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Post by T on Jul 30, 2018 21:33:00 GMT -5
Aboard the S.S. Blow This Shit UpAs silent as the grave, as dead as a doornail, a nonentity proceeds forth through the blackness of space- invisible, intangible, undetected, yet entirely animated within. A realm of sorts perhaps. It’s halls sang with murmurs and creaks as servants moved about with purpose. All in preparation for the coming of their lord, of course. Unlike the last time he arrived, they made sure to keep themselves busy while he was not present. Or rather, he was present, but simply not awake for the past few months. He had the odd tendency to slumber or slack off for months upon end inside of his own chambers if he decided nothing interesting was going on. ‘Awake once more, o child of man.’ “oH sHi-” T jolted upright in his bed. A cold sweat descended his brow as he looked around his bedroom. “Oh,” he lifted his hands to his face to begin rubbing it slowly. Composure. He had to keep his composure. T thought god had spoken to him for a moment there. Nevertheless if what he knew was anything to go by at all, gods did no such thing. Probably. Thus he got out of bed, warped himself into a shower dimension, and promptly took a shower. It was a good shower.
S.S. Blow This Shit Up - Throne RoomCold stone and metal composed most of the room’s surfaces. The entire hall appeared somewhat like a twisted cathedral. An entire hollowed out hallway with an unnecessary amount of greyed skulls lining the path to it’s very middle at which a circular stage laid in wait for souls to perform. Beyond that stood a flight of stairs leading to yet another stage in direct view of the pinnacle, and beyond that, the throne. T found the whole thing distasteful, but he decided on rolling with it regardless. He did not want to hurt the interior designer’s feelings ultimately, even if he himself could simply change it’s entire appearance by will alone. It was his least favourite room in the warped mess of a realm. Therefore, it was mostly safe for his servants to visit it more frequently than he himself. Currently, two maids worked within- replacing the needless curtains. The curtains were very needless. “So,” an undead maid spoke to her skeleton friend. “So?” Asked the skele-maid in response. “Bob proposed to me last week,” she announced. The friend immediately perked her skull up to peer over at the zombie next to her “That’s great news, Sally!” With her boney fingers, she grasped at her friend’s rotting hands. “Congratulations!” “Thank you, Calcy- it’s just…” She sighed. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to tell my parents yet, y’kno-” Cutting their conversation short was an sudden eruption of flames from the centre platform of the throne room. Combustion took place as a slight flicker in mid air for a split second prior to bursting out into a dome of fire which left the previously cold surface seared and small sections of it on fire. When the explosion had finished, T was left standing in the very middle of said stage. He directed his attention to the two maids gawking in awe at his sudden entrance. The Lord Breaker stared at them- the one uncovered eye focused as his brow furrowed for no apparent reason. They froze in fear of his presence. “Where is Jeeves?” The man raised the question in a rather composed tone. “I would summon him myself if not for the fact that the last time I saw him, I chucked him out on a forced vacation.” His arms came to cross as he awaited their replies. He was unsure who exactly they were supposed to be among the other undead staff. Now knowing this, he realised that he may have made too sudden of an appearance. “H-H-e-He-H-” Calcy’s jaw came up and down in a clitter clatter as her bones rattled nervously. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-” Sally’s dragged on a syllable while she tried to process what was happening. Seeing as he was probably not going to get a proper response in the next five minutes or so, T decided to go do something else instead while leaving the two servants to their collective bluescreens. Perhaps watching GodTube would make for a good time.
