Post by Otherworld Yangcong on Mar 19, 2021 0:08:59 GMT -5
The war effort in trying to invade Planet Plant for the benefit of survival for the whole species was crucial to say the least. Yangcong's Father, used his military soldiers and overall squadron to get his own family into safety. Yangcong was around the age of ten. He was sitting in his private quarters, scared and worrying about the means to traveling to a new planet. Planet Koosho was the only planet that Yangcong had now been living in for the past ten years. However that Planet too had its problems, so much so that the saiyans had to evacuate it as well. Yangcong's father had entered the room, bulky and strong, his father looked so intimidating that it made Yangcong stand up straight like a soldier. His missing left eye was a symbol that war was fucking hell. Yangcong's father knew that the boy was scared and had immediately got to his eye level and patted his shoulder.
"We will be going to a new planet Yangcong, where we won't have any mercenary invaders or natural disasters cause us to leave. Everything will go just as planned. We will land on the planet and take care of the enemy. We are the last set of saiyans to land on the planet."
He rose to his feet and smirked, as he left the room. Yangcong's mother had waited in the hallway and had her arms folded across her chest. She was a tuffle and was covered head to toe with tuffle gear that she had acquired.
"You really want to take over the Planet that I grew up on?"
Yangcong's father had stopped for a moment, he knew this conversation was bound to come up at some point and he calmly sighed to himself.
"Our leader believes that this planet will fully sustain our way of life permanently. Truth be told we have been on a constant struggle against the Herans lately and we figured that the tuffles technology and home world would be the best option to preserve our lives. We may be mercenaries but so are they. Our rivalries seem like it won't end."
Yangcong's mother just shook her head in disbelief.
"If my parents were still alive, would you really continue this war effort against the planet?"
Yangcong's father had looked down in sorrow for a second, and then with fire in his eyes he stared back.
"I don't have a choice in the matter. Right now, we need to find a new planet. The Herans have already...."
He had paused for a moment, hiding his tears.
"Killed my best friend already. I have to make this bold move with the remaining men that I got and push forward to advance and take over the planet. If I don't, the saiyans that are already fighting on the war effort will die. If I don't do something, our son may die early on."
Yangcong's mother had touched her chest for a second and looked into the room at Yangcong laying in bed trying to sleep as the door was slightly cracked opened. Yangcong had walked passed her and she had turned towards him and lightly grabbed his wrist.
"Promise me that you will survive."
He continued to walk as he hesitated for a second. That was a promise he just couldn't keep. A few hours had passed and the remaining soldiers on the planet had left and went straight to Planet Plant for the invasion. Yangcong's father was in charge of the mission and spoke into the microphone to the saiyans that are on the field below.
"This is Commander Yeven. My squadron has arrived to help the war effort."
Static could be heard and finally another voice.
"Commander Yeven, this is Lord [Redacted], my orders for you is to head straight to the small city in the west. For some reason the tuffles haven't been coming from that side. I want you and your men to claim the territory and hold it down for us."
"I understand."
After two hours had passed, they had landed on the city and all of the soldiers started to search building by building, for some strange reason the entire city was empty with no organic sign of life. Yangcong's father was at the center of the city with his son and wife and a few soldiers around them. He had spoken into his scouter.
"Lord [Redacted], We cannot sense or find any tuffles in this city. Perhaps they have moved towards your location in order to provide more man power."
"No that's impossible, the tuffles population is much greater than ours at the moment. I have more troopers coming in a few hours."
Yangcong's father had looked to the sky and three massive size missiles was coming straight to the city.
"What the hell is..."
Yangcong's father had spotted the missiles just in time and looked to his son and wife and a nearby manhole. He picked them up and forced them into the manhole.
"GO NOW!"
They hurried inside and Yangcong's father had looked at his son and calmly touched his face.
"You will be okay I promise."
He had closed the manhole and turned himself into his ape form. The missiles had hit and the destron gas had covered the entire city. Yangcong's father and his entire squadron was wiped out by the gas. As the gas had soon subsided. Yangcong and his mother had traveled the sewer system. Soon, they found themselves out of the city and to a forest. They both could sense that Yangcong's father didn't make it. As they traveled through the forest, they encountered one of the tuffle's cities. Two tuffle soldiers had stood at the gates and aimed their rifles at the boy and mother. One of the soldiers spoke.
"Its just a tuffle and her son. For a second we tho-"
The tuffle soldier had spotted Yangcong's tail and immediately aimed their rifles back at the boy.
"He's a saiyan!"
The mother had blocked her son from view and opened her arms wide.
"Wait, he's my son!"
The other soldier had spoken.
"Based on their direction, it looks like they came from the city we just attacked. We have to eliminate them, tuffle or not."
They began to fire their guns and Yangcong's mother had grabbed her son and easily dodged their blast rifles. She headed straight into the woods and the two tuffles soldiers were right behind her. Yangcong had looked to his mother and was scared.
"What are we going to do?"
About that time, Lord [REDACTED] and a few saiyan soldiers had arrived and had taken out the tuffle soldiers with ease. The Lord looked at the both of them and smiled.
"Come, we have established a city in the far South. You and your boy will be safe."
They both were now in the city in the far South.
On Planet Plant the resistance was strong and both sides saw conflict and dramatic life event changes on both sides. When the ambush had happened and the bad news came to Rukkora's doorstep she didn't know how to take the news. The tuffle wife of a fallen soldier had collapsed to the ground. The money that her husband had acquired and the death proceeds from it, would be more than enough to stable the family for generations to come due to Yeven living the life of basic necessities and not spending his money on high end stuff. Yangcong was in the backyard of the house just training day in and day out punching and kicking at a gigantic oak tree. Rukkora didn't know how to break the news. She stood on the backend of the porch and looked at the tired Yangcong.
"Yangcong, can you come here."
"Your father didn't make it out of the city that we were in. There were no other survivors....."
After the news was told to him, he had collapsed and cried. A few months had passed and now he was wearing the typical saiyan uniform that every child would wear just before heading over to the military. His mother Rukkora couldn't let him go and continued to hug him.
"Mom you have to let me go."
She held back her tears and let her boy go. During this time period, if a family member didn't allow their child to enlist, they would face a prison sentence until the war was over and the son would go into the foster care system which ultimately were sent to the frontline of the war effort. Yangcong was now on a hover bus filled with new recruits. He was excited and determined to make his family proud. Upon arriving at the station, he lined up with the rest of the saiyan candidates. Each were interviewed and process, and now it was Yangcong's turn.
"What is your name, your age, your race, and what job position do you want?"
