Dain was just on a routine mission. Well at least for him routine. He was transporting a lot of food and vegetables for a planet on the brink of starvation. Apparently there was a war somewhere in this galaxy and one of the sides was losing. How unspectacular droll. When one of the empires lost the space around a planet, it got caught of guard and here is where it had drawn Dain´s attention. Neither the losing nor the victorious side had come to him. Instead a single young boy had broken through the blockade of ships and through a lot of sideways had found his way to him.

The young Aropiok had then somehow convinced Dain it was worth taking the risk. Promising him all the treasures the Saiya-Jin could find on his home planet, if he could help them with their food supplies.

It was a tantalizing task and Dain knew all too well it probably would not be worth his time. His records had indicated the planet was a mere overgrown market. The people were not farmers, they were merchants in a spacehub. It had been founded several hundred years ago and despite having flourished, making several new settlements and mining operations, the people did not nearly grow enough crops to maintain themselves.

They simply had no need. Their planet was conveniently located in the a most empty pocket of the galaxy. It was why the tradehub was created in the first place and their trading position had granted them enough power to trade food and any other necessities. In fact they were so rich they were able to get a planetary shield and some of the most sophisticated defenses available. It was why the planet had never been conquered, not even threatened. The only mistake was that at one point the Magister of the planet decided to ally himself with the Gruk. A powerful race that was slowly conquering their solar system and already aiming their eyes out wards. For seeing this the man made a bet and for the next hundred years it made them rich.

Using the tradehub the Gruk expanded outward and kept conquering planet after planet, until their neighbors grew upset and formed their own alliance. Bit by bit the might of the alliance began pushing back the Gruk until eventually they defeated the Gruk in the empty void. The space battle that took place was one for the ages, yet eventually the Gruk lost and had to retreat to their own solar system. It was a phyrric victory though and the alliance lost over 95% of it´s offensive fleet. Over half of the ships were completely destroyed and the other half so severely damaged it would take years to fully repair all of them.

Without the hub to supply them the alliance could not press forward into Gruk territory and with their losses being so heavy, they could not invade the planet either.

So the hub was caught in the middle. Unable to trade and forced to starve if nothing was going to change. That was where Dain came in. His ship was supposed to break through the blockade and provide enough food to last them a year. So his holds were stocked to the brim. Not with actual food, but with food replicators and the blocks that those machines used. Even his own private quarters had been stuffed. Only the bridge was still free of them and that is where Dain suddenly got the hail.

“Very well, come aboard! I will allow you and a crew to beam directly onto the bridge.” Dain said, trying to sound cheerful, even if he could curse the gods for his rotten luck.

To run into the empire was always a pain. He was not exactly their star child, even if he had done some highly classified missions for them. There were insurances for him, but for him to be actually able to play those, he would already have to be captured and ready to spill the beans on some very high people in the empire. Not a place he wanted to be.

However he could not afford to be searched to thoroughly either. Even if he was on a mission of aid, that had nothing to do with the empire, he was -as always- carrying quite a bit of contraband and his motives where not as pure as Aropiok was hoping. Sure he was going to deliver the food and get paid. He was also paid by the alliance to disable the shield and kill the Magister, making room for his succesor who was in his path. While the Gruk where paying him to clear the area of alliance ships to help them recapture the area.

Dain had a plan to make all three happen and get paid three times for his effort. None of the contracts where exclusive and his loyalty belonged to himself, not any of these three.

Now if only the empire would not interfere, he could get quite rich. Especially once the rest of the Ravagers would arrive to start mining the remains of the space battles. Thousands of carcasses of battle cruisers ships and heavier, among millions of fighters. Just from the precious hull metals, they could make a fortune.

“Aropiok, go to my room and hide there. Petey show him the way!” Dain bellowed, just as he made a few hand gestures to clear the rest of the bridge. “May I ask what you are looking for?”

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Brisk had no clue how right he was. Well actually that is just a general saying, as he apparently knew exactly what was going to happen. The moment the two men had stopped speaking and lowered their guns, Dain had simply sighted. Of course he had not wanted these men to find the goods, but to actually make a problem out of a cargo room filled with food. A vein of annoyance ran across his forehead as he stepped forward. The two men still did try to respond, aiming their guns and even firing a shot or two.

