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Post by Emperor Ticoga on Apr 26, 2024 1:28:19 GMT -5
Ticoga had been standing, gazing through the viewport of The Relentless' forward viewport at the green and blue world, for quite some time now. Hours, perhaps. Arcose was enduring an attack without him; those rotten snakes that pretended to be poor mistreated sheep. Sheep did not sneak away in fear to attack a planet and destroy it. Marimba had shown his true colors; he was just a vile a beast as Lottus and Yangcong. Fortunately for Ticoga - he had data.
Gandigan had shown off his mightiest power in Hell - so Ticoga knew full well what level Marimba could reach, and soon. But the Namekian and his hoard of demon followers would not find the Empire vulnerable. Marimba knew full well what Maxsuz Argin is - genocidal - and chose to act as if he cared about reigning him in. Obviously, Marimba was a manipulator - just like Gandigan.
The only genuine Mazoku Ticoga had met was probably that strange being, Pankaa, whom had attended his meeting with Nero and Jinx on behalf of the Mazoku. Rather than face the truth of the matter, and let Ticoga deal with the genocidal maniac... Well, it was too late for them in Ticoga's eyes. And no matter the result of the attack against Arcose, the Empire would continue to be attacked by the wicked beasts, so Ticoga could only do one thing - prepare. Prepare for a back and forth war to be waged until the demons lost their spirit, or until the Empire was no more.
"...Perhaps this is karma." Ticoga says, breathing a light sigh. If this plight with the Mazoku was indeed karma, the Empire certainly had earned it. Centuries of conquest and repression, enslavement and exterminations, manipulations and destruction. The Empire was rife with underworld mob powers, and Ticoga had deposed of no less than seventy planetary governors that were ruling their given worlds like dictators, all in the Empire's glorious name. Twenty four Clan Heads had lost their lives to Ticoga's purge, leaving behind a blood tyranny that was Ticoga's own rule. "Yes... we've earned the karma. But that doesn't mean I will allow the slaughter."
If Zuqetta and Gira believed they could change the Saiyans, then Ticoga could change the Empire. The sound of a door quietly sliding open reaches Ticoga's ears, though he remains watching Namek as the ship moved in geosynchronous orbit.
"My Emperor, the room is ready." came a rumbling voice behind the Emperor.
Ticoga turns, and is greeted by the sight of the massive Racallian, Rambutan. Rambutan was only recently assigned to The Relentless to serve as Ticoga's personal aide; it was both a gesture to the Racallan people, whom were recently uplifted from a labor world to full Imperial membership as civilians, and to show that Ticoga still did not subscribe to favoritism.
"Thank you, Chamberlain." Ticoga says evenly and calmly. "Could you please see that our guests are comfortable and have what they need. I imagine this conversation is going to be uncomfortable for us all."
"Yes Lord." Rambutan replies, smiling wide. This was a major victory for the Racallan people - serving the Emperor directly was one thing, but to see to the rulers of another world as well? He had no intentions to dishonor his people with a poor performance. "Shall I lay out any foods? Or will drinks suffice?"
"Both, please." Ticoga replies with a nod. "I find discussions much easier when the mind is enjoying something like a good food. Use the T'farian jelly filled Cerat cakes - Monarch Zuqetta seemed to have a sweet tooth, when I first met her."
Rambutan bows his head and straightens, rising to his seven and a half feet tall full height. Normally, someone as large as Rambutan would struggle with doorways - but The Relentless was itself a massive starship. The ship comfortably carried two thousand soldiers, five hundred crewers, and several hundred service and cleaning androids. To accommodate for the vastly varied alien species, everything seemed slightly larger than it could have needed to be. Ticoga's diminutive stature led him to believe watching him walk through the huge doorways may be amusing to the crew.
Rambutan thumps through the curving hall of the ship, and had marveled once at the ship's simplicity. He'd been aboard Imperial cruisers before - but Ticoga's ship possessed none of the opulence; none of the statements of status or achievements, nothing to signify he was a ruler above the Noble Clans. The walls were colored like white eggshells, broken only by the outlines of doorways. The walls were smooth to the touch, and Rambutan found it hard to believe the texture was actually a metal. The floors were black, and reflective with how clean they were; and the overhead lighting never felt too bright, bright enough to cast away shadows, but dim enough to not bother the eyes.