"My name is Yangcong, i'm 11, i'm a hybrid, my mom is a tuffle and my father was a saiyan, and the job I want is to be an infantryman."
"Alright, take your gear and get to the training grounds."
Upon arriving each of the candidates were tested to see how they would fair in combat. Yangcong was the worst student they had received, no power to speak of and on top of that, he couldn't enter the ape transformation despite having a tail. This had made the drill instructors curious at first but they had came to the conclusion. They had pulled him to the side and told him.
"I'm sorry son, but we can't have you here in this unit."
"But why?"
"You may have a saiyan tail, but you have the genes of your mother as well, which is why you can't transform. I'm sorry but, we can't take you. You will end up dead before you could even pose a threat to anyone. My advice for you, is to enter the counter intelligence department."
"The counta, the county, the count.... um."
"Just head over back to the lady you spoke with earlier and she will tell you all about it."
Yangcong had went back to the interview room and the woman had interviewed him again.
"The counter intelligence department is for those who won't ever see the frontline. They are behind the scenes type where they go out and scout known tuffle campsites and gather intel and brings it back to us. They let us know how many soldiers they have, what technology they currently have, and what countermeasures we can do to prevent all that."
"But I want to be on the frontlines, where I can make a true change. I don't want to do scouting or anything like that. I want to make a difference!"
She had placed her index finger to her lip, finally looking at her computer.
"Well the spy division is coming up. If you're interested?"
"Spy?"
"Yes, the Spy division is in charge of entering the enemy territory and sometimes they stay within a few days to months to even years. They are developed all around and only a select few are chosen. It's a life or death situation and is very dangerous. At times, your commanding officer may order you to end the life of an important figure head or abandon the operation all together. Are you interested in joining?"
"Yes I am."
Yangcong was placed in the spy training grounds, where the lead drill instructor began to speak up.
"Welcome you maggots, I hope you are ready. 100 of you stand here before me. We are looking for only ten of you. The rest will be kicked out of the program. Now I will go over the procedure that you will go through.
The first task we will put you one by one in a crowded room. You will then have to tell us who is watching you. There can be one person watching you or more than that.
The second task you will have to spot a target of interest that we will let you know who it is. Your job will be to identify them and make sure you aren't spotted by them. They won't know its you, so they will be blinded by that information.
and finally the third task, your job will be to eliminate an android without him spotting you or seeing where you are coming from. Any questions?"
No one had spoke and all had understood the rules.
"Good, only ten of you will be selected and the others will be thrown out of the program."
A few years had passed and the 18 year old Yangcong was now being prepared and ready for his first mission. He would working for a tuffle council member and being a 'personal guard' for him as he made his way to a small city. As they sat inside a horse carriage, the tuffle council member looked at Yangcong and smiled.
"Is it your first time as a personal escort for a council member?"
Yangcong had shifted his eyes to the man and smirked as he folded his arms across his chest.
"No sir, I have done many escorts for both sides. Many would think I am from a mercenary faction, but I serve under House Joki."
"House Joki, I see, they are one of the strongest Houses in this region."
"That's right."
"And if you don't mind me asking, what is your stance in terms of the war effort between the tuffles and saiyans?"
"I don't have a particular standing since i'm a hybrid. We hybrids tend to be indifferent about the whole matter."
"Do you believe it will end soon?"
"Tuffles have technology that keeps advancing as the years pass, while the saiyans are left to search elsewhere or from rogue tuffles that will sell or trade for it. It's all politics and if you ask me, this is a senseless war.
House Joki for instance, doesn't care for the war effort since we are a House. No matter if the tuffles win the war, the Houses wouldn't be disbanded and just claim allegiance to the new order. Houses only care for local politics not a galactic one. Even so, we have our own problems more or less when it comes to this war effort. Though most Houses don't involve themselves with the galactic politics."
"I see.."
They had arrived at the council meeting and the tuffle councilor had turned to face Yangcong.
"You can wait here, this will be a private meeting and will only take an hour."
"Alright, that's fine by me."
As the tuffle councilor had turned around, Yangcong had slipped in a recording device into his robe pocket. As he entered the place and had his meeting, Yangcong was listening in and recording the information via scouter. As the meeting had ended, the councilor had arrived back and Yangcong was now pressed up against the carriage and had his arms folded.
"Back already?"
"Ah yes, it was much quicker than expected. Only thirty minutes. I hope you weren't too bored over here."
"I just admired the purple trees here."
As they headed back to the councilor's main city. An ambush had taken place and the guards along with Yangcong had left the carriage and the councilor was now standing behind Yangcong. The ambushers had quickly eliminated the guards without hesitation and Yangcong had now turned his direction towards the councilor.
"Well, looks like you're outnumbered now."
Yangcong had looked to his fellow squad members and walked away from the group.
"Make sure the body is erased and this carriage. I have information that I have to report back to the Captain."
The squad members had understood and the case was closed for his first mission. Being a spy always had its risked and rewards.
continuing on the years he was now in House Joki's estate. Lord Joki had a surprise for him and he couldn't wait to tell him about it.
"I have a mission for you. It seems like another House is doing business with another. They both are Lords trying to work together to plot my downfall. I need you to kill the invited guest Lord. Doing so will further help our cause."
Yangcong understood and was ready.
A new suit and this time around, his hair was groomed to where he looked more modern and well kept than he had previously before. He came downstairs and stood next to the other three house workers and one of the royal guards being in front of them and finally speaking since all of them were now here.
"This dinner is very important to our Lord. The deal breaker for House Rekage and House Morkov is the upmost importance for today. If anything goes wrong today, your heads are on the line. So let's make our Lord proud today. Now you each have a task that the Lord has personally assigned you."
He handed them each a piece of paper and Yangcong's paper read "Waiter". The guest had arrived and all of them were greeted appropriately to their titles. Yangcong having served as a right hand of the Lord, knew the terms and terminology when addressed such royals. The guest looked at the saiyan quite oddly, since it wasn't normal for his kind to be servants. As he poured one of the advisors a very expensive wine, the advisor had looked towards the direction of Yangcong.
"Mr Yangcong? right? if I may ask, you served under the Saiyan Military before?"
"That's right, I served as a delivery man."
The room started to burst out of laughter, so much so that the advisor had tipped the man.
"My word, I never knew a saiyan to be a comedian."
Yangcong had smirked and had moved on to the next guest. The guest Lord had looked to the other Lord and smiled.
"Where on Kami did you find this man?"
The Lord kept his composure and continued the lie.