Regardless their lifeless bodies fell to the ground a moment later and the vein on Dain´s forehead was pulsing a bit less. Albeit only a tiny bit. This was a mess and he had to quell it now or this was going to get very messy. He had more ships on the way and his ship was probably equal to his foes. However no doubt his foe could raise more ships as well and the last thing he needed was a full space battle between the Ravagers and the little empire this captain belonged to.

No matter which side would win, his wallet and profit would lose anyway.

“Okay I am withdrawing visiting rights. Now I need my ship in one piece, so I am coming outside. How about we meet face to face and talk about this like gentleman?” He said as he gritted his teeth and quickly followed a practiced set of actions. First he transformed, albeit keeping his power to a bare minimum, so he would not alert the enemy. Next he summoned his clone and then equipped his black combat armor, before telling Petey to teleport him onto the outer hull of his cruiser.

If anything Dain did not like battles between war cruisers. They were messy, took forever and he always had to repair his ship afterward. He did not see why he would have to go through the trouble if he could simply power up and blow it up in a single attack, just like he did planets.

There was another reason he wanted to meet the captain of the vessel though. He was getting sick and tired of the empire always getting in his way. Normally he tended to run, but today he decided he would make a statement. “Hello captain in the service of the empire. My name is Dain Sincara, leader of the Ravagers. Next time we meet, remember this meeting and turn back the moment you and your comrades see me coming!” He said as he began powering up a bit, gathering power in the palms of his hands. He was just about to release two KI-Waves towards the enemy ship -not enough to destroy it, merely knock it around pretty well. If he destroyed it, who would relay the message after all?!?- when he suddenly felt two signatures something approach him.



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Dain simply cracked his neck as he felt two others appear near him. It was not what he had expected, but nothing too bad and he was looking forward to the fight. The only problem was that on the hull of his own ship he could not really unleash his power. If he did he was liable to destroy the Atrioch by accident. A simple missed blast could rupture the hull or he could knock the intruders straight through his ship.

“Petey, focus shields directly onto the hull and prepare to seal many hull breaches.” Dain said calmly as he placed his hand in his armored neck and cracked it a final time.

“So you two really want to test your strength against me?” He said with a grin, his confidence shining through, even despite the metalic voice, just as the blasts started coming in. As he clenched his fist his golden aura appeared around him, completed with blue lightning.

For the moment Dain was forced to play defense. Moving in and out rapidly, squatting away all the blasts that were coming at him and his ship back into space. It was easier said then done though and despite his best efforts a few got through and impacted on the outer ship hull. Covering the area with smoke and flames. It was not enough to break the Katchin hull, yet several systems inside the ships were knocked around, including the sensors that could have picked up the other creature sneaking around the hull.

As Dain was defending though, his clone jumped into action. Blasting through the smoke it closed the gap between itself and the demoness, only to appear behind her just before he got to her and tried to hit her in the side with a devastating roundhouse kick. It did not wait to see the result though as the next moment it vanished and appeared in front of the Namekian, throwing a text book flying Uppercut at the green warrior.



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So that was it. Dain thought with a smile as he finally identified the strange feeling he had been having. Even if the ship sensors were down, his own feelers were not. Although until the man actually made the attack, Dain could not track him. Now he was almost too late though and had he not have a fast majority of power at his disposal, his ship would definitely have taken the brunt of the attack.

For a brief moment though he unleashed his true power, the air trembling for a split second as he dashed off with lightning speed. The Changeling -now that he got a look at him- almost looking to stand still from his point of view.

Still it was going to be a close call and he had to make a sliding dive, like you see baseball players do to reach the plate. Just in the last second he managed to slide under the incoming meteorite and extended his hands like a cup to catch the bald head. The impact was enough to push him almost a feet into the katchin hull, but when the smoke cleared up, the changeling would see Dain grinning from up close.

“Close, but no cigar!” He said with a grin, his back aching from the impact and a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. That was too close… He thought to himself as he vanished from underneath the changeling, only to appear at his side, aiming to send him flying with a round house kick. If things went well he would appear a bit later in the path of the changeling, his elbow extended, hoping to catch the changeling on the nose with the stickiest bit of bone.

Meanwhile his clone kept engaging the two other fighters.

