Shredded Report Feb 2, 2022 17:21:58 GMT -5
Post by Vocado on Feb 2, 2022 17:21:58 GMT -5
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It was quiet in the palace proper.
Usually there was chaos. In the good sort of way. Conversations happening here or there, training being conducted and plans being formulated. Tonight there was no such chatter. It was eerily silent. Most of the populace was busy celebrating an old Saiyan holiday, including some of Taori’s highest ranking guardsmen. Not like he needed it, though. He was a Super Saiyan, after all.
Vocado sat patiently in the war room. It was a simple little place; maps adorned each of the walls of the rectangular room, carved into the very stonework, and a long table ran along the length of its center. Chandeliers hung quietly from the ceiling, electronic lights of some make or another buzzing away endlessly.
Nobody else was here. Not tonight. No royal advisors or war generals. Just Vocado. Did that make him important? He wasn’t sure. Taori never granted him an official title, so he’d always assumed that he amounted to little more than the captain of the Shredder Corp. Maybe that’d change tonight.
But that wasn’t why he was here. Battle plans needed to be made. With the recent change in management on Arcose and the rumblings of reforms on Earth, it was time to decide who their eggs lay with, if anyone at all.
He was sure he knew Taori’s thought process: strike at the biggest dog in the yard. Let the whole galaxy know the Saiyans aren’t to be pushed around.
For now, though, Vocado just waited, hands on the table as he leaned over it. Documents were strewn about, written about and signed by people he didn’t care much to learn more of.
”Come on, Taori. Where are you…?”