"He was one of the mercenaries that blew up that planet that I told you about. I tracked him down and hired him into the House."
The guest Lord's eyes had widen in mere shock.
"Ah, is that where he had received his comedy skills from? My word I would have never guessed it in all of a million you know."
The guest Lord then began to think about it after rubbing his chin.
"That is pretty strange that his duties are a butler? His power level seems to guess that he's more built for fighting."
The Lord smirked and simply shrugged his shoulders.
"He's not only a butler, but he's a royal guard as well, disguised as a butler."
The guest Lord seemed even more impressed.
"You know, that is very smart. I never thought to have undercover guards when traveling about or even in my own palace. I can tell we are going to have a good time together."
The wine had ran out and Yangcong headed back to the kitchen. After searching the counters, he just couldn't find it.
"Where is the wine?"
One of the tuffles that was busy and rushing the food order had overlooked his shoulder to spot a wondered worker.
"Yes, you will have to go down those stairs in the cellar. It's in the cabinet case, You can't miss it."
Yangcong going downstairs and shaking his head, ultimately frustrated that he was made to look like some type of royal guard to the guest, along with everyone laughing at his heroic deed. As the automatic lights had turned on, he looked around and at the corner of his eye, he spotted a rat licking a green substance on the ground. After seconds later, the rat had twitched and dying on the spot. He looked to where the green liquid had came from and it was from the sewer drain that was close to the rat. He headed over to the liquid and began to wipe the green liquid with a paper towel and stuffing it in his plastic gloves. He then headed to the wine cabinet case and picking up the bottle of wine. He started to hear the approach of footsteps and it was non other than Viper who was shocked to see Yangcong down here.
"Ah, I didn't expect to see you down here?"
Yangcong placing the wine bottle on the silver plate.
"I came here to get more wine for the guest."
Viper had chuckled and placing both his hands to his hips and shook his head as he headed straight to the opened wine cabinet and opening another bottle from it, drinking some of it.
"Ah finally learning your place in the world huh? Hehehe for shame."
Yangcong brushed him off and shook his head as he walked back up the steps. Viper had waved him away as he continued to drink the wine. As he was now upstairs, he looked at the tired and exhausting tuffle chef who was knee deep in sweat. The tuffle looked exhausted and Yangcong took the opportunity to casually bumped into him and casually impacting his elbow onto the tuffles' neck. Knocking him out momentarily and Yangcong pulling out the paper towel green liquid and squeezing it into the cooking dish that the tuffle was almost finished with. Afterwards he burned the paper towel to ashes, along with the gloves he wore. Grabbing a new pair and finally waking the tuffle up from the floor.
"Hey hey! What are you doing sleeping on the ground? We have the Lord guest remember?"
The tuffle chef woke up with a second wind and got to his duty.
"Ah yes right sorry. Um, go tell them that the food will take a few more minutes!"
Yangcong coming back with the wine and placing it on the table. The guest Lord looked to Yangcong with a drunken face.
"Hey hey, look who it is. It's the comedian saiyan!"
Yangcong giving the man a fake smile and serving him more wine since he had requested it by placing it in front of him.
"I hope you are enjoying the wine and the food will be coming out shortly."
The man nodded and the other two tuffles that were there, heard the message and headed straight to the kitchen where they began to get ready to get the food. Yangcong stood there with the wine in his silver plate and about that time, the food was coming out and it smelled as lovely as ever. The drunken advisor who was the most drunk out of his mind, began to dig into the food with high intense speed. Within seconds, his body began to twitched to the point where he collapsed to the ground and finally dying on the spot. The royal guards had rushed in, everyone stood from their seats in shock, and the Lord was pissed. The dinner was cancelled and another meeting was now taken placed. It involved the three houseworkers and Yangcong. The Lord had his index finger curled and to his upper lip as he began pacing, with so much anger in his look and body, he looked to the four of them.
"What the hell happened!!"
The chef was mainly being stared at due to him being the cook.
"I have no idea sir, I have cooked it the way I have cooked it before!"
The Lord looked to the Chef in anger and the chef tried to put blame on Yangcong.
"Why am I the suspect here? What about him! He just got here?!"
The Lord had been reminded of this and he focused his attention on Yangcong.
"I served the wine not the food. So how am I blamed for this? He didn't die because of the wine, everyone had drank the wine and all were fine. It's the food you served that caused all this. If I had cooked the food and served it, I would understand why the Lord would look at me."
The Lord had refocused his attention back at the tuffle Chef, and without even having evidence at all, agreed with Yangcong ultimately. The chef was executed and the guest Lord was told what had happened. Later on that night, Yangcong was in his quarters and as he finished taking his shower and looking at the mirror, all he could think about was the mission at hand.
The next few days had passed and Yangcong was in the living room and cleaning the wine glasses one by one. Viper had shown up and planted his butt onto the leather arm rest chair built for one person.
"Don't mind if I seat here and watch ya?"
Yangcong looking over his shoulder and simply responded to the man.
"I don't mind at all."
Viper leaned the chair back and added the recliner, resting his feet up and looking at Yangcong now upside down.
"I heard about the execution of the tuffle Chef. Seems to me that I guess tuffles can be monsters as well as saiyans."
Yangcong continued his duties and looking over his shoulder.
"Not everyone is a saint."
Viper was going to do something nasty as before, however the Lord had stepped into the room and looked over at Yangcong and then at Viper.
"Viper, leave the room."
Viper getting up from his chair and leaving, the Lord then focused his attention back at Yangcong who had briefly stopped cleaning the glasses as he saw the Lord looking at him with intent to speak with him.
"I want to know, if you would like to be my right hand. After the guest Lord had shown an interest in your strength. I need that strength to help my House."
Yangcong turned to look at the Lord.
"I would but, the tuffle and saiyan war is still ongoing at the moment. I was hired to make sure that your protection secured."
"Please, I need your power to help my House. I will double the payment."
"I would be honored."
A few hours had passed and Yangcong was now a royal guard and his main task was interior duty of the House. He was now working with the royal guard that had also hated Viper and his name is Salat. Salat and Yangcong would walk down the long and narrow corridor.
"Hehe, I'm glad you are a royal guard than a housekeeper. After hearing your story, I would have done the same thing."
Yangcong wore his new saiyan armor uniform with pride and looking over the direction of Salat.
"I would have chosen to help the war effort instead of being here."
Salat had decided to switch topics and back to the main task.
"Our job isn't just walking around idly by, it's to protect from assassinations and internal spies."
Yangcong had raised a brow.
"Internal Spies? Have you had any?"