New Namek - Galactic Patrol Station #25Vacation. He was working as a Galactic Patrol officer on his own vacation. Cheese was almost never one to lay about like his master would. Even on his own spare time, the man would occupy himself with a good book or attempting to aid around the realm where he could. However now that his lord had apparently restored his youth, cast him out, and then left him to his own devices, he had an apparent lack of things to do. Thus, he enrolled under the Galactic Patrol. It made for a great source of information on the ongoings of the universe while doing something with his time. “What do you mean you want to sell the namekians water?" Cheese squinted at the Frost Demon sitting in front of his desk. "Think about it." The lizard-like humanoid brought his right index finger up. "If we can get some namekians stationed on a desert planet as a cultural exchange-" "No." He replied flatly. "Get out of my office immediately, never show your face to me again, and frankly, please consider seeing a therapist." Commanded Cheese entirely in prose as he stamped the word 'DECLINED' in bright red block letters upon a document. After doing so, he pressed a button upon his desk- signalling security to escort the Frost Demon out. With another twitch of his finger, a hologram of a xeno's face was brought up before him. "Please send in the next applicant requiring some sort of valid budget." Cheese adjusted his own eyepatch as he spoke. "The key term being 'valid'." (Word Count : 1002) Etohn
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Post by Etohn on Jul 31, 2018 0:55:26 GMT -5
Work. Lately, that has been all that brought meaning to the Namekian's life. Filing papers. Performing basic policing for the Empire's citizens. Occasionally he could stretch himself out and arrest insurrectionists, though it was growing increasingly rare for them to actively try anything against the organization. Life had truly grown dull in recent times, and even entertaining himself with visions into the past had started to grow stale. Stationed on New Namek, his home planet, Riko had been hoping for a chance to get some free time. He was not as close to his brothers as he used to be, but it still pained him that his last visit had been so long ago, and he had really only slightly assisted in the repairs of Port Briefs. That bastard, Lord Trombone... Riko was of the belief that, if he were there, then that whole tragedy would have never occurred. Supposedly it took two elite Saiyan warriors, one being a well-regarded Dominion soldier, and the other a Super Saiyan, to stop that menace. If only he had the time to commune with his race for a few days... However, a unique opportunity arose whilst working there. Apparently, a distinguished Imperial was being positioned on the planet and would be willing to listen to pitches from those working there to receive funding. Of course, this got the station in a buzz, all of the officers getting hard at work to find a way to further their own position with their 'brilliant' plans. Riko, however, did not need to even think his idea over. Being a remnant from the Patrol, most of his coworkers did not view him in the greatest of lights, and even would recommend to their superiors that he be put under watch. Many of the other Patrol members defected after the transition, so they weren't wrong to think this way. Still, distrust breeds conflict, and conflict negates peace. All Riko wanted was peace in the universe, and if he couldn't even bring peace to where he worked, then that lofty of a goal would be an impossibility. For now, a small step to making himself a beacon of trust would be the first step, and this could be a step to that step. Sitting in an uncomfortable chair, Riko awaits for the number designated on his ticket to be called up. He had already had his proposition approved, and it would only be a matter of time before he was called forth. He was confident, though being denied would definitely prove itself to be a problem. After watching a Frieza Clan come running out of the officer's room bawling, Riko's number would be called by some short Xeno fellow. After getting up and being invited in by them, he'd step through the door and seat himself in front of his officer. Their name tag proudly displayed their name, that being "Cheese." From a folder he had folded beneath his arm, Riko pulled out a variety of forms and placed them in front of the individual. "Now, I'm not going to waste your time with formalities. There are the documents depicting the work I've performed while in the Galactic Empire, with separate for before and after the period in which Legume became Emperor for obvious reasons." If one were to actually look over the sheet, they'd notice Riko's almost impeccable records. No crimes committed, a huge array of notable operations where he received commendations for his efforts, and for recent times, an exhaustive list of criminals captured alive by him. The only thing that he seemed to have not done is kill anything. "Now, I bring these to you and make note of them as I wish to propose a new branch of the Empire that I am to head. The only reason I propose such is that there is no other possible individual that can fulfill such a role, and it would prove immensely beneficial to the infrastructure of the organization. If you are currently unaware, I am a member of the Dragon Clan of the Namekians. This caste of my race is born with inherent magical capabilities, and I stood above the rest in my studies. That is why I am so proficient in armed engagements, despite the fact that I'm naturally weaker than most." To prove his point, he raises his right hand, a large ball of flame springing to life in his palm from no natural source. Then, ice would rapidly rice up from the base of the