?" Just like that, she turned the question back around to Mint without giving what she thought was too much information. She'd never done anything sneaky or against their code of honor, anyways. her challenge had happened officially, and in full view of the palace's guards.
Mint listened as Rosemary explained the throne was something that was challenged for, it was a part of the tradition. Just this morning, she had to face four challenges. "I see, well that makes sense. They must feel you invalidate their rights not being a full saiyan. But I find that foolish. I am not an expert of the saiyan rights for ruling, but it is ruled by the strongest yes? The Strongest Saiyan should lead their people to victory, and if they are not the strongest then the one who is should arrive and overcome them. Frankly using the idea someone is not of pure blood as a way to discredit them seems rather foolish. Strength is what matters. As long as your the strongest you will keep ruling." Mint waved his hand. He had been seen as invalid by his father to rule his criminal empire, because of his weakness in his youth. So he could somewhat understand where Rosemary come in that regard. Being disregarded for a position of power based on something you couldn't control.
Rosemary then asked how the Arcosian empire worked did they have the same policy. "I suppose. It used to be more of a bureaucracy. But the last Emperor vanished. As a result, there was a brief civil war. Two factions waging to find who would rule Arcose. I was in the middle of that little arrangement. One side won out that being our new Emperor Azoth. He killed the old guard in the General Hibernal. It was a real shame. Both of them could have worked together but they were so far apart in many ways that they refused. In the end, one had to die though." Mint waved his hand, "But that does not matter. Now I serve Lord Azoth. Afterall, I believe in being loyal to one's people above all us. Do you not agree?"
Rosemary's smile stretched and grew into a more twisted sneer, joined thereafter by a chuckle as Mint explained his position on the matter. Was he truly giving his opinion, or just stroking her ego some more? To be honest, she didn't care at this particular moment. It was interesting to think that they had this much common ground after the previous few minutes of conversation. Her smile died back down to a more casual appearance while he continued, and she found herself a little enraptured by the story he told.
"Very much, yes." She leaned back in her seat a bit more, and breathed another tuft of smoke from the corner of her mouth. One leg raised and propped itself on the other, and she treated herself to another brief taste of the whiskey in her hand. "It's a shame when old talent has to make way for the new, but that's just the way of the world. If we grew stagnant for too long, the gods might decide to give things a push themselves just to move us along." Another, darker chuckle escaped her.
"But, we must do what's best for our people above all else. To do anything less... Well, it's just cruel, and it can lead to such situations as you see around you: a half-century of war and nothing but a ruined planet to show for it. There's neither room nor time for poor leaders in this life." For just a moment, her smug look of defensiveness and power had taken a turn towards the philosophical, only to be ruined again by another drink from her bottle.
"What do you think of all this, Ambassador Mint?" She followed. "Do you agree with your emperor's decision to get involved in our conflict?"
Mint nodded as Rosemary made a point, that the old would one day be pushed away from the young. He was not young himself, he was growing old. He had lived for over 250 years. He was already heading towards the deeper ends of middle age. Eventually, he'd be one of those old figures. But in the time he had left at the peak of his abilities, in his prime, he would stake his claim on the world. His own claim. Whether that was the high-ranking member of Azoth's empire remained to be seen. But rest assured he'd planned to stand and be at the top. "Yes, the old do have to move aside when the time comes. If you're not getting stronger, keeping your mind sharp then someone hungry for that position will take it for you. They will rip it from here your hands of surrender or the cold hands of death. Either way will suit them I imagine."
As for her next question, she seemed to want to know if he agreed with Azoth's choice to enter this war. Mint smirked a bit, "I don't think I ever said he has joined yet. For all, I know he may decide to stay out of the way. It was merely something I remember him suggesting. After we meet Yangcong of course. He told us about this little war going on and I suppose he came to this planet once. I decided after his rise to membership, that it was high time I did the same. To give my opinions on the matter to him. Afterall, I want to be very helpful to my new emperor." Mint bowed his head to Rosemary.