Salat had chuckled and shook his head in almost disbelief.
"Why do you think the house keepers are a small few now? Those who tried to escape and spies."
"I see, and what does Viper do for this House?"
That name had given Salat a sour taste in his mouth.
"Looking at his armor may make it seem like he's important and can do whatever he wants. But truth be told, he's just hired help. The only reason he's close with the Lord is because him and his father served together long ago. Other than that, that piece of shit holds no true authority around here. Once I find something on him, i'm going to make sure he never steps foot in here again."
Viper had turned the corner and his jaw had dropped with mere shock.
"WHAT THE?! What the hell is this vermin wearing a soldiers uniform?"
Salat had stepped in between the both of them and with his bulky presence known, he pushed Viper softly.
"Fuck off, he's one of us now. Unless you want to end up on the Lords bad side, try something."
Viper had clenched his fist in frustration and walking down the corridor past them. This brought a concern to Yangcong as they continued their walk.
"What if he tries to do something drastic?"
Salat chuckled for a moment.
"He wouldn't be that stupid. The Lord had ultimately chosen you because of your strength. the Lord accepts everyone good or bad to serve him. Anyways, your duties today are to patrol the rooftops of the palace. After that, you will get a break and then off duty."
Yangcong nodded and headed to the roof, where he started his patrol. Another soldier was present and looking at Yangcong, he was surprised to see him. Yangcong continued to do his duty until he was on break and sitting in the break room where he sat and ate his meal. About that time, a robe man had entered the room. He was the Lords advisor and he casually stood near the door.
"I wasn't expecting you here."
The advisor had clearly known and played it off. Yangcong looked at the man and continued to eat.
"Well i'm here eating."
The advisor casually walked over to Yangcong and standing on the opposite end of the table from him.
"I have worked with the Lord for years and out of all the criminals he has brought here into the palace, this is the first he has ever brought a man who is a saiyan military infantry soldier."
Yangcong looked at the advisor and raised a brow.
"Is there a reason the Lord doesn't have his own personal army from the Saiyan Military?"
The advisor pulling out a coin and placing it on the table.
"Loyalty to the saiyan military had always been a factor. Sure you may get some who will betray the military, but you won't have an army. Coin is what our Lord pays in. The criminals he gets, all can be bought with coin. Criminals who have nowhere to go, who want to make a living, come to this House."
"And if someone pays the criminal or criminals with a higher amount?"
"You would think that would work, but throughout my years, I have never seen it happen. They all know that our Lord will always double or triple the amount. So their loyalty will always stay true."
"So why are you here telling me all this?"
"Because out of all the people here, you aren't here for money at all. Just security from your own House and those who are after you. I feel when the day comes where your House will fall, your ties to here will fade. Most who come here wanted to come, you came here because you were forced to. In time, we will see where your loyalties lie Mr Yangcong."
The advisor had grabbed the coin and walked out, having Yangcong sit there and finishing his meal.
a few days had passed and now Yangcong stood at the main hexagon shaped balcony that had overlooked the palace. His arms to his back and a few soldiers behind him, the Lord had stepped inside and now stood beside Yangcong, waving off the other guards to leave them.
“Yangcong, I know this is a delicate subject to ask you. But I would like to make you a permanent soldier and the head of the guards. I have other Lords after me now more than ever. The criminals that once were on my side have faded with time. The coin isn’t what they want anymore and the times are changing rapidly. The Saiyan military is growing stronger and not even my House can do anything about it.”
Yangcong had shifted his eyes to the Lord and kneeled before him.
“I am grateful for the offer, unfortunately I cannot accept it. Commander Garrick has sent word for needing me. I would be gone for some time.”
The Lord was pissed, so much so that he felt like he was being abandoned by Yangcong. He felt that if Yangcong left, he would have lost a valuable strong asset in his House. Going off emotion, he tried to pull out his sword that was concealed within his cane. A blur motion had happened and Yangcong now stood behind the Lord and twisting his arm to the point where it broke. The cane was dropped and the Lord had collapsed to the ground.
“You fucking traitor! How dare you lay a hand on me!”
Yangcong had smirked and planting his boot into the man’s stomach.
“I betrayed you since the death of the tuffle Chef. He didn’t poison the advisor, I did.”
Yangcong had walked away and the Lord was so much fumed with the loss of his previous right hand, that he tried to stab Yangcong again with his other arm, only to have his own head sliced off. Yangcong wanting to make sure that no one founded out that it was him that did it, he blasted the palace into ruins along with everyone else. He left and joined Garrick and now enlisted back into the military with his long time friend. A year now had passed...
Yangcong had arrived at his destination, summoned personally to Garrick's chambers not thirty minutes prior. He knocked out of respect, the door creaking open as the faint glimpse of a fluttering cape was visible out on the balcony. "Come in," A gruff voice rang out, prompting the spy to step forward and make his way over. It was silent for a minute, the much larger and imposing man staring out over the man-made wasteland of Vegeta. Sighing for a moment, Yangcong was offered a canned beer - not quite the drink one would expect a royal AND a general to indulge in.
"Forgive me if I'm mistaken but I'm relatively sure pregnancies only last around nine months," Garrick said, a tinge of humor evident on his voice. "A year is quite a long time to be gone on parental leave you know."
Yangcong took another sip of his drink, eyes drifting to the horizon as he found it difficult to face his commander directly. "You know what happened previously." It was a statement, plain and simple.
"And from that you caused no shortage of headaches for me," Garrick responded idly as he crushed the first can in his palm. "House Joki were searching for you. The tale of a child being there combined with your previous request... Well, I had assumed the worst and it seemed I had been right." His head shook slowly, lingering sadness visible on the man's face. "Blood purists like him are always quick to explode their tempers and even quicker to destroy those they see as inferior. While other Houses made hold similar views, his was of the upmost extreme. Political capital and military might made it difficult to openly move against that man however. You're lucky all of our kind was so preoccupied with the war that snuffing the investigation was even possible."
Indeed, it was something of a miracle that Yangcong stood before Garrick not in chains at a military trial, but an active agent. "Yet I can't say I can fully condone outright murdering him. You may avoid official punishment, but as payment for your crime... You shall be handed one of our more dangerous missions. Ironically that doesn't make it the most important, but I find it necessary to establish a link here anyway. Houses Whistlebelle and Stoneyork, I presume you know of them."
Sensing a shift in the conversation as Garrick moved towards the room, Yangcong slid into a chair - lighting up a cigarette in a puff of flame. "Yes. It seems they are at odds, fighting a battle not on an open field but in the shadows. They hold great power now and their rivalry is dangerous for Saiyan unity."