flame, smothering it and heating up to the point that is mere water, which dances around his hand, wildly changing its shape as it goes. "So, the actual proposition is an Arcane Corps. I would need the funding for a proper base of operations, and there need only be one as I also have the ability to teleport freely around. In there, I would need the facilities for training a person's latent arcane potential, all of which I could give the schematics for, a small campaign for finding those people that actually could work with such forces, another thing that I have a few ideas on doing. Finally, I'd need systems for keeping track of ship transports in the Empire. This is where I describe where this all comes into play." Raising both hands now, a purple pillar of mist would rise from the both of them. The water that was snaking around his right hand would now shoot through the purple mass and creep out of the other one. There was nothing connecting the two, so it obviously was a manner of teleportation. "Such things as teleporting masses from one location to another is incredibly simple for me, and unlike a ship travelling at light speed, mine will never have a delay. As soon as it goes through one end, it appears at the other end. Now, of course, I can't maintain this for the entirety of the Empire on my own, and even if I could, I would be completely incapable of performing missions. Thus I propose this so we can drastically increase the speed of our infrastructure. As an added bonus, during times of war, magic can be used for instant healing, far superior to that of healing pods. For direct combat, though, most are unfit for it, me being one of the very, very few exceptions, so it would in no way invalidate our combat units, and with increased productivity, we could easily afford the extra help from this Arcane Corps. Now, any questions?"Words: 1092 T
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Post by T on Jul 31, 2018 4:18:59 GMT -5
Pleasant surprise of all surprises, it was a Namekian. An awful lot of other Frost Demons and relatively unknown Xeno had wandered their way into his office on that day, but he never thought a Namekian would do so in turn. Mostly for the fact that there were little to none of their kind within the Galactic Patrol, but also due to what sparse pockets of their population existed within the universe as it is.
“Right.” The man’s one visible eyebrow came up to cock as the eye underneath scanned the pages of his documents. A perfect record- how quaint. Much, much more was needed from his young up-and-comer such as a contact higher up the ladder to act upon the matter first and foremost. Nepotism’s the name, budgeting’s the game.
Cheese himself was not a stranger to the bureaucratic processes that an armed, military organisation would have to undergo in order to perform just about anything. His experience back on Earth even before being resurrected by T gave him a grand deal of skill in managing both people and himself on battlefields. The changing of times called for development of new knowledge and a more updated skillset, but he was no foreigner to that himself. He fought in many a battle against the Red Ribbon Army centuries ago, after all.
No time to reminisce on times long past. He listened to what Riko had to say first and foremost while jotting down notes an a piece of paper.
Too true that the Empire had no arcane division for the handling of magical matters. Hard to find the motivation to found one when more technological aspects came into play, or whatever mystical power arose could hardly compare to the might of the Empire’s arms.
“Well, I would first ask you to refrain from performing any of the previously demonstrated acts in my office ever again.” Demanded the officer in his ever calm, ever composed manner of speaking. It sounded as if he took a less commanding stance in this battle of a conversation, and more of a poised position. “Whether or not that much is understood, I shall move on to my assessment of your proposition.”
Cheese inhaled deeply through his nostrils, bringing the tips of his fingers against one another as his elbows resided on the table. “You do understand what you are asking for, do you not?” The man inquired with little hesitation on his own part. A little harsh, but there was more to come along those lines. He pointed the tip of his pen at the phrase ‘Building A New Branch’. “You are a highly esteemed member of the Galactic Patrol. Constructing a new branch should be an easy task- give or take a few weeks or so for the higher ups to sort that out. However, I must point out that there is a large qualm right here.”
He shifted his pen to ‘Transport Logs’. “While your application stands far above the rest I have reviewed so far, this information you require makes it far less appealing to approve.” Said pen then returned to the side of his table. “On the one hand, you are a highly esteemed agent of the Galactic Patrol.” Cheese repeated himself with a light nod. “On the other hand, you are an agent- no less, no more. The data you ask for is redacted from mere agents. If you are dispatched on a mission that concerns any trades in question, the information will be made available to you by your superiors.”
“The best I can do for you on this request would be to approve the assembly of a squad with the purpose you have brought to the table, and transfer the rest of the request to greater powers for review.” Opening a drawing from the side of his desk, the man then took a form out to place in front of Riko. “You can either fill out that form and submit it to me at a later time, or do so on the interwebs. The budget and permissions granted for your operations will be about the same as any other task force from the Patrol unless a special request is made and approved in the future as well.”
