Post by Deleted on May 19, 2013 19:00:59 GMT -5
Their journey hadn't taken very long. The ship itself was capable of fast movement and with Souka and his feeble friend being the only two other passengers there was no doubt that getting to Earth would be a smooth trip. Suki's mind had finally caught hold of the situation, knowing now that he was in fact alive. He questioned now if he had ever really been dead. It was obvious something had happened, the planet Kold for the most part was evacuated, and the only remaining creatures were of the SSE -Who comically took to the wind as soon as Suki's power level had shown up-
Suki would not make that mistake twice. He knew his Royal form was a lot to handle and that many still feared him. Rightfully so if they were of the SSE. Suki remembered his final dying moments. He remembered why he had sacrificed himself, and it had been in redemption of Serori. His heart skipped a beat thinking about her. If what the Kai had said was correct then Serori really wasn't gone. She was alive out there, somewhere. Souka had requested passage to Earth, and for freeing him from Hell it was the least the Icer could do. His ship cascading through the open space towards their destination. Suki had no business there and likely wouldn't stay. Not if the information he received was of any concern.
Suki was lightly familiar with his own system's and could be reasonably certain of how to access the most imperative data logs just as the saiyans had been doing. After skimming through the encrypted files Suki finally found an audio from just a few days after the attack, one that had been sent universally. It had been his own. A doctored version of the one he had sent to Serori. Listening to it ring off of the speaker system and down the metal hallway's Suki was reminded of the passion he had felt on the day of that video. They had been forced to shoot it four different times, and splice together the moments that worked. Serori's reason for broadcasting this must have been for the commands that Suki made. Though she left in much of the compassion, and the heart that the icer had shown. How... embarrassing. Though necessary he concluded.
Taking a deep breath the Icer continued to scan over the files until the next large universal message took root in his ears. This one however provided much less comfort. It was Serori, and her tone was less than loving, or compassionate, or fearless. Her words sank his heart as she admitted defeat to the Saiyan Solar Empire.
"no"
He whispered under his breath. The audio playing loud enough for anyone in the ship to hear. No doubt Souka was being informed as well. Though his emotional attachment to the video couldn't have equaled that of Suki. Words rang out like sharp daggers through his chest, terms like surrender, don't fight back, no rebellions. Suki had not only lost his life, but within day's the organization had been politically destroyed by their enemies. With serori captured, and as far as Suki could see Blaze MIA, the WTO had no one to stand behind, and without a leader fell into the hands of the saiyan solar empire.
"No"
His voice sung out a little louder as Serori continued, now mentioning that these events were not that of a conspiracy. Who the fuck thought this was a conspiracy? Suki could only begin to imagine, has Serori been forced to take the blame for this? Had she been put on a pedestal as the cause for this downfall? The fact that she had been forced to make a statement about her involvement brought a legion of anger through his blood. But none so much as hearing the words spoken by her own mouth. Saiyan. Bitch. Whore.
They knew it as well as Suki. No matter what the deranged Kai had tried to tell him, Suki knew better. There had been no science experiment. The people knew all too well that Serori was pregnant, and with saiyan children. Circumstances...special circumstances...that is the only reason she yet drew breath. Her own infidelity was keeping her alive. Yet even the thought of her being unfaithful was not as gut wrenching as Serori's concluding statements. The sound of her transformation was instantly recognizable. It was a sound Touketsuki Yakedo had heard a dozen times already. Serori had attained the Super Saiyan level and had still lost to their enemies. Even worse is she was equally to blame of placing responsibility where it was not due. She blamed the people for their actions, and condemned them for their inactivity.
Didn't any of them understand? It was supposed to happen this way. Suki had purposefully sent everyone away. He had set himself up to end the cycle. The cycle should have been over! His own message had told Serori not to continue the cycle, not to seek vengeance, and yet here she was yelling at her own people for not doing just that. And their they were chastising her for not standing up. He couldn't decide what was worse. The idea that Serori had been ridiculed in such a devastating manner, or that now she had given up on the organization.
His thoughts were brewing as the message concluded, and the final bits of information he could pull began to cycle through his thoughts. Overall he had a small understanding of the situation. Kold was under SSE control, that much was certain, but Kanassa and Marvok as well as Epoch had been untouched. At least the most up to date information told him so. His bank account was overflowing with funds that were never appropriately transffered to serori. Perhaps her indisposed capture had kept the bank from making the proper changes. Regardless everything seemed a tad overwhelming. His thoughts were entirely tangled in the controversy of the months that had passed.