Garrick grunted, placing his crushed drink on the table as he took a seat opposite of Yangcong. "You'll be infiltrating House Whistlebelle by any means necessary. This is your punishment... And a request by a friend." Yangcong's lips tugged up into a smirk, puffing out a ring of smoke. "As you say, sir, I shall fulfill my punishment... For you, and for Vegeta."
"We will be going to a new planet Yangcong, where we won't have any mercenary invaders or natural disasters cause us to leave. Everything will go just as planned. We will land on the planet and take care of the enemy. We are the last set of saiyans to land on the planet."
He rose to his feet and smirked, as he left the room. Yangcong's mother had waited in the hallway and had her arms folded across her chest. She was a tuffle and was covered head to toe with tuffle gear that she had acquired.
"You really want to take over the Planet that I grew up on?"
Yangcong's father had stopped for a moment, he knew this conversation was bound to come up at some point and he calmly sighed to himself.
"Our leader believes that this planet will fully sustain our way of life permanently. Truth be told we have been on a constant struggle against the Herans lately and we figured that the tuffles technology and home world would be the best option to preserve our lives. We may be mercenaries but so are they. Our rivalries seem like it won't end."
Yangcong's mother just shook her head in disbelief.
"If my parents were still alive, would you really continue this war effort against the planet?"
Yangcong's father had looked down in sorrow for a second, and then with fire in his eyes he stared back.
"I don't have a choice in the matter. Right now, we need to find a new planet. The Herans have already...."
He had paused for a moment, hiding his tears.
"Killed my best friend already. I have to make this bold move with the remaining men that I got and push forward to advance and take over the planet. If I don't, the saiyans that are already fighting on the war effort will die. If I don't do something, our son may die early on."
Yangcong's mother had touched her chest for a second and looked into the room at Yangcong laying in bed trying to sleep as the door was slightly cracked opened. Yangcong had walked passed her and she had turned towards him and lightly grabbed his wrist.
"Promise me that you will survive."
He continued to walk as he hesitated for a second. That was a promise he just couldn't keep. A few hours had passed and the remaining soldiers on the planet had left and went straight to Planet Plant for the invasion. Yangcong's father was in charge of the mission and spoke into the microphone to the saiyans that are on the field below.
"This is Commander Yeven. My squadron has arrived to help the war effort."
Static could be heard and finally another voice.
"Commander Yeven, this is Lord [Redacted], my orders for you is to head straight to the small city in the west. For some reason the tuffles haven't been coming from that side. I want you and your men to claim the territory and hold it down for us."
"I understand."
After two hours had passed, they had landed on the city and all of the soldiers started to search building by building, for some strange reason the entire city was empty with no organic sign of life. Yangcong's father was at the center of the city with his son and wife and a few soldiers around them. He had spoken into his scouter.
"Lord [Redacted], We cannot sense or find any tuffles in this city. Perhaps they have moved towards your location in order to provide more man power."
"No that's impossible, the tuffles population is much greater than ours at the moment. I have more troopers coming in a few hours."
Yangcong's father had looked to the sky and three massive size missiles was coming straight to the city.
"What the hell is..."
Yangcong's father had spotted the missiles just in time and looked to his son and wife and a nearby manhole. He picked them up and forced them into the manhole.
"GO NOW!"
They hurried inside and Yangcong's father had looked at his son and calmly touched his face.
"You will be okay I promise."
He had closed the manhole and turned himself into his ape form. The missiles had hit and the destron gas had covered the entire city. Yangcong's father and his entire squadron was wiped out by the gas. As the gas had soon subsided. Yangcong and his mother had traveled the sewer system. Soon, they found themselves out of the city and to a forest. They both could sense that Yangcong's father didn't make it. As they traveled through the forest, they encountered one of the tuffle's cities. Two tuffle soldiers had stood at the gates and aimed their rifles at the boy and mother. One of the soldiers spoke.
"Its just a tuffle and her son. For a second we tho-"
The tuffle soldier had spotted Yangcong's tail and immediately aimed their rifles back at the boy.
"He's a saiyan!"
The mother had blocked her son from view and opened her arms wide.
"Wait, he's my son!"
The other soldier had spoken.
"Based on their direction, it looks like they came from the city we just attacked. We have to eliminate them, tuffle or not."
They began to fire their guns and Yangcong's mother had grabbed her son and easily dodged their blast rifles. She headed straight into the woods and the two tuffles soldiers were right behind her. Yangcong had looked to his mother and was scared.
"What are we going to do?"
About that time, Lord [REDACTED] and a few saiyan soldiers had arrived and had taken out the tuffle soldiers with ease. The Lord looked at the both of them and smiled.
"Come, we have established a city in the far South. You and your boy will be safe."
They both were now in the city in the far South.
On Planet Plant the resistance was strong and both sides saw conflict and dramatic life event changes on both sides. When the ambush had happened and the bad news came to Rukkora's doorstep she didn't know how to take the news. The tuffle wife of a fallen soldier had collapsed to the ground. The money that her husband had acquired and the death proceeds from it, would be more than enough to stable the family for generations to come due to Yeven living the life of basic necessities and not spending his money on high end stuff. Yangcong was in the backyard of the house just training day in and day out punching and kicking at a gigantic oak tree. Rukkora didn't know how to break the news. She stood on the backend of the porch and looked at the tired Yangcong.
"Yangcong, can you come here."
"Your father didn't make it out of the city that we were in. There were no other survivors....."
After the news was told to him, he had collapsed and cried. A few months had passed and now he was wearing the typical saiyan uniform that every child would wear just before heading over to the military. His mother Rukkora couldn't let him go and continued to hug him.
"Mom you have to let me go."
She held back her tears and let her boy go. During this time period, if a family member didn't allow their child to enlist, they would face a prison sentence until the war was over and the son would go into the foster care system which ultimately were sent to the frontline of the war effort. Yangcong was now on a hover bus filled with new recruits. He was excited and determined to make his family proud. Upon arriving at the station, he lined up with the rest of the saiyan candidates. Each were interviewed and process, and now it was Yangcong's turn.
"What is your name, your age, your race, and what job position do you want?"
"My name is Yangcong, i'm 11, i'm a hybrid, my mom is a tuffle and my father was a saiyan, and the job I want is to be an infantryman."
"Alright, take your gear and get to the training grounds."
Upon arriving each of the candidates were tested to see how they would fair in combat. Yangcong was the worst student they had received, no power to speak of and on top of that, he couldn't enter the ape transformation despite having a tail. This had made the drill instructors curious at first but they had came to the conclusion. They had pulled him to the side and told him.