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Post by Etohn on Aug 1, 2018 0:22:07 GMT -5
At the order to stop showcasing his magic, Riko would snap his hands shut, the previous apparitions instantly fading away. He reckoned that this 'Cheese' individual did not feel comfortable with magic being waved about willy-nilly in their presence, as most do, so it would be best to respect their request. Riko frowned slightly when told that the transport logs would not be provided to him. What they said was true, that the Namekian was merely an agent, albeit one far above most of his cohorts. The part that irked him is that, if an entire branch was created based on the magical arts, chances are that Riko would be one of the few, if only people in it that can serve as a soldier, as well. Magic hardly has a place on the battlefield in the hands of most, so without the ability to assist other parts of the Empire, there would be basically no point to its existence. Despite all this, however, Riko did not immediately speak up and raise these points, and he did get rewarded for this patience. As Cheese continued, they did explain that a squad in a similar vein to his request is a possibility. True, it was not as grand of a position to lead in, though it would be a step upwards. "I see...Without the branch receiving more information than is privy to an officer, it isn't realistic to create such a group to assist only when receiving direct orders. The squadron, however, is a good substitute, I suppose." Riko leans back in his chair and clasps his hand together as he continues. "However, I would like a few things clarified for this, as I've never served in a squadron before. As I am the one seeking approval for it, and based on my achievements, I obviously would lead it. However, do I have any word when it comes to who serves below me, or do the higher-ups choose people with proven arcane talents in their records and transfer them to me?" While he was not opposed to the second option, Riko had been hoping to recruit folks from outside of the Empire to a squadron such as this. No great wizard is going to join the Space Police of their own volition, so there were likely very few people within the Imperial roster that could even prove useful in such a role. "Secondly, what privileges would a squadron have that individual agents don't? Obviously, they'd be called onto missions pertaining to their specialization, but what past that? A couple of extra mages do little to help me with what I'm already capable of. I don't want a meaningless position, is what I'm getting at. I already perform well as an agent, and I seek a greater position for furthering the Empire's goals, is all." Words: 474 T
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Post by T on Aug 2, 2018 3:12:03 GMT -5
Observation after question after observation galore. Cheese was beginning to like the Namekian’s attitude towards this line of work. Had he met under different conditions, perhaps the officer may have even attempted to recruit him into his master’s ranks. Be that as it may, it was not his place to interrupt with any other official bureaucratic processes under the watch of the Empire. At the very least, he was somewhat of an aspiring figure regardless of the peculiarity of trying to oversell his capabilities. But who would not do the same?
A formal interview where one wishes to gain certain permissions by selling themselves is hardly a time to be modest.
“A little bit of both- bordering on the former scenario.” Cheese’s tone lightened up by an ever so slight amount on it’s harshness. “You would be in handling recruitment processes while people higher in rank shuffle in units every now and then. It’s advised that you do not turn away those that they ask you to bring in-” He nodded with a raised eyebrow once while putting extra emphasis on his next sentence. “-Or take out. As I am sure you are aware, a military organisation has many branches of expertise. The galactic Empire is no exception to such a necessity, and as such, those who possess greater powers may request for a transferral of units from your squadron to theirs as well as the opposite.”
Pity that one could only go so far in a faux-merit based system. Being a prodigy like Riko could only get one so far at this point. What the empire needed was loyalty. Loyalty beyond any other to the first Emperor in order to rise through the ranks. Working in such a boring position did have some benefit to Cheese. Requests coming in from lower powers allowed him to get somewhat of a good picture of what sort of flies this batch of sugar attracts. Not quite enough to influence any parties, but somewhat decent in gathering intel.
“A squadron would give you your own working space on a planet under the galactic Empire’s command you may find most suitable to your endeavours, a chance to rise up higher by proving yourself to Lord Polaris; blessed be his rule; and various other opportunities.” The word ‘lord’ felt strained to him as he said it. Never before had he regarded anyone but T in such a light, but it would have to do for the time being.
“The only way you may be allowed additional special permissions is by either becoming an Ultramarine yourself, or through the Emperor.” His sentence was slightly redundant to say since both processes were ultimately through the Galactic Emperor’s will. Nevertheless, he had no other means he could list.
