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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 8:59:50 GMT -5
The frigid cold of the snow-capped mountain peaks he hovered amidst threatened to ice him over, if it weren't for the protective aura that coated his slender frame. Though he was kept sufficiently warm, Null could do little about the buffeting winds that stirred and howled through the peaks and valleys of the distant mountains, far removed from any proper civilization. He'd never been to Planet Radia. He wasn't assigned to any of the squadrons that took the planet from the Frieza Force under the brutish leadership of Captain Onyon, Commander of the Dominion forces. But the revelry of such a victory had been for every soldier to enjoy. It was a feast to be remembered, dedicating the planet to her royal highness, Radia, herself. But times had changed. This planet was no longer under Saiyan occupation, and the few that remained did so out of necessity, more than loyalty. In recent turbulent times, it seemed to call to the lost brethren who once saw this planet as a beacon of their fearless leader's undying resolve. It was easy to surmise that the woman, herself, could live forever. The queen was dead. And a dead planet remained. Yet her vision had not died. It lived on in Null's very heart. "Hmph." Lavender eyes swept the area, observing the snow-laden ground and frozen lakes. All of it was artificial. All of it false. Controlled by the very planet itself, merely a floating megastructure. "Such a dead place was undeserving of you, my queen." He mused quietly, his mane of white hair and long hem of his white robes flapping incessantly in the breeze. "Perhaps you, too, were short-sighted. And only at the end of your life did you realize this, and attempt to remedy such a mistake." It wasn't a harsh judgment cast upon a dead monarch—only a simple statement of truth he wished her closest advisers had imparted such wisdom when Radia was alive to hear it. "No... your vision will not die here. It shall live on, through me. I shall make a place where all are welcome... in due time."
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Post by Dain Sincara on Feb 7, 2019 7:38:05 GMT -5
Was it a mere coincidence or true fate that brought the two Saiya-Jin together again. Dain did not know, but it was weird to say the least. He had been sipping whiskey as he sat near the graves of fallen comrades. With his friend Zarytto he had helped defend the planet several times from threats. Albeit victorious in the end, Saiya-Jin blood was spilled with every attack and comrade in arms vanished. Of course this could be said on a lot of planets the empire once held. He and his commander helped defend a lot of place. Yet this one was special to Dain as it had been a planet which he helped conquer. Though not directly, he and Zarytto had dispatched several squadrons of their elite soldier. Soldiers they had helped train and prepare for battle.
“Here is to you…” He muttered softly as he raised the bottle to the rows of graves in front of him, before taking a big swig.
Merely a few handfuls had come back and even less would ever be able to fight again…
So once a year he came here to pay his respects. Something he had pledged to do, until they would fade from his memory as well.
He had not expected his murmurings and memories to be interrupted, but interrupted they were. He could hear a very familiar voice coming from behind him somewhere. Abruptly he was dragged from his little world and taken back into reality. With an energy that surprised even himself, he jumped back up his feet, wiped the… dampness… from his eyes and dusted himself off. Or snowed himself off? He was unsure of what the word was when covered in a layer of snow.
His thick gray cloak and lightning had kept him sufficiently warm, but he could still feel how the cold had slowly managed to creep into his old bones.
“A mistake you say? Are you implying that the soldiers who died here, did so because of a mistake?” He said loudly, a faint smile decorating his face, as he made his way towards the Saiya-Jin he knew as Null. “Please tell me though you will adopt her true visions and not the ones she had when she went into a demented, retarded state and decided to give everything back we bled for.” He asked with a grin, yet his eyes were deadly serious as he stared at Null.
Just at that moment a snow storm picked up and the vision began to quickly deteriorate, forcing Dain to move in a lot closer then he had wanted to. He remembered their last duel and Null was an extremely talented fighter. If possible Dain would have liked to stay a bit further away, out of striking distance, but he liked being able to see his foe a bit more still.
“So what actually brought you to this planet?” He asked as he pulled a second bottle from his pocket and passed it to Null. It was not the same whiskey he was drinking. In fact it was only a medium brand, but then again the bottle had never been intended for him. As much respect he had for his dead comrades, he was not going to spill the best whiskey over their graves. “Here, it will help you keep warm.” He said honestly.
Despite them not getting along the first time, Dain held no grudge against the man. He was a strong Saiya-Jin and a great fighter. Even if they did not see eye to eye, at the very least he respected him enough to share a bottle of medium quality whiskey. It was the least he could share with a fellow Saiya-Jin in this frozen hell.
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Total Word Count: 600
@cress
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