"I'm sorry son, but we can't have you here in this unit."
"But why?"
"You may have a saiyan tail, but you have the genes of your mother as well, which is why you can't transform. I'm sorry but, we can't take you. You will end up dead before you could even pose a threat to anyone. My advice for you, is to enter the counter intelligence department."
"The counta, the county, the count.... um."
"Just head over back to the lady you spoke with earlier and she will tell you all about it."
Yangcong had went back to the interview room and the woman had interviewed him again.
"The counter intelligence department is for those who won't ever see the frontline. They are behind the scenes type where they go out and scout known tuffle campsites and gather intel and brings it back to us. They let us know how many soldiers they have, what technology they currently have, and what countermeasures we can do to prevent all that."
"But I want to be on the frontlines, where I can make a true change. I don't want to do scouting or anything like that. I want to make a difference!"
She had placed her index finger to her lip, finally looking at her computer.
"Well the spy division is coming up. If you're interested?"
"Spy?"
"Yes, the Spy division is in charge of entering the enemy territory and sometimes they stay within a few days to months to even years. They are developed all around and only a select few are chosen. It's a life or death situation and is very dangerous. At times, your commanding officer may order you to end the life of an important figure head or abandon the operation all together. Are you interested in joining?"
"Yes I am."
Yangcong was placed in the spy training grounds, where the lead drill instructor began to speak up.
"Welcome you maggots, I hope you are ready. 100 of you stand here before me. We are looking for only ten of you. The rest will be kicked out of the program. Now I will go over the procedure that you will go through.
The first task we will put you one by one in a crowded room. You will then have to tell us who is watching you. There can be one person watching you or more than that.
The second task you will have to spot a target of interest that we will let you know who it is. Your job will be to identify them and make sure you aren't spotted by them. They won't know its you, so they will be blinded by that information.
and finally the third task, your job will be to eliminate an android without him spotting you or seeing where you are coming from. Any questions?"
No one had spoke and all had understood the rules.
"Good, only ten of you will be selected and the others will be thrown out of the program."
A few years had passed and the 18 year old Yangcong was now being prepared and ready for his first mission. He would working for a tuffle council member and being a 'personal guard' for him as he made his way to a small city. As they sat inside a horse carriage, the tuffle council member looked at Yangcong and smiled.
"Is it your first time as a personal escort for a council member?"
Yangcong had shifted his eyes to the man and smirked as he folded his arms across his chest.
"No sir, I have done many escorts for both sides. Many would think I am from a mercenary faction, but I serve under House Joki."
"House Joki, I see, they are one of the strongest Houses in this region."
"That's right."
"And if you don't mind me asking, what is your stance in terms of the war effort between the tuffles and saiyans?"
"I don't have a particular standing since i'm a hybrid. We hybrids tend to be indifferent about the whole matter."
"Do you believe it will end soon?"
"Tuffles have technology that keeps advancing as the years pass, while the saiyans are left to search elsewhere or from rogue tuffles that will sell or trade for it. It's all politics and if you ask me, this is a senseless war.
House Joki for instance, doesn't care for the war effort since we are a House. No matter if the tuffles win the war, the Houses wouldn't be disbanded and just claim allegiance to the new order. Houses only care for local politics not a galactic one. Even so, we have our own problems more or less when it comes to this war effort. Though most Houses don't involve themselves with the galactic politics."
"I see.."
They had arrived at the council meeting and the tuffle councilor had turned to face Yangcong.
"You can wait here, this will be a private meeting and will only take an hour."
"Alright, that's fine by me."
As the tuffle councilor had turned around, Yangcong had slipped in a recording device into his robe pocket. As he entered the place and had his meeting, Yangcong was listening in and recording the information via scouter. As the meeting had ended, the councilor had arrived back and Yangcong was now pressed up against the carriage and had his arms folded.
"Back already?"
"Ah yes, it was much quicker than expected. Only thirty minutes. I hope you weren't too bored over here."
"I just admired the purple trees here."
As they headed back to the councilor's main city. An ambush had taken place and the guards along with Yangcong had left the carriage and the councilor was now standing behind Yangcong. The ambushers had quickly eliminated the guards without hesitation and Yangcong had now turned his direction towards the councilor.
"Well, looks like you're outnumbered now."
Yangcong had looked to his fellow squad members and walked away from the group.
"Make sure the body is erased and this carriage. I have information that I have to report back to the Captain."
The squad members had understood and the case was closed for his first mission. Being a spy always had its risked and rewards.
continuing on the years he was now in House Joki's estate. Lord Joki had a surprise for him and he couldn't wait to tell him about it.
"I have a mission for you. It seems like another House is doing business with another. They both are Lords trying to work together to plot my downfall. I need you to kill the invited guest Lord. Doing so will further help our cause."
Yangcong understood and was ready.
A new suit and this time around, his hair was groomed to where he looked more modern and well kept than he had previously before. He came downstairs and stood next to the other three house workers and one of the royal guards being in front of them and finally speaking since all of them were now here.
"This dinner is very important to our Lord. The deal breaker for House Rekage and House Morkov is the upmost importance for today. If anything goes wrong today, your heads are on the line. So let's make our Lord proud today. Now you each have a task that the Lord has personally assigned you."
He handed them each a piece of paper and Yangcong's paper read "Waiter". The guest had arrived and all of them were greeted appropriately to their titles. Yangcong having served as a right hand of the Lord, knew the terms and terminology when addressed such royals. The guest looked at the saiyan quite oddly, since it wasn't normal for his kind to be servants. As he poured one of the advisors a very expensive wine, the advisor had looked towards the direction of Yangcong.
"Mr Yangcong? right? if I may ask, you served under the Saiyan Military before?"
"That's right, I served as a delivery man."
The room started to burst out of laughter, so much so that the advisor had tipped the man.
"My word, I never knew a saiyan to be a comedian."
Yangcong had smirked and had moved on to the next guest. The guest Lord had looked to the other Lord and smiled.
"Where on Kami did you find this man?"
The Lord kept his composure and continued the lie.
"He was one of the mercenaries that blew up that planet that I told you about. I tracked him down and hired him into the House."
The guest Lord's eyes had widen in mere shock.
"Ah, is that where he had received his comedy skills from? My word I would have never guessed it in all of a million you know."
The guest Lord then began to think about it after rubbing his chin.
"That is pretty strange that his duties are a butler? His power level seems to guess that he's more built for fighting."
The Lord smirked and simply shrugged his shoulders.