Rambutan stops before a doorframe, setting a large palm to a silver oval to the left of the doorframe, and with a quiet swoosh the door slid open to reveal a room some would have considered a luxurious home back on Racall. The floor was completely covered in a soft carpet decorated in a complex sequence of shapes and colors, but a pattern could be seen if one cared to find it. Every edge along the carpet was a dark red wherever it touched the walls, and from that red border the carpet alternated between purple and blue of seemingly varying intensity. A single, wide and round viewport looked out towards the stars, though the horizon of Namek could be seen and cast its glow softly into the room.
The ceiling swept and curved down, connecting to the floor on the side opposite to the viewport, and the walls themselves seemed to be a color somewhere between eggshell white and metal grey that caught the colors of Namek as if they belonged. A deep brown wooden table is set in the direct center of the room and flanked by six chairs that appeared to be cut from the same type of wood - each chair set an exact even space from each other around the table.
There was no art of Arcose in this room; instead, it seemed like everthing in this room had come from a different world altogether - strange long leafed plants that shimmered with blue, green, and purple; artistic cups that would soon hold the drinks of Ticoga and his guests each with a loop that a finger would be slipped through to better grip and control the cup; plates of translucent glass; a knitted table cloth that clearly had Brenchian stylistic ambition; and the cushioned furniture designed for aliens with serpentine bodies in mind lined the walls.
The low level light, along with an aeromatic effect of the plants, made the room feel quite calming. Rambutan got about the work of setting up the cakes upon each plate, and carefully set flasks of various non-alcoholic beverages along the center of the table, just in case a preference for certain types of fruit or vegetable juices were requested. Pleased with his work, all that was left now was to wait for the guests to arrive.
And surely enough, the door slides open to allow the Emperor's guests - whom will have been guided to this room by a blue-skinned Brenchian woman - to enter.
"Welcome, esteemed guests." Rambutan rumbles pleasantly in a well practiced greeting, bowing his head. "The Emperor will be arriving shortly. Please, sit where you prefer - I am Chamberlain Rambutan, Aide to the Emperor. A pleasure to meet you."
Gandigan had shown off his mightiest power in Hell - so Ticoga knew full well what level Marimba could reach, and soon. But the Namekian and his hoard of demon followers would not find the Empire vulnerable. Marimba knew full well what Maxsuz Argin is - genocidal - and chose to act as if he cared about reigning him in. Obviously, Marimba was a manipulator - just like Gandigan.
The only genuine Mazoku Ticoga had met was probably that strange being, Pankaa, whom had attended his meeting with Nero and Jinx on behalf of the Mazoku. Rather than face the truth of the matter, and let Ticoga deal with the genocidal maniac... Well, it was too late for them in Ticoga's eyes. And no matter the result of the attack against Arcose, the Empire would continue to be attacked by the wicked beasts, so Ticoga could only do one thing - prepare. Prepare for a back and forth war to be waged until the demons lost their spirit, or until the Empire was no more.
"...Perhaps this is karma." Ticoga says, breathing a light sigh. If this plight with the Mazoku was indeed karma, the Empire certainly had earned it. Centuries of conquest and repression, enslavement and exterminations, manipulations and destruction. The Empire was rife with underworld mob powers, and Ticoga had deposed of no less than seventy planetary governors that were ruling their given worlds like dictators, all in the Empire's glorious name. Twenty four Clan Heads had lost their lives to Ticoga's purge, leaving behind a blood tyranny that was Ticoga's own rule. "Yes... we've earned the karma. But that doesn't mean I will allow the slaughter."
If Zuqetta and Gira believed they could change the Saiyans, then Ticoga could change the Empire. The sound of a door quietly sliding open reaches Ticoga's ears, though he remains watching Namek as the ship moved in geosynchronous orbit.
"My Emperor, the room is ready." came a rumbling voice behind the Emperor.
Ticoga turns, and is greeted by the sight of the massive Racallian, Rambutan. Rambutan was only recently assigned to The Relentless to serve as Ticoga's personal aide; it was both a gesture to the Racallan people, whom were recently uplifted from a labor world to full Imperial membership as civilians, and to show that Ticoga still did not subscribe to favoritism.
"Thank you, Chamberlain." Ticoga says evenly and calmly. "Could you please see that our guests are comfortable and have what they need. I imagine this conversation is going to be uncomfortable for us all."
"Yes Lord." Rambutan replies, smiling wide. This was a major victory for the Racallan people - serving the Emperor directly was one thing, but to see to the rulers of another world as well? He had no intentions to dishonor his people with a poor performance. "Shall I lay out any foods? Or will drinks suffice?"