“Pleasure to meet you, I presume you are the captain? In which case let me introduce myself, Dain Sincara. Bounty hunter and leader of the Ravagers.” He said with a grin, as he let his golden aura burn brightly around him. “Under which authority do you think you are stopping my vessel? Even if I am a smuggler as your men claimed, this is neutral territory… I think…” He said, the last part with a bit of doubt, as he actually was not too sure. He had been to busy napping as the traveled to keep track.



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Dain simply stood there, listening to the changeling, simply nodding occasionally to indicate he had not fallen asleep. -Even if there was nothing else he rather wanted to do.- The saddest part of his outfit was that nobody could see his face and he preferred to grin rather then talk. Like he had no desire to express he actually did understand Brisk. He had fought in the Vegetian army for decades and had served the Earth military for a long period of time. Dain knew what service and servitude was and in a way he respected it. Quite a bit actually. He just had grown tired about it and decided to be his own man for a century or two.

“I am sorry, but if I recall they attacked me and my ship first…” Was all Dain said to another accusation of him being a ruthless killer. Why did everyone always attack him and then blame him if they died…

Just in time though he realized what the changeling was trying to do. Or rather too late, but he had just enough time to shift his body so the fist blast hit and pierced his shoulder, rather then one of his vital organs. Instantly blood was flying through space, droplets simply hovering in the vacuum and for a split second Dain could feel the pressure of vacuum trying to suck his entire body through the small hole in his armor.

Luckily his suit was not build as badly as being solely reliant upon the plating. Before the vacuum could do any damage, the VI in the suit already closed the hole with a temporary force field.

“Okay two mistakes.” Dain said as he raised a single finger, as he landed calmly on the ship, his clone doing the same at the other side of the changeling, trapping the being in between them like a Vegemite sandwich. “One, don´t presume me or my suit are that easily defeated.” He said as he raised one finger, while using his other hand to deflect the other finger blast back into space. “Two, we are on my ship, between the hull and the shields. What makes you think it is impossible to fill that space with air?” He asked with a grin, albeit he did not ask Petey to fill it just yet.

True it was possible to fill the space, but to do that he would need to drain his life support systems and vacuum out the largest parts of the ship, to fill the area quick. Since his ship was not build for internal vacuum, it would do quite a bit of damage. Still… it was good to have that up his sleeve he guessed.

“Oh and I forgot about three…” He said as he raised a third finger, before extending both hands towards the changeling, his clone doing the same. “You were born a mere changeling… though I guess you can´t help that too much.” He said as he began unleashing a full barrage of KI-Blasts, hoping to catch the changeling between him and the clone, doing as much damage as he could.

Of course Dain did not mean it, he actually believed Changeling's were the best opponents to fight. Somehow he considered them to be the arch rivals of the Saiya-Jin. He just wanted to see his foe get mad and give it his best. As a true Saiya-Jin, he desired the challenge.



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“Oh… but I know exactly what I am up against.” Dain said with a grin as his golden aura began to expand as he clenched his fist. “Perhaps it is time I show you what you are truly up against. Sorry, but you are way out of your league, little changeling.” He said with a cocky grin as he dug his fingers nails deeper into his flesh, drawing a bit of blood as he closed his eyes for a second, before letting out a blood curling scream.

In a moment the darkness of space was lit up by the power exploding from the Saiya-Jins body and the entire ship trembled under the might he was unleashing. His body surrounded by a golden flame aura, filled with blue lightning, so dense it was hard to see the black armor underneath at all. “Sorry commodore, but this is the end of the line for you.” Dain said with his arrogance dripping heavily through his voice, just as his clone appeared beside him, mimicking his every move.

Dain began hovering a few feet above the ground as he stretched out his arms beside him. Pure golden energy began to glow around him, his aura burning with a new intensity. Blue lightning began crackling around him as his muscles swell and veins popped up all over his arms. He spread his legs slightly, as if to stabilize himself and contain the tremendous amount of energy he was summoning. FINAAAALLL FLAASSSSSSSHHHH! He bellowed as both he and his clone slammed their hands together and released a beam of epic proportions.

As the two touched they merged, doubling in size and rushing for both the changeling, the captains and using the commodores ship as a backstop. His muscles where aching slightly from the strain as he threw every bit of power he had into the attack. “You should have run or let me be… He muttered under his breath, as he realized all too well this incident would probably be blamed on him as well.

Yet it was too late to reconsider now.



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