"He's not only a butler, but he's a royal guard as well, disguised as a butler."
The guest Lord seemed even more impressed.
"You know, that is very smart. I never thought to have undercover guards when traveling about or even in my own palace. I can tell we are going to have a good time together."
The wine had ran out and Yangcong headed back to the kitchen. After searching the counters, he just couldn't find it.
"Where is the wine?"
One of the tuffles that was busy and rushing the food order had overlooked his shoulder to spot a wondered worker.
"Yes, you will have to go down those stairs in the cellar. It's in the cabinet case, You can't miss it."
Yangcong going downstairs and shaking his head, ultimately frustrated that he was made to look like some type of royal guard to the guest, along with everyone laughing at his heroic deed. As the automatic lights had turned on, he looked around and at the corner of his eye, he spotted a rat licking a green substance on the ground. After seconds later, the rat had twitched and dying on the spot. He looked to where the green liquid had came from and it was from the sewer drain that was close to the rat. He headed over to the liquid and began to wipe the green liquid with a paper towel and stuffing it in his plastic gloves. He then headed to the wine cabinet case and picking up the bottle of wine. He started to hear the approach of footsteps and it was non other than Viper who was shocked to see Yangcong down here.
"Ah, I didn't expect to see you down here?"
Yangcong placing the wine bottle on the silver plate.
"I came here to get more wine for the guest."
Viper had chuckled and placing both his hands to his hips and shook his head as he headed straight to the opened wine cabinet and opening another bottle from it, drinking some of it.
"Ah finally learning your place in the world huh? Hehehe for shame."
Yangcong brushed him off and shook his head as he walked back up the steps. Viper had waved him away as he continued to drink the wine. As he was now upstairs, he looked at the tired and exhausting tuffle chef who was knee deep in sweat. The tuffle looked exhausted and Yangcong took the opportunity to casually bumped into him and casually impacting his elbow onto the tuffles' neck. Knocking him out momentarily and Yangcong pulling out the paper towel green liquid and squeezing it into the cooking dish that the tuffle was almost finished with. Afterwards he burned the paper towel to ashes, along with the gloves he wore. Grabbing a new pair and finally waking the tuffle up from the floor.
"Hey hey! What are you doing sleeping on the ground? We have the Lord guest remember?"
The tuffle chef woke up with a second wind and got to his duty.
"Ah yes right sorry. Um, go tell them that the food will take a few more minutes!"
Yangcong coming back with the wine and placing it on the table. The guest Lord looked to Yangcong with a drunken face.
"Hey hey, look who it is. It's the comedian saiyan!"
Yangcong giving the man a fake smile and serving him more wine since he had requested it by placing it in front of him.
"I hope you are enjoying the wine and the food will be coming out shortly."
The man nodded and the other two tuffles that were there, heard the message and headed straight to the kitchen where they began to get ready to get the food. Yangcong stood there with the wine in his silver plate and about that time, the food was coming out and it smelled as lovely as ever. The drunken advisor who was the most drunk out of his mind, began to dig into the food with high intense speed. Within seconds, his body began to twitched to the point where he collapsed to the ground and finally dying on the spot. The royal guards had rushed in, everyone stood from their seats in shock, and the Lord was pissed. The dinner was cancelled and another meeting was now taken placed. It involved the three houseworkers and Yangcong. The Lord had his index finger curled and to his upper lip as he began pacing, with so much anger in his look and body, he looked to the four of them.
"What the hell happened!!"
The chef was mainly being stared at due to him being the cook.
"I have no idea sir, I have cooked it the way I have cooked it before!"
The Lord looked to the Chef in anger and the chef tried to put blame on Yangcong.
"Why am I the suspect here? What about him! He just got here?!"
The Lord had been reminded of this and he focused his attention on Yangcong.
"I served the wine not the food. So how am I blamed for this? He didn't die because of the wine, everyone had drank the wine and all were fine. It's the food you served that caused all this. If I had cooked the food and served it, I would understand why the Lord would look at me."
The Lord had refocused his attention back at the tuffle Chef, and without even having evidence at all, agreed with Yangcong ultimately. The chef was executed and the guest Lord was told what had happened. Later on that night, Yangcong was in his quarters and as he finished taking his shower and looking at the mirror, all he could think about was the mission at hand.
The next few days had passed and Yangcong was in the living room and cleaning the wine glasses one by one. Viper had shown up and planted his butt onto the leather arm rest chair built for one person.
"Don't mind if I seat here and watch ya?"
Yangcong looking over his shoulder and simply responded to the man.
"I don't mind at all."
Viper leaned the chair back and added the recliner, resting his feet up and looking at Yangcong now upside down.
"I heard about the execution of the tuffle Chef. Seems to me that I guess tuffles can be monsters as well as saiyans."
Yangcong continued his duties and looking over his shoulder.
"Not everyone is a saint."
Viper was going to do something nasty as before, however the Lord had stepped into the room and looked over at Yangcong and then at Viper.
"Viper, leave the room."
Viper getting up from his chair and leaving, the Lord then focused his attention back at Yangcong who had briefly stopped cleaning the glasses as he saw the Lord looking at him with intent to speak with him.
"I want to know, if you would like to be my right hand. After the guest Lord had shown an interest in your strength. I need that strength to help my House."
Yangcong turned to look at the Lord.
"I would but, the tuffle and saiyan war is still ongoing at the moment. I was hired to make sure that your protection secured."
"Please, I need your power to help my House. I will double the payment."
"I would be honored."
A few hours had passed and Yangcong was now a royal guard and his main task was interior duty of the House. He was now working with the royal guard that had also hated Viper and his name is Salat. Salat and Yangcong would walk down the long and narrow corridor.
"Hehe, I'm glad you are a royal guard than a housekeeper. After hearing your story, I would have done the same thing."
Yangcong wore his new saiyan armor uniform with pride and looking over the direction of Salat.
"I would have chosen to help the war effort instead of being here."
Salat had decided to switch topics and back to the main task.
"Our job isn't just walking around idly by, it's to protect from assassinations and internal spies."
Yangcong had raised a brow.
"Internal Spies? Have you had any?"
Salat had chuckled and shook his head in almost disbelief.
"Why do you think the house keepers are a small few now? Those who tried to escape and spies."
"I see, and what does Viper do for this House?"
That name had given Salat a sour taste in his mouth.
"Looking at his armor may make it seem like he's important and can do whatever he wants. But truth be told, he's just hired help. The only reason he's close with the Lord is because him and his father served together long ago. Other than that, that piece of shit holds no true authority around here. Once I find something on him, i'm going to make sure he never steps foot in here again."