"I did this"
It was obvious. Suki's attempt at a selfless act had created the most devastating storm. He had taken away the one thing the World Trade Organization had, a feared leader. Even though his times of rampage and senseless destruction were over he had always kept that deeper persona. No one dared invade the WTO because they knew the wrath of Touketsuki Yakedo, and his Tore Squad would rip them apart. Without Touketsuki the organization had nothing. It didn't have a back bone or a leg to stand on. He Had done all of this by giving up. His skin began to expand as thoughts of his earlier combats came into play. Suki had once told Nam that an Icer's power was limitless. That whenever they reached their maximum they simply shed their skin and found themselves in a new more powerful form. He had done it time and again. After slaying his evil brothers the Icer obtained his second form. After seeing his mother slaughtered he obtained his third. And in the process of killing his father he obtained his fourth. It was only right that after fighting the Super Saiyan his body would create a fifth and even greater form. And even in death something greater had come of it. The sleek purple began to cover his skin, his body growing longer, and his horn's jetting out even further.
It was in times of great need that the Icer developed their needed release. He had needed more energy, and his body was finally able to comply. The change had not occurred through yelling, or screaming. His power had not shaken the ship or created a ripple in space. It had come from a solemn place of great sorrow. His own mind couldn't fathom the possibility that there was truly another form to be had. Looking down the length of his arm and to his open palm the Icer knew that this gift had come to him as a way to redeem himself, and to right the prior wrongs of his time. It also went to prove that an Icer's power truly was never ending.
"Infinity"
As the moniter began to beep, explaining their dessent to Earth, Suki quickly determined that entering the atmosphere under his sixth form would set off to many alarms, and so his energy was quieted, and his form returned to its usual short base. As the ship made its entry into the atmosphere it became rather clear what he had to do. He had to find a way to get Serori back. He could go in guns blazing but that had failed in the past, and even with his new found power it was clear that this was not an ideal option. He needed a bargaining token. He needed...
A dragon ball.
A single Dragon Ball would do it. He had seen the reports of Vegeta's destruction, and that too had left him rather speechless. But if Boliko Koregutsu felt all hope was lost, he would likely be swayed to trade the wife of Touketsuki Yakedo, for the dragon ball that could deliver his planet back to him. He was already on Earth, so all he had to do was find one of the orange orb's.
"Souka, we have landed"
He called out down to the resting chambers. As the door opened to the harsh environment, Suki wondered if they would be greeted. Though his power was suppressed, the ship itself was more than recognizable and even a suppressed Suki was still a noticeable threat. The first time he had opened the doors the blond Zach had stood in his way. Would anyone greet him this time?
Suki would not make that mistake twice. He knew his Royal form was a lot to handle and that many still feared him. Rightfully so if they were of the SSE. Suki remembered his final dying moments. He remembered why he had sacrificed himself, and it had been in redemption of Serori. His heart skipped a beat thinking about her. If what the Kai had said was correct then Serori really wasn't gone. She was alive out there, somewhere. Souka had requested passage to Earth, and for freeing him from Hell it was the least the Icer could do. His ship cascading through the open space towards their destination. Suki had no business there and likely wouldn't stay. Not if the information he received was of any concern.
Suki was lightly familiar with his own system's and could be reasonably certain of how to access the most imperative data logs just as the saiyans had been doing. After skimming through the encrypted files Suki finally found an audio from just a few days after the attack, one that had been sent universally. It had been his own. A doctored version of the one he had sent to Serori. Listening to it ring off of the speaker system and down the metal hallway's Suki was reminded of the passion he had felt on the day of that video. They had been forced to shoot it four different times, and splice together the moments that worked. Serori's reason for broadcasting this must have been for the commands that Suki made. Though she left in much of the compassion, and the heart that the icer had shown. How... embarrassing. Though necessary he concluded.
Taking a deep breath the Icer continued to scan over the files until the next large universal message took root in his ears. This one however provided much less comfort. It was Serori, and her tone was less than loving, or compassionate, or fearless. Her words sank his heart as she admitted defeat to the Saiyan Solar Empire.
"no"
He whispered under his breath. The audio playing loud enough for anyone in the ship to hear. No doubt Souka was being informed as well. Though his emotional attachment to the video couldn't have equaled that of Suki. Words rang out like sharp daggers through his chest, terms like surrender, don't fight back, no rebellions. Suki had not only lost his life, but within day's the organization had been politically destroyed by their enemies. With serori captured, and as far as Suki could see Blaze MIA, the WTO had no one to stand behind, and without a leader fell into the hands of the saiyan solar empire.
