Post by Kronos 'Aspara Arti' on Feb 16, 2024 14:31:10 GMT -5
It had barely been a week since their funeral.
Even for a fourteen-year-old Kronos, traveling to the Vegetan Palace was a horrible idea. He'd seen even the stubbornest Saiyans fold like paper at the thought of disrespecting their monarch. It was one of the most well-defended buildings on the planet, covered from head to toe with the Empire's finest. The Palace was easily his least favorite place on Plant, and the last place in the universe that his mother and father would ever take him to. On the few occasions Kronos rode on a spaceship, he'd catch a glimpse of the towering structure, wondering if he'd ever get a look. The response from his parents was the same every time.
The biggest reason he was going was because they were no longer here to tell him to stop. Because now they never would.
It wasn't a long stay. Even with his small stature and nifty gadgets, Kronos lacked the power and speed to stay ahead of Sadala's guards; even if he was just a kid, the recent crises had put everyone on too high an alert for him to make his away inside for long. All that work and the best he'd gotten was a glimpse of the castle's interior...but a glimpse was more than enough.
Vegetan society had taken everything from him. His friends. His family. The slightest belief in himself as a person. Kronos promised, no, swore that he'd have his revenge one day. Wipe out the Tuffle Chancellor and the Saiyan leader and every disgusting amoeba that followed them into battle. But that was a long way's off...
And at the very least, he should know what he was trying to destroy ahead of time.
Kronos hadn't visited Plant in well over a year, regarding his home planet as little else than a sick graveyard, but a part of him still cared enough about it to check the news. For the most part, it was more of the same; endless continuations of the Saiyan-Tuffle war, meaningless declarations of temporary peace, so on and so forth. But the crowning of a new Queen? That was big. Big enough to make him return, at least for a moment.
But he wasn't coming back to give his congratulations.
Kronos's ship crashed right within the region of the Saiyan Palace. A part of him wondered whether it was legal or not, and another part badly hoped it wasn't--sure enough, before he'd even landed, his ramshackle spaceship's radio started blaring to life.
"Unregistered spacepod!" it roared. "Cease your descent at once then identify yourself! This airspace is under the jurisdiction of the Sadala Region! If you do not comply with our orders, we will shoot your vessel down with lethal force! Do you copy?"
Kronos grinned. "Still workin' as airspace control, dude? I've been hearing your voice since I was eight. 'Nyways, I never got to test this baby's defenses, and I'm not turning around for nothing...SO HIT ME WITH EVERYTHIN' YOU'VE GOT!"
One of the hardest things Kronos had ever done was trying not to laugh as he flew through the air.
The spray paint wasn't half bad, either!
WC: 1101
PL: 1 (restrained with Weights)
Even for a fourteen-year-old Kronos, traveling to the Vegetan Palace was a horrible idea. He'd seen even the stubbornest Saiyans fold like paper at the thought of disrespecting their monarch. It was one of the most well-defended buildings on the planet, covered from head to toe with the Empire's finest. The Palace was easily his least favorite place on Plant, and the last place in the universe that his mother and father would ever take him to. On the few occasions Kronos rode on a spaceship, he'd catch a glimpse of the towering structure, wondering if he'd ever get a look. The response from his parents was the same every time.
The biggest reason he was going was because they were no longer here to tell him to stop. Because now they never would.
It wasn't a long stay. Even with his small stature and nifty gadgets, Kronos lacked the power and speed to stay ahead of Sadala's guards; even if he was just a kid, the recent crises had put everyone on too high an alert for him to make his away inside for long. All that work and the best he'd gotten was a glimpse of the castle's interior...but a glimpse was more than enough.
Vegetan society had taken everything from him. His friends. His family. The slightest belief in himself as a person. Kronos promised, no, swore that he'd have his revenge one day. Wipe out the Tuffle Chancellor and the Saiyan leader and every disgusting amoeba that followed them into battle. But that was a long way's off...
And at the very least, he should know what he was trying to destroy ahead of time.
