Post by Captain Salvo on Jan 9, 2024 14:00:49 GMT -5
SALVO'S PL: 104,000 |
PL MULTIPLIERS: None |
Salvo had had a little bit of a rough go of it, lately. Her trips to Namek and Plant had hardly been satisfying ones, and so she had elected to take herself to Earth to blow off some steam. Last time she'd been there, she'd only really run into a bunch of weaklings, so ideally, she'd be able to do as she pleased there without much interruption. On the way, though, she decided to stop at the Ice Box, a Galactic Patrol freighter stationed in orbit around a frozen wasteland planet that had previously been ransacked and overtaken by a group of scoundrels. Since then, the freighter had been converted into something of a hub for the legally mischievous to hang out, as it just so happened to be stationed at a frequent midpoint in cross-galactic travels.
"So ya held out on 'em for a whole year, and they don't so much as let you start one intergalactic war?" an associate of Salvo's asked her in response to her regaling him with the plight of the Nova Corps.
"Yeup," Salvo replied, a glass of whiskey in one hand, her other fist clenched atop the bar she was hunched over. "All that time I spent bein' a li'l goodie two shoes, only t' git swaddled into participatin' in a peaceful planetary takeover. Wasn't one civilian casualty - not a one! Th' only buildings that went up in smoke were th' ones that Saiyan and 'is Tuffle boyfriend crashed 'emselves into."
"Yeesh, that's a rough lot you found yourself in," her acquaintance replied. "So, what's next for ya? I was wonderin' why I hadn't seen you around in a while. Was startin' to think you'd finally kicked the bucket!"
"Ha! As if," Salvo replied with a snort before she lifted her glass to her lips and downed the entire thing in a single gulp. "Nah, I think I'll head t' Earth and stir up some ruckus down there. Maybe git meself some loot. They got some good shite down there!"
"Ain't no 'good shite' down on Earth!" another voice called out from a ways down the bar. A grumpy, scarred Namekian, who spoke with a growl. "The whole damn planet is filled with nothing but garbage. The things and the people!"
"Oi! That's my home planet you're talking about!" another voice called out, this one belonging to a buff, red-haired Earthling who stomped up to the Namekian, his lips pulled back into a snarl. At this, the Namekian stood up and revealed himself to be a whole head taller than the Earthling.
"And what exactly are you gonna do about it?" he growled down at the Earthling.
In response, the Earthling pulled out a knife and stabbed the Namekian right in his gut.
The entire bar went silent, as everyone turned and stared at the Namekian who had been stabbed. He looked down at the knife in his gut, slowly gripped the handle, yanked the blade out of himself, and then... "Kill him, boys!" the Namekian declared. Right on cue, a group of Namekians swarmed the Earthling and began to viciously beat him senseless. However, the Earthling had friends, too - a group of aliens swarmed the swarm of Namekians, and all of them began to fight. And then more folks joined in. And then more. Before long, the entire bar was engaged in fisticuffs!
"Aw, hell yea!" Salvo exclaimed as she slammed her glass cup into someone's face. "I'll catch up wit' ye after this!" she told her acquaintance before launching herself into the fray. "Who wants a piece 'a me?!" she shouted out into the roaring crowd of fighters as she sought out a proper, worthy opponent.