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Post by Tarro on Jan 2, 2023 10:28:34 GMT -5
Winter was upon Radditsu district. Unfortunately, he hadn't the privilege to experience winter on Earth to make a comparison between it and Plant's, but he'd lived his whole life on this war-torn planet to be able to describe the season he disliked the most. With winter came cold winds, shorter days, and rain. The drop in temperature froze his body and slowed his movement, making him feel it was better to lay next to a fire and warm his hands. Yet this time around, he spent it far from home. He'd enjoyed the experience of living in a cave, far away from the rest of the world. The isolation allowed him to focus on himself and his goals, and to figure out his next steps forward.
Today was his first coming-into-town ever since his return to Plant. He hadn't made it in time for the challenge to the throne. It was unfortunate, because he too wanted to have a say on the matter.
Tarro walked inside the town's tavern and looked around. It had grown in popularity from the looks of it, as you had people from every region of the planet and possibly offworlders drinking and laughing. The mood was cheery, and he enjoyed it, but he didn't correlate with it. A saiyan with an odd bias for the tuffle people had seized the throne. He needn't need to meet her to know what was in store for the saiyan people. Talks of abolishing their culture were broadcasted and she was in favour, that was all he needed to know. The leadership of the planet feared making themselves enemies of the galaxy and thus suggested moving in another direction from here on forward, leaving behind the teachings and successes of their ancestors, and forgetting about the last fifty years of conflict.
In short, there was no reason to celebrate.
He walked across the bar to the counter and climbed to the top of it, before turning to face the crowd. They had quieted down in anticipation of what was to come.
"Hear me, people of Radditsu. You must be aware of the changes that have happened recently in Plant's leadership. We are now led by someone whose background we don't know, that claims to know what's best for the saiyan people, but it is clear she favours the tufflekin. It is as if the planet has two leaders of the same faction, pulling the strings from the top." He waved his right hand back, as if to demonstrate something.
"We may have won the war, at least the battle that came with it, but we are losing what really matters. The tuffles are regaining control over the planet. They have full control of the planet's resources, the saiyan kingdom's army, and their own territory. This Queen that we have now is no more than someone who wants to rid herself of the saiyan race." The look on his face was weary. He didn't understand how these people were leaving themselves in the hands of fate.
There is no such thing as fate. These men and women were simply giving up on what their ancestors had worked so hard to achieve.
"We cannot give up what so much saiyan blood has been spilled for. The conquest of this planet has finished, but it has not been dominated yet. In fact, it threats to dominate us. The Queen and the planet's leaders have as an objective to get rid of our culture. They don't mean to abolish what's been affecting us, our parents, and our grandparents? They don't care about the suffering we low-class saiyans endure from the day we are born to the day we die. What they mean to do is to turn our people into tuffles." The crowd reacted by speakings amongst themselves. The tavern was packed with low-class saiyans that had endured if not as much, more ill-treatment and hardships than he had. Compared to them he was blessed.
"Then that means they don't want to take measures that will improve our society, but measures that will weaken us? To turn us into tuffles..." His people were beginning to wake to the grand scheme of things.
"Yes, they want weaklings, soft-hearted scum. They need us only for our prowess and blood. They want more halfbloods who are easier to control. Now, are you ready to sit idle in the face of the promise of peace, or are you willing to fight alongside me to see the end of this war, as our ancestors would've wanted?" The group was quiet at first, but soon enough people began taking his side.
"I'm with you."
"Me, too. We cannot allow this to go on any further."
"It's time to end this war."
"I've grown restless of living without a fight anyway."
"Aye, I'm on the same boat. It's hard controlling myself around those tuffles. I just want to destroy them whenever they're around."
Today was his first coming-into-town ever since his return to Plant. He hadn't made it in time for the challenge to the throne. It was unfortunate, because he too wanted to have a say on the matter.
Tarro walked inside the town's tavern and looked around. It had grown in popularity from the looks of it, as you had people from every region of the planet and possibly offworlders drinking and laughing. The mood was cheery, and he enjoyed it, but he didn't correlate with it. A saiyan with an odd bias for the tuffle people had seized the throne. He needn't need to meet her to know what was in store for the saiyan people. Talks of abolishing their culture were broadcasted and she was in favour, that was all he needed to know. The leadership of the planet feared making themselves enemies of the galaxy and thus suggested moving in another direction from here on forward, leaving behind the teachings and successes of their ancestors, and forgetting about the last fifty years of conflict.
In short, there was no reason to celebrate.
He walked across the bar to the counter and climbed to the top of it, before turning to face the crowd. They had quieted down in anticipation of what was to come.
"Hear me, people of Radditsu. You must be aware of the changes that have happened recently in Plant's leadership. We are now led by someone whose background we don't know, that claims to know what's best for the saiyan people, but it is clear she favours the tufflekin. It is as if the planet has two leaders of the same faction, pulling the strings from the top." He waved his right hand back, as if to demonstrate something.
"We may have won the war, at least the battle that came with it, but we are losing what really matters. The tuffles are regaining control over the planet. They have full control of the planet's resources, the saiyan kingdom's army, and their own territory. This Queen that we have now is no more than someone who wants to rid herself of the saiyan race." The look on his face was weary. He didn't understand how these people were leaving themselves in the hands of fate.
There is no such thing as fate. These men and women were simply giving up on what their ancestors had worked so hard to achieve.
"We cannot give up what so much saiyan blood has been spilled for. The conquest of this planet has finished, but it has not been dominated yet. In fact, it threats to dominate us. The Queen and the planet's leaders have as an objective to get rid of our culture. They don't mean to abolish what's been affecting us, our parents, and our grandparents? They don't care about the suffering we low-class saiyans endure from the day we are born to the day we die. What they mean to do is to turn our people into tuffles." The crowd reacted by speakings amongst themselves. The tavern was packed with low-class saiyans that had endured if not as much, more ill-treatment and hardships than he had. Compared to them he was blessed.
"Then that means they don't want to take measures that will improve our society, but measures that will weaken us? To turn us into tuffles..." His people were beginning to wake to the grand scheme of things.
"Yes, they want weaklings, soft-hearted scum. They need us only for our prowess and blood. They want more halfbloods who are easier to control. Now, are you ready to sit idle in the face of the promise of peace, or are you willing to fight alongside me to see the end of this war, as our ancestors would've wanted?" The group was quiet at first, but soon enough people began taking his side.
"I'm with you."
"Me, too. We cannot allow this to go on any further."
"It's time to end this war."
"I've grown restless of living without a fight anyway."
"Aye, I'm on the same boat. It's hard controlling myself around those tuffles. I just want to destroy them whenever they're around."
WC: 818
PL: 14,000
Items: Armor lining, scouter
MP: 1/6
KP: 6/6
HP: 260%
PL: 14,000
Items: Armor lining, scouter
MP: 1/6
KP: 6/6
HP: 260%