"No"
His voice sung out a little louder as Serori continued, now mentioning that these events were not that of a conspiracy. Who the fuck thought this was a conspiracy? Suki could only begin to imagine, has Serori been forced to take the blame for this? Had she been put on a pedestal as the cause for this downfall? The fact that she had been forced to make a statement about her involvement brought a legion of anger through his blood. But none so much as hearing the words spoken by her own mouth. Saiyan. Bitch. Whore.
They knew it as well as Suki. No matter what the deranged Kai had tried to tell him, Suki knew better. There had been no science experiment. The people knew all too well that Serori was pregnant, and with saiyan children. Circumstances...special circumstances...that is the only reason she yet drew breath. Her own infidelity was keeping her alive. Yet even the thought of her being unfaithful was not as gut wrenching as Serori's concluding statements. The sound of her transformation was instantly recognizable. It was a sound Touketsuki Yakedo had heard a dozen times already. Serori had attained the Super Saiyan level and had still lost to their enemies. Even worse is she was equally to blame of placing responsibility where it was not due. She blamed the people for their actions, and condemned them for their inactivity.
Didn't any of them understand? It was supposed to happen this way. Suki had purposefully sent everyone away. He had set himself up to end the cycle. The cycle should have been over! His own message had told Serori not to continue the cycle, not to seek vengeance, and yet here she was yelling at her own people for not doing just that. And their they were chastising her for not standing up. He couldn't decide what was worse. The idea that Serori had been ridiculed in such a devastating manner, or that now she had given up on the organization.
His thoughts were brewing as the message concluded, and the final bits of information he could pull began to cycle through his thoughts. Overall he had a small understanding of the situation. Kold was under SSE control, that much was certain, but Kanassa and Marvok as well as Epoch had been untouched. At least the most up to date information told him so. His bank account was overflowing with funds that were never appropriately transffered to serori. Perhaps her indisposed capture had kept the bank from making the proper changes. Regardless everything seemed a tad overwhelming. His thoughts were entirely tangled in the controversy of the months that had passed.
"I did this"
It was obvious. Suki's attempt at a selfless act had created the most devastating storm. He had taken away the one thing the World Trade Organization had, a feared leader. Even though his times of rampage and senseless destruction were over he had always kept that deeper persona. No one dared invade the WTO because they knew the wrath of Touketsuki Yakedo, and his Tore Squad would rip them apart. Without Touketsuki the organization had nothing. It didn't have a back bone or a leg to stand on. He Had done all of this by giving up. His skin began to expand as thoughts of his earlier combats came into play. Suki had once told Nam that an Icer's power was limitless. That whenever they reached their maximum they simply shed their skin and found themselves in a new more powerful form. He had done it time and again. After slaying his evil brothers the Icer obtained his second form. After seeing his mother slaughtered he obtained his third. And in the process of killing his father he obtained his fourth. It was only right that after fighting the Super Saiyan his body would create a fifth and even greater form. And even in death something greater had come of it. The sleek purple began to cover his skin, his body growing longer, and his horn's jetting out even further.
It was in times of great need that the Icer developed their needed release. He had needed more energy, and his body was finally able to comply. The change had not occurred through yelling, or screaming. His power had not shaken the ship or created a ripple in space. It had come from a solemn place of great sorrow. His own mind couldn't fathom the possibility that there was truly another form to be had. Looking down the length of his arm and to his open palm the Icer knew that this gift had come to him as a way to redeem himself, and to right the prior wrongs of his time. It also went to prove that an Icer's power truly was never ending.
"Infinity"
As the moniter began to beep, explaining their dessent to Earth, Suki quickly determined that entering the atmosphere under his sixth form would set off to many alarms, and so his energy was quieted, and his form returned to its usual short base. As the ship made its entry into the atmosphere it became rather clear what he had to do. He had to find a way to get Serori back. He could go in guns blazing but that had failed in the past, and even with his new found power it was clear that this was not an ideal option. He needed a bargaining token. He needed...
A dragon ball.
A single Dragon Ball would do it. He had seen the reports of Vegeta's destruction, and that too had left him rather speechless. But if Boliko Koregutsu felt all hope was lost, he would likely be swayed to trade the wife of Touketsuki Yakedo, for the dragon ball that could deliver his planet back to him. He was already on Earth, so all he had to do was find one of the orange orb's.
"Souka, we have landed"
He called out down to the resting chambers. As the door opened to the harsh environment, Suki wondered if they would be greeted. Though his power was suppressed, the ship itself was more than recognizable and even a suppressed Suki was still a noticeable threat. The first time he had opened the doors the blond Zach had stood in his way. Would anyone greet him this time?
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