"Both, please." Ticoga replies with a nod. "I find discussions much easier when the mind is enjoying something like a good food. Use the T'farian jelly filled Cerat cakes - Monarch Zuqetta seemed to have a sweet tooth, when I first met her."
Rambutan bows his head and straightens, rising to his seven and a half feet tall full height. Normally, someone as large as Rambutan would struggle with doorways - but The Relentless was itself a massive starship. The ship comfortably carried two thousand soldiers, five hundred crewers, and several hundred service and cleaning androids. To accommodate for the vastly varied alien species, everything seemed slightly larger than it could have needed to be. Ticoga's diminutive stature led him to believe watching him walk through the huge doorways may be amusing to the crew.
Rambutan thumps through the curving hall of the ship, and had marveled once at the ship's simplicity. He'd been aboard Imperial cruisers before - but Ticoga's ship possessed none of the opulence; none of the statements of status or achievements, nothing to signify he was a ruler above the Noble Clans. The walls were colored like white eggshells, broken only by the outlines of doorways. The walls were smooth to the touch, and Rambutan found it hard to believe the texture was actually a metal. The floors were black, and reflective with how clean they were; and the overhead lighting never felt too bright, bright enough to cast away shadows, but dim enough to not bother the eyes.
Rambutan stops before a doorframe, setting a large palm to a silver oval to the left of the doorframe, and with a quiet swoosh the door slid open to reveal a room some would have considered a luxurious home back on Racall. The floor was completely covered in a soft carpet decorated in a complex sequence of shapes and colors, but a pattern could be seen if one cared to find it. Every edge along the carpet was a dark red wherever it touched the walls, and from that red border the carpet alternated between purple and blue of seemingly varying intensity. A single, wide and round viewport looked out towards the stars, though the horizon of Namek could be seen and cast its glow softly into the room.
The ceiling swept and curved down, connecting to the floor on the side opposite to the viewport, and the walls themselves seemed to be a color somewhere between eggshell white and metal grey that caught the colors of Namek as if they belonged. A deep brown wooden table is set in the direct center of the room and flanked by six chairs that appeared to be cut from the same type of wood - each chair set an exact even space from each other around the table.
There was no art of Arcose in this room; instead, it seemed like everthing in this room had come from a different world altogether - strange long leafed plants that shimmered with blue, green, and purple; artistic cups that would soon hold the drinks of Ticoga and his guests each with a loop that a finger would be slipped through to better grip and control the cup; plates of translucent glass; a knitted table cloth that clearly had Brenchian stylistic ambition; and the cushioned furniture designed for aliens with serpentine bodies in mind lined the walls.
The low level light, along with an aeromatic effect of the plants, made the room feel quite calming. Rambutan got about the work of setting up the cakes upon each plate, and carefully set flasks of various non-alcoholic beverages along the center of the table, just in case a preference for certain types of fruit or vegetable juices were requested. Pleased with his work, all that was left now was to wait for the guests to arrive.
And surely enough, the door slides open to allow the Emperor's guests - whom will have been guided to this room by a blue-skinned Brenchian woman - to enter.
"Welcome, esteemed guests." Rambutan rumbles pleasantly in a well practiced greeting, bowing his head. "The Emperor will be arriving shortly. Please, sit where you prefer - I am Chamberlain Rambutan, Aide to the Emperor. A pleasure to meet you."
Ticoga:
PL: 150,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/270%
WC: 1,258
Items:
Passive: Scouter, Dyno Capsule, Capsule Carry Kit (+2 Active Items)
Active: Sno Ruby, Destron Capsule, Arm Blaster, Battle Armor, Healthy Beat, Energy Drink, Healthy Bean
Traits: Restrained Might (active), Supremacy (inactive), Durability (1)
Rambutan
PL: 3,400
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/290%
Traits: Full Sauce (inactive), Indestructible, Raw Talent (2), Tenacious (1)
Rambutan's appearance!
PL: 150,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/270%
WC: 1,258
Items:
Passive: Scouter, Dyno Capsule, Capsule Carry Kit (+2 Active Items)
Active: Sno Ruby, Destron Capsule, Arm Blaster, Battle Armor, Healthy Beat, Energy Drink, Healthy Bean
Traits: Restrained Might (active), Supremacy (inactive), Durability (1)
Rambutan
PL: 3,400
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/290%
Traits: Full Sauce (inactive), Indestructible, Raw Talent (2), Tenacious (1)
Rambutan's appearance!
