Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2021 18:03:20 GMT -5
The insatiable lost for conquering that every Saiyan was born with pushed them into conquering the planet Plant. The native Tuffles put up a strong fight but not strong enough to repel the invading forces. This left the two sides stuck in an easy duopoly over the planet with several more conflicts taking place over the years. Neither side has truly been able to assert dominance over the other, with the prowess of the Saiyans coming many from their physical abilities, while the Tuffles, smaller and weaker in nature have to rely on their technological genius when defending themselves.
The state of near constant war had molded the Saiyan people into an ever alert people; constantly on the lookout of both threats and targets. There was no better example of this than the capital of what the Saiyans now call Vegeta: Sadala. If you were to spend any time at all in this place you would soon come to the conclusion that all Saiyans no matter their gender or age were all bloodthirsty, half-evolved animals; and you wouldn't be too far from the truth. But there did exist small settlements of Saiyans who moved against the grain and lived peacefully; or at least as peacefully as a Saiyan can.
One such village was that of Tarbel. It was small and quaint; in some ways it reminded the Majin of the way in which Tuffles lived. Thought not a Tuffle himself Faustus, having absorbed a Tuffle whom now held a strong influence over the mind, did have some amount of resentment towards the Saiyans. Though he respected their ability in battle and understand the right of conquest more than many others of his race the constant badgering and raiding of this labs, along with the confiscation of equipment and the threat of death did leave a sour taste in his mouth.
But now in this body he could more easily avoid such dangers. The latest idea to crawl into the head of the creature was thought manipulation. Faustus found himself losing influence in the world and another minion to lend a hand could help with that. While his droid MK-SB IV was certainly useful it could not blend into society in the same way a Saiyan could. With a Saiyan under his control he could now have access to certain parts of the planet he had never seen before; the secrets of these foreign invaders could be his to behold.
But first he needed a viable subject. Someone strong of course; they needed to be able to defend themselves in things went self. But not too strong. If the subject resisted the thought control then Faustus didn't want to be in trouble himself. They needed to have preferably a underdeveloped mind as well; it would make the process go a whole lot smoother if they did. So a big, strong idiot was the ideal test subject. Of course they were just a test subject on the ground that Faustus had never successfully completed the procedure at this point, so maybe he should grab more than one.
Where could he get a hold of such candidates? The capital was the last place to try and run this operation; as soon as he attempted the kidnapping there would be a thousand competent Saiyans coming after him. But Tarbel? Here he expected to meet much less trouble. He made his way into the shopping distract of the village and his head spun with all of the choices he had in the unsuspecting Saiyans here. His delight was impossible to hide as his tongue spun around now, catching the attention of a nearby clerk. "Is t-there something I can help you with, sir?" Faustus replied. "No, just window shopping."
PL: 2,500 - Minion - 2,500 - No Techs - No Items - 6KP - 0MP
The state of near constant war had molded the Saiyan people into an ever alert people; constantly on the lookout of both threats and targets. There was no better example of this than the capital of what the Saiyans now call Vegeta: Sadala. If you were to spend any time at all in this place you would soon come to the conclusion that all Saiyans no matter their gender or age were all bloodthirsty, half-evolved animals; and you wouldn't be too far from the truth. But there did exist small settlements of Saiyans who moved against the grain and lived peacefully; or at least as peacefully as a Saiyan can.
One such village was that of Tarbel. It was small and quaint; in some ways it reminded the Majin of the way in which Tuffles lived. Thought not a Tuffle himself Faustus, having absorbed a Tuffle whom now held a strong influence over the mind, did have some amount of resentment towards the Saiyans. Though he respected their ability in battle and understand the right of conquest more than many others of his race the constant badgering and raiding of this labs, along with the confiscation of equipment and the threat of death did leave a sour taste in his mouth.
But now in this body he could more easily avoid such dangers. The latest idea to crawl into the head of the creature was thought manipulation. Faustus found himself losing influence in the world and another minion to lend a hand could help with that. While his droid MK-SB IV was certainly useful it could not blend into society in the same way a Saiyan could. With a Saiyan under his control he could now have access to certain parts of the planet he had never seen before; the secrets of these foreign invaders could be his to behold.
But first he needed a viable subject. Someone strong of course; they needed to be able to defend themselves in things went self. But not too strong. If the subject resisted the thought control then Faustus didn't want to be in trouble himself. They needed to have preferably a underdeveloped mind as well; it would make the process go a whole lot smoother if they did. So a big, strong idiot was the ideal test subject. Of course they were just a test subject on the ground that Faustus had never successfully completed the procedure at this point, so maybe he should grab more than one.
Where could he get a hold of such candidates? The capital was the last place to try and run this operation; as soon as he attempted the kidnapping there would be a thousand competent Saiyans coming after him. But Tarbel? Here he expected to meet much less trouble. He made his way into the shopping distract of the village and his head spun with all of the choices he had in the unsuspecting Saiyans here. His delight was impossible to hide as his tongue spun around now, catching the attention of a nearby clerk. "Is t-there something I can help you with, sir?" Faustus replied. "No, just window shopping."
PL: 2,500 - Minion - 2,500 - No Techs - No Items - 6KP - 0MP