Post by Emperor Ticoga on Dec 27, 2022 2:21:38 GMT -5
Ticoga had watched the brief battle with interest. His scouter had been unable to properly gauge the combat power levels, possibly due to some electrical interference. But what he witnessed with his own eyes said quite a bit. He had grown accustomed to noticing when someone was holding back; and this Human was most certainly doing so.
The Tuffle had tried to de-escalate the situation by following Derry's demands, which angered the Majin. Ticoga had been prepared to defend himself if necessary, but it never became an issue. The hovering robot had offered aid; aid that had been quickly refused, though that didn't save the machine from an offhanded sneaky attack. The Tuffle responded to the Majin's defeat with anger, and allowed his power to swell - power that didn't even match Ticoga's current power in his weakest form.
But the gesture had been made - the Tuffle had almost thrown himself at the leader of this planet, despite watching him obliterate a stronger creature than what the Tuffle could manage. The last words of the Tuffle, however, made no sense whatsoever.
"President Derry, if I may?" Ticoga offers, clasping his hands behind his back and turning his crimson eyes upon the Human. "I would suggest rejecting the Tuffles interest in coming to the Earth for a few reasons. First, the Saiyans are a vengeful people. They are a violent people. Some may even see Tuffles taking up refuge on your world as an invitation to attack a planet that only has itself to defend it, and only a handful of warriors powerful enough to push back against an invasion, should the Saiyans so choose to pursue the fleeing Tuffles."
Ticoga's expression is blank, calculative.
"With respect to Mister Bael, the Tuffles will have no riches to offer. Their resources will be only what they were able to unbolt from the floors of their homes, as Planet Plant is a dying world with no offworld trade resources to offer. In all respect, the Tuffles should have abandoned the planet after unleashing their Destron weapons across their own homeworld." Ticoga continues. He looks at Bael. "And you have chosen to raise your power in threat against President Derry. Whether you intended him harm or not is irrelevant. Should he choose to kill you as well, there would be nothing to argue against. You owed the Majin nothing, and yet you came very close to condemning not only yourself, but potentially ALL of your people to scrutiny, and possibly even refusal of aid for your actions."
Ticoga offers a hand placatingly.
"However, if appreciation is a desire that you want for your people, taking up refuge on a planet already heavily populated would work against your interests." Ticoga tells the Tuffle. "I am, admittedly, quite blunt with my words. Offense is something I often cause, despite my intent. I will reiterate that the Empire can do better than offer spare housing - your people can come to the Empire. We have many planets currently awaiting sale to potential client races. I am certain that if you were to beseech the Triumvirate, a planet suitable to build a new life for your people can be granted. Details of how would be discussed between your leaders, and the Triumvirs."
The Tuffle had tried to de-escalate the situation by following Derry's demands, which angered the Majin. Ticoga had been prepared to defend himself if necessary, but it never became an issue. The hovering robot had offered aid; aid that had been quickly refused, though that didn't save the machine from an offhanded sneaky attack. The Tuffle responded to the Majin's defeat with anger, and allowed his power to swell - power that didn't even match Ticoga's current power in his weakest form.
But the gesture had been made - the Tuffle had almost thrown himself at the leader of this planet, despite watching him obliterate a stronger creature than what the Tuffle could manage. The last words of the Tuffle, however, made no sense whatsoever.
"President Derry, if I may?" Ticoga offers, clasping his hands behind his back and turning his crimson eyes upon the Human. "I would suggest rejecting the Tuffles interest in coming to the Earth for a few reasons. First, the Saiyans are a vengeful people. They are a violent people. Some may even see Tuffles taking up refuge on your world as an invitation to attack a planet that only has itself to defend it, and only a handful of warriors powerful enough to push back against an invasion, should the Saiyans so choose to pursue the fleeing Tuffles."
Ticoga's expression is blank, calculative.
"With respect to Mister Bael, the Tuffles will have no riches to offer. Their resources will be only what they were able to unbolt from the floors of their homes, as Planet Plant is a dying world with no offworld trade resources to offer. In all respect, the Tuffles should have abandoned the planet after unleashing their Destron weapons across their own homeworld." Ticoga continues. He looks at Bael. "And you have chosen to raise your power in threat against President Derry. Whether you intended him harm or not is irrelevant. Should he choose to kill you as well, there would be nothing to argue against. You owed the Majin nothing, and yet you came very close to condemning not only yourself, but potentially ALL of your people to scrutiny, and possibly even refusal of aid for your actions."
Ticoga offers a hand placatingly.
"However, if appreciation is a desire that you want for your people, taking up refuge on a planet already heavily populated would work against your interests." Ticoga tells the Tuffle. "I am, admittedly, quite blunt with my words. Offense is something I often cause, despite my intent. I will reiterate that the Empire can do better than offer spare housing - your people can come to the Empire. We have many planets currently awaiting sale to potential client races. I am certain that if you were to beseech the Triumvirate, a planet suitable to build a new life for your people can be granted. Details of how would be discussed between your leaders, and the Triumvirs."
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