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Post by Gray Callahan on Jul 19, 2013 14:07:18 GMT -5
EARTH
An age of peace.
Broken.
Your television hisses and erupts into static, before your programmed resumes. But... wait. There is something wrong.
You can see a dark figure, his body shrouded in shadow. He holds a cigar, the end lit with an ember fire, and a billow of smoke rolls from his head. He appears to be wearing a military uniform, and the only definition of his face is the whites of his teeth, drawn into a cruel half-smile.
"Greetings, children. Your time is over.
Velcome, to ze time of var."
The image cuts...
And the transmission fades. And, outside, you hear the first explosion.
NAMEK
An age of purity.
Contaminated.
A rap on the door.
An elderly namek opens it, two child-sized versions of himself close behind. The only sign he needs is the look of worry in the warrior namekian's eyes.
"It is true, then?"
"Yes. The grand elder can feel their presence, ever stronger, in those caves. They are about to release."
"But the demon caste was destroyed, thousands of years ago!"
"Apparently not. The whispers in the air suggest that the demon king survived, and within those caves he slept and birthed."
The older Namekian shivers. "We have to prepare."
"Yes. To prepare... for hell."
VEGETA
An age of greed.
Splintered.
The sack is removed from his head, and the saiyan elite gasps for breath. Dusty rays of light blind his eyes as he chokes in the dingy cell, a bar pattern from the light crossing his body, a trickle of blood from his lips splattering onto the ground next to his slouching body. He cannot move his legs to pick himself up, nor his arms to right himself. It took all of his energy just to blink and breath.
"This one is general Koregutsu, yes?"
"Indeed. We've charged him on the grounds of hoarding a personal wealth that should have been distributed throughout Saru. You can execute him however you wish."
Footsteps, one moving away... and one towards. The saiyan elite known as Boliko Koregutsu manages to raise his eyes and squint, but the remaining figure is all but indistinguishable, but for