Post by Vocado on Feb 17, 2024 6:45:15 GMT -5
Thread Power Level: 100,000 | Super Saiyan (x18) Active! Current PL: 1,800,000!
The Shredder Corps were a rag-tag bunch of fools.
The Shredder Corps were a crazy bunch; overconfident in all the ways Saiyans ought to be.
The Shredder Corps were rowdy bastards. It's a good thing they've been cleaned out.
The Shredder Corps were monsters. When Death came knocking at that outpost...?
These are (or perhaps were) the words people spoke of Vocado's illustrious Shredder Corps. Though not his own to begin with, he had certainly carried on its legacy during the final throes of the war. A suicide squad in all but name, their missions had fatality rates in the high ninety-percentile. To survive a single mission in their ranks was to cheat death.
And so whomever leads the Shredder Corps is so known as Death itself. The Grim Reaper. For he who leads those poor bastards into battle was one who signed the death warrants of the recruits they inevitably must induct into the squad next. Vocado has held this title since long before the conflict with the Tuffles ended, though only in circles where bastards and vagrants lie. The mercenary outposts. The seedy bars at the fringes of Radditsu, and, of course, at the front lines.
Today, Vocado acted with this title. It had been ages since he'd been home, and even longer still since he'd properly recruited any soldiers for the cause. Suicide squads aren't in high demand during peace-time, tentative or otherwise.
But the freshest batch of recruits were too wise. Too in-the-know, and not brash enough, to accept an invitation to the squadron. It would seem that some door-to-door conscription would be in order.
First on the list was a woman who had completely slipped his notice in all the time he'd been in active duty himself. A grunt by all definitions of the word:
Tulse.
Her home wasn't hard to find, being registered with the army proper and all.
Vocado marched the street, a determined glare cutting through the casual air like a knife. It helped that he was currently letting loose his full Super Saiyan might. This was not intended to be an attention-grabber, but rather the opposite. Seeing a Super Saiyan stomp through the alley was a surefire way to ensure it was clear.
Within minutes, Vocado arrived, two knuckles rapping the door with a sharp knock.
"I'm looking for the home of one Tulse," He would say, shouting through the door if it had not been opened already. "Should I be moving on, or is this the correct address?"
He sneered reflexively. It'd been ages since he spoke with any level of cordiality. It felt alien to his tongue. Surely that would pass with time.