Kronos hadn't visited Plant in well over a year, regarding his home planet as little else than a sick graveyard, but a part of him still cared enough about it to check the news. For the most part, it was more of the same; endless continuations of the Saiyan-Tuffle war, meaningless declarations of temporary peace, so on and so forth. But the crowning of a new Queen? That was big. Big enough to make him return, at least for a moment.
But he wasn't coming back to give his congratulations.
Kronos's ship crashed right within the region of the Saiyan Palace. A part of him wondered whether it was legal or not, and another part badly hoped it wasn't--sure enough, before he'd even landed, his ramshackle spaceship's radio started blaring to life.
"Unregistered spacepod!" it roared. "Cease your descent at once then identify yourself! This airspace is under the jurisdiction of the Sadala Region! If you do not comply with our orders, we will shoot your vessel down with lethal force! Do you copy?"
Kronos grinned. "Still workin' as airspace control, dude? I've been hearing your voice since I was eight. 'Nyways, I never got to test this baby's defenses, and I'm not turning around for nothing...SO HIT ME WITH EVERYTHIN' YOU'VE GOT!"
Not even a moment after cutting the call, his ship's radars began detecting a fleet of missiles headed his way. "Home sweet home!"
On one hand, his spaceship barely lasted a minute: the trip from Namek to Earth had sucked up most of the fuel needed for shields, leaving Kronos with little defensive maneuvers than simply dodging...but on the other hand, a minute was more than enough! Not only did the brave little spaceship manage to make it into Plant's inner atmosphere, it survived long enough to draw out a legion of guards, standing at the ready to turn anyone trying to eject themselves from the ship into paste...
Five seconds passed. Then ten, then ten more. The ship had been reduced to ashes, but surely the pilot would try to escape? Even with their scouters, they detected absolutely nothing, and they didn't see anyone else, either.
"What an idiot...guess they had a bit of a deathwish," the officer chuckled from his office to the soldiers outside. "But to make sure, start crawling the palace's exteriors. What good's a dead enemy if we don't have a trophy. Go!" With that, the soldiers started flying through the air like wasps, hunting down their target without mercy...
One of the hardest things Kronos had ever done was trying not to laugh as he flew through the air.
His spaceship had lasted long enough for him to get into breathable atmospheres and circumvent dozens of missiles! The Phaeshifter tech was perfect: he slipped through his ship without any obvious signs, dodging attacks along the way. His experimental invisibility cloak had made him a ghost amongst the guards! His little ki bands made him unable to be picked apart from a fly! The teenager was so used to his plans being disasters that everything going this right almost made him wary...
'Stay focused, dork!' he reprimanded himself. 'You're here for a job. Now where's my spray can...'
With what seemed to be every soldier focused on the outside of the Saiyan Palace, there was no one to stop him from executing his master plan: spraying graffiti all over the walls and innards of the Saiyan Palace! It would be the ultimate embarrassment: the full might of the Saiyan Kingdom being unable to stop a kid from defacing their most sacred building!
The first few messages were on the exterior of the castle, settling for some simple, yet extraordinarily vulgar language painted in a sickly green. He moved through the building like a ghost, using his combination of invisibility and intangibility to keep ahead of any security cameras. There were a pair of guards near the front entrance that wondered what the sound was, but Kronos had a plan for them:
"Maybe we should go out with the others--hey!"
"What's wrong?"
"Whadayya mean what's wrong? You painted my head red!"
"How the hell did I do that? You think I'm a ghost?"
"You think I'm a fool?"
"I think you look better painted red!"
"How the hell did I do that? You think I'm a ghost?"
"You think I'm a fool?"
"I think you look better painted red!"
The ensuing brawl was so all-consuming that they failed to notice the floating spray can that phased through the walls, allowing Kronos to continue his mission (to his knowledge) unseen. On the doors, on top of the doors, next to some pillars, on the walls: if there was a room he couldn't see anyone in, it was getting spray-painted. Some of the comments were funny and demeaning, some just disgustingly rude, but others were just bitter...
This wasn't the grand revenge he'd had in mind, but it was a start.
The spray paint wasn't half bad, either!
WC: 1101
PL: 1 (restrained with Weights)