Post by Yangcong on Sept 5, 2021 20:44:49 GMT -5
Flashback
Mid afternoon with clear skies, cheers, fist pumping, claps, and whistles could all be heard as Commander Garrick's unit had just arrived back from a mission. They had successfully destroyed five laboratories and chased off the tuffles from there. Destroying all of their hard earn work. Commander Garrick walked adamantly and stern, looking as serious one could be. Beside him was a much younger Yangcong with a black goatee, teal saiyan armor outfit with orange chest plate, and few soldiers behind the both of them. The saiyans that were cheering at the group knew them by name and how powerful Garrick's unit was compared to the others.
Present
Darken skies and a light rain, the atmosphere was tense and the people had felt a familiar power level come before them. However it was much different, cheers were coming their way. Whistles!, clapping!, tears of joy! Yangcong had his beard unkept, his hair long, his brown robe tattered and covered in grime and dirt. The fugitive looked like a former shell, the wanted man looked like an ancient saiyan that didn't have the up to date uniforms. His gray tail was wiggling from side to side and as they got closer and Yangcong's handcuffs were locked in front of him. The crowd started to show their disliking towards Yangcong. Spit was thrown his way and avoiding Taori entirely. Rotten tomatos were thrown on his robe and cheek. The once praised spy was a traitor to his own people and nothing but his eyes lowered to a deep sadness. One of the citizens, even came up and punched Yangcong straight in his cheek, causing him to collapse on his side and some blood escaping his mouth. Yangcong was dazed, weakened, and covered in mud. His vision was blurry and he got right back up and waited to move forward.