Post by Basil on Feb 22, 2024 7:41:21 GMT -5
Basil found himself wandering away from the spot he had been kidnapped from, searching for anything he could to help clue him in on the current situation within Sadala. Who was this new Queen he had heard about? What did she have planned for the Saiyans in the future? And what about those who came before? Basil couldn't even remember the name of the monarch who ruled during his time, yet he knew that he respected the simple outline they had put forth: conquer Plant and make it our own.
Basil was a simple man, even by Saiyan standards. He liked to fight, and he liked to win. The Saiyans of old had given him an outlet to do so, yet now he hears that they have taken that away, having called a truce with the Tuffles. The thought of that made him sick to his stomach, though maybe he could find someone who could provide an valid explanation as to why this course of action made sense.
He might have marched on down to the palace himself, but his Ki sensing was so broken that he didn't even have a good understanding of his own strength any more, and was left to assume that the current crop of elites would comfortably wipe the floor with him. So instead he tried to poke around some of the smaller settlements in the hopes of finding an answer. What he came across was not a village as he had expected, but an outpost.
"Mercenaries!?" Basil couldn't recall this settlement when he had last been on Plant, though considering the experiments that were done on him fogging some of his memories it was possible that it had been there all along. Basil had a mixed feeling when it came to their kind; although he respected the desire to battle, Basil believed that fighting for money was distasteful. Basil fought for the thrill of the battle, and to better his people through expansion.
As he entered through the gate the Saiyan made a beeline towards an unguarded scouter that had been left on a box of crates, quickly putting it on and giving the surrounding area a quick scan. "Whoa... ten... twenty thousand?" These punks were damn near as strong as the Saiyan elites he had known... what a waste. A loud beep came rang from the device as a high power level was surging towards Basil, causing the Saiyan to spin around and catch a fist to the jaw.
"Thief!" The shot had enough to knock Basil down onto his ass, though only because he hadn't seen it coming. As the alien attempted to reach down Basil instead reached up, grabbing a hold of his forearm. He had only meant to push the bastard away from him, but instead he accidentally snapped the arm in two, causing the blue skinned freak to wail in pain and run off. Basil chuckled to himself as he returned to his feet, now noticing the many eyes that had been drawn to him. "His fault. I'm not looking for any trouble... unless someone else wants to start it."
Basil was a simple man, even by Saiyan standards. He liked to fight, and he liked to win. The Saiyans of old had given him an outlet to do so, yet now he hears that they have taken that away, having called a truce with the Tuffles. The thought of that made him sick to his stomach, though maybe he could find someone who could provide an valid explanation as to why this course of action made sense.
He might have marched on down to the palace himself, but his Ki sensing was so broken that he didn't even have a good understanding of his own strength any more, and was left to assume that the current crop of elites would comfortably wipe the floor with him. So instead he tried to poke around some of the smaller settlements in the hopes of finding an answer. What he came across was not a village as he had expected, but an outpost.
"Mercenaries!?" Basil couldn't recall this settlement when he had last been on Plant, though considering the experiments that were done on him fogging some of his memories it was possible that it had been there all along. Basil had a mixed feeling when it came to their kind; although he respected the desire to battle, Basil believed that fighting for money was distasteful. Basil fought for the thrill of the battle, and to better his people through expansion.
As he entered through the gate the Saiyan made a beeline towards an unguarded scouter that had been left on a box of crates, quickly putting it on and giving the surrounding area a quick scan. "Whoa... ten... twenty thousand?" These punks were damn near as strong as the Saiyan elites he had known... what a waste. A loud beep came rang from the device as a high power level was surging towards Basil, causing the Saiyan to spin around and catch a fist to the jaw.
"Thief!" The shot had enough to knock Basil down onto his ass, though only because he hadn't seen it coming. As the alien attempted to reach down Basil instead reached up, grabbing a hold of his forearm. He had only meant to push the bastard away from him, but instead he accidentally snapped the arm in two, causing the blue skinned freak to wail in pain and run off. Basil chuckled to himself as he returned to his feet, now noticing the many eyes that had been drawn to him. "His fault. I'm not looking for any trouble... unless someone else wants to start it."
PL: 125,000
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/270
Resources: Burning Ki, Trump Card, BKB
Items: Scouter
WC: 521
TWC: 521
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/270
Resources: Burning Ki, Trump Card, BKB
Items: Scouter
WC: 521
TWC: 521