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Post by Etohn on Aug 3, 2018 15:11:28 GMT -5
So a squadron would give him his own power over those below him, though orders may be issued that he must adhere to. This wasn't really a problem, as those below him are a means to an end, that end being more trust given to him, a possible admittance to the Ultramarines, and thus a way to further push his agenda. If anything, having to follow their orders, and doing so faithfully will merely aid him in the long run. Having his squad's base being restricted to a physical planet could be a problem, however. "Emm, a question about the basing for this. You see, I was hoping to not have us located on an actual, physical planet, nor a random location in space. Years ago I created a sort of...pocket dimension that I am in full control over, and that only I can enter currently. Of course, I could provide methods for certain things or people to travel to and fro from anywhere in the universe to there, just I'm unsure if there is any regulations about such a thing. As most of the organization are not mages, it would be next to impossible for me to properly explain how such a thing functions and exists. Due to that uncertainty, I'm unsure if I would be allowed this. It is a definite boon to my capabilities, given how there is no physicality from this realm to restrict me, like the air itself, for example. Basically, would such a thing be allowed without the Lord's direct blessings?"Words: 258 (1824 Total) T
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Post by T on Aug 6, 2018 11:37:35 GMT -5
“If you plan on asking that question,” Cheese took yet another slip of paper from yet another drawer. He then placed it on the desk before slowly pushing it towards Riko using his right index finger. “All I may do for you is refer you directly to who it should be posted to, and promptly answered by-” He tapped upon the title of said form.
“The Galactic Emperor’s authority itself. Higher council.” Tap. Tap. Tap.
A Tv Room Beyond Space, Time and Detection
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
In the void of space, sound fails to travel. In the absence of time, events fail to transpire. By bending rules and concepts, one can put together a mishmash of nonsensical activities on the event horizon. That may very well be why a television set managed to produce sound in a vacuum while being heard, and display moving images while things simply failed to move around it. That also may be why T was currently eating potato chips without suffocating or suffering from indigestion, or simply outright dying altogether.
Floating in a relatively still position was a cream coloured couch. Sitting on said couch was T as he watched the meeting between Riko and Cheese transpire. On the ninth opposite end of a Fifth-Dimensional couch levitated a being with numerous eyes on the very top of a body resembling a mushroom stalk. Hairy, root-like appendages hung down from it’s bulbous head-cap for with apparent purpose. Or perhaps a single purpose which seemed to be reaching over to snag a chip or two from T’s bowl now and then.
“This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever watched in my entire life.” The man stated flatly. His left eye narrowed upon the screen as he let out a brief sigh.
“You’re the dumbest thing I’ve ever I’ve ever watched in my entire life.” Wrote the being in a choir of unknown voices from every Two-Dimensional direction.
“Really though, paperwork is all they are talking about.” Another chip was plopped into his mouth. “It’s really boring- I don’t know why decided to watch them in the first place.”
“You’re really boring.” It repeated after T to mock the very concept of an adjective and the man at the same time. “I don’t know why I decided to watch you in the first place.”
In response to that that, the Lord Breaker’s left eye twitched. “Hey.”
“What?” Asked the thing by sending panes of raw mackerels descending from the heavens.
“Do you want to see how eldritch abominations can be actually erased forever?” T peered over in his irksome acquaintance’s general dimension.
“No.” It refused.
“Yes.” He confirmed.
“Please no, no, no nOOOOO-"
"If that is all, I hope you a good day,"Cheese concluded.
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Post by Etohn on Aug 7, 2018 15:10:43 GMT -5
Reaching out and taking the sheet from Cheese, Riko nods at what they tell him. Of course, even if it was not approved, Riko could just as easily make it impossible for others to tell they were in that pocket dimension, and the location of his "base" could merely be an empty building with the doors serving as portals to the location that nobody would be able to tell apart, but at least he tried. "Alright, sir. I shall be sure to do that soon. Aside from that, I believe I'm done. Have a good day, sir." Rising up from his chair, Riko bows to the other man before vacating the room. He'd gotten what he needed from here, and now all that was left to do was speak with the appropriate channels and make this plan a reality. It was not quite as effective of a meeting as he'd wanted, but he was hardly one to complain when he was actually coming out of it with positive thoughts. Going to his private chambers, Riko would dim the lights of the room and sit on a simple bamboo pad on the floor. There, he'd begin formulating his thoughts for his squadron. Words: 202 (2026 Total) T
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