Viper had turned the corner and his jaw had dropped with mere shock.
"WHAT THE?! What the hell is this vermin wearing a soldiers uniform?"
Salat had stepped in between the both of them and with his bulky presence known, he pushed Viper softly.
"Fuck off, he's one of us now. Unless you want to end up on the Lords bad side, try something."
Viper had clenched his fist in frustration and walking down the corridor past them. This brought a concern to Yangcong as they continued their walk.
"What if he tries to do something drastic?"
Salat chuckled for a moment.
"He wouldn't be that stupid. The Lord had ultimately chosen you because of your strength. the Lord accepts everyone good or bad to serve him. Anyways, your duties today are to patrol the rooftops of the palace. After that, you will get a break and then off duty."
Yangcong nodded and headed to the roof, where he started his patrol. Another soldier was present and looking at Yangcong, he was surprised to see him. Yangcong continued to do his duty until he was on break and sitting in the break room where he sat and ate his meal. About that time, a robe man had entered the room. He was the Lords advisor and he casually stood near the door.
"I wasn't expecting you here."
The advisor had clearly known and played it off. Yangcong looked at the man and continued to eat.
"Well i'm here eating."
The advisor casually walked over to Yangcong and standing on the opposite end of the table from him.
"I have worked with the Lord for years and out of all the criminals he has brought here into the palace, this is the first he has ever brought a man who is a saiyan military infantry soldier."
Yangcong looked at the advisor and raised a brow.
"Is there a reason the Lord doesn't have his own personal army from the Saiyan Military?"
The advisor pulling out a coin and placing it on the table.
"Loyalty to the saiyan military had always been a factor. Sure you may get some who will betray the military, but you won't have an army. Coin is what our Lord pays in. The criminals he gets, all can be bought with coin. Criminals who have nowhere to go, who want to make a living, come to this House."
"And if someone pays the criminal or criminals with a higher amount?"
"You would think that would work, but throughout my years, I have never seen it happen. They all know that our Lord will always double or triple the amount. So their loyalty will always stay true."
"So why are you here telling me all this?"
"Because out of all the people here, you aren't here for money at all. Just security from your own House and those who are after you. I feel when the day comes where your House will fall, your ties to here will fade. Most who come here wanted to come, you came here because you were forced to. In time, we will see where your loyalties lie Mr Yangcong."
The advisor had grabbed the coin and walked out, having Yangcong sit there and finishing his meal.
a few days had passed and now Yangcong stood at the main hexagon shaped balcony that had overlooked the palace. His arms to his back and a few soldiers behind him, the Lord had stepped inside and now stood beside Yangcong, waving off the other guards to leave them.
“Yangcong, I know this is a delicate subject to ask you. But I would like to make you a permanent soldier and the head of the guards. I have other Lords after me now more than ever. The criminals that once were on my side have faded with time. The coin isn’t what they want anymore and the times are changing rapidly. The Saiyan military is growing stronger and not even my House can do anything about it.”
Yangcong had shifted his eyes to the Lord and kneeled before him.
“I am grateful for the offer, unfortunately I cannot accept it. Commander Garrick has sent word for needing me. I would be gone for some time.”
The Lord was pissed, so much so that he felt like he was being abandoned by Yangcong. He felt that if Yangcong left, he would have lost a valuable strong asset in his House. Going off emotion, he tried to pull out his sword that was concealed within his cane. A blur motion had happened and Yangcong now stood behind the Lord and twisting his arm to the point where it broke. The cane was dropped and the Lord had collapsed to the ground.
“You fucking traitor! How dare you lay a hand on me!”
Yangcong had smirked and planting his boot into the man’s stomach.
“I betrayed you since the death of the tuffle Chef. He didn’t poison the advisor, I did.”
Yangcong had walked away and the Lord was so much fumed with the loss of his previous right hand, that he tried to stab Yangcong again with his other arm, only to have his own head sliced off. Yangcong wanting to make sure that no one founded out that it was him that did it, he blasted the palace into ruins along with everyone else. He left and joined Garrick and now enlisted back into the military with his long time friend. A year now had passed...
Yangcong had arrived at his destination, summoned personally to Garrick's chambers not thirty minutes prior. He knocked out of respect, the door creaking open as the faint glimpse of a fluttering cape was visible out on the balcony. "Come in," A gruff voice rang out, prompting the spy to step forward and make his way over. It was silent for a minute, the much larger and imposing man staring out over the man-made wasteland of Vegeta. Sighing for a moment, Yangcong was offered a canned beer - not quite the drink one would expect a royal AND a general to indulge in.
"Forgive me if I'm mistaken but I'm relatively sure pregnancies only last around nine months," Garrick said, a tinge of humor evident on his voice. "A year is quite a long time to be gone on parental leave you know."
Yangcong took another sip of his drink, eyes drifting to the horizon as he found it difficult to face his commander directly. "You know what happened previously." It was a statement, plain and simple.
"And from that you caused no shortage of headaches for me," Garrick responded idly as he crushed the first can in his palm. "House Joki were searching for you. The tale of a child being there combined with your previous request... Well, I had assumed the worst and it seemed I had been right." His head shook slowly, lingering sadness visible on the man's face. "Blood purists like him are always quick to explode their tempers and even quicker to destroy those they see as inferior. While other Houses made hold similar views, his was of the upmost extreme. Political capital and military might made it difficult to openly move against that man however. You're lucky all of our kind was so preoccupied with the war that snuffing the investigation was even possible."
Indeed, it was something of a miracle that Yangcong stood before Garrick not in chains at a military trial, but an active agent. "Yet I can't say I can fully condone outright murdering him. You may avoid official punishment, but as payment for your crime... You shall be handed one of our more dangerous missions. Ironically that doesn't make it the most important, but I find it necessary to establish a link here anyway. Houses Whistlebelle and Stoneyork, I presume you know of them."
Sensing a shift in the conversation as Garrick moved towards the room, Yangcong slid into a chair - lighting up a cigarette in a puff of flame. "Yes. It seems they are at odds, fighting a battle not on an open field but in the shadows. They hold great power now and their rivalry is dangerous for Saiyan unity."
Garrick grunted, placing his crushed drink on the table as he took a seat opposite of Yangcong. "You'll be infiltrating House Whistlebelle by any means necessary. This is your punishment... And a request by a friend." Yangcong's lips tugged up into a smirk, puffing out a ring of smoke. "As you say, sir, I shall fulfill my punishment... For you, and for Vegeta."