Post by Rhuba on Feb 17, 2024 3:46:40 GMT -5
Rhuba found himself at the edge of the Saiyan settlements, the unfamiliar sights of his people's homes spreading out before him. The memories of his past as a slave guard on planet Hurtless haunted his thoughts, and he couldn't escape the conditioning that had been forcefully etched into his mind. Leaning against the cliff, he couldn't shake the echoes of the dehumanizing commands that had been drilled into him during his upbringing.
His gaze lingered on the dark soil beneath him, his kimono collecting the stains of the Earth as he slid down the cliff's edge. The weight of his past bore down on him, and he muttered the twisted phrases that had been implanted in his consciousness. "They must not escape, they must not live," the words slipped from his lips, a haunting mantra that spoke volumes about the scars he carried. He tried to fight it, before it turned to brainwashing. Rhuba had declined killing when the request first happened, but that's when The Grandmaster decided teaching wasn't strong enough to get him to do what he wants.
As he sat there, grappling with the ghosts of his indoctrination, he felt a disturbing compulsion, a programmed urge dictating his actions. The Grandmaster's insidious influence had left an indelible mark, turning Rhuba into a tool for enforcing brutal control over the slaves. "Find, kill, report," he repeated mechanically, his voice devoid of emotion, lost in the rhythm of a brainwashed assassin. That's why Rhuba stayed so close to people, cities, distractions. He couldn't hear it as much, and when he was really excited about something or fighting, he usually forgot about it entirely.
The internal struggle manifested physically and emotionally as Rhuba struck himself in frustration. "There are no more slaves here. Stop, stop, stop," he pleaded with himself, the conflict evident in his tortured expression. The internal battle waged on, the conditioning conflicting with the innate resistance Rhuba felt.
"I hate them so much, how did this happen to me?" The anguish in his voice was palpable as he questioned the twisted path that had led him to this point. His gaze lifted, searching for answers, but he found none. His body seemed to want to find something, more or less wanted a distraction, propelling him forward without a clear destination in mind.
In that moment, Rhuba was a complex interplay of past trauma, present confusion, and a yearning for understanding. The scars of his indoctrination ran deep, and the internal conflict threatened to consume him. He walked back towards the settlement, his eyes glazed over in a haze of anger and pain.
Antisense: On
WC: 420
PL: 15,000
HP: 0/250%
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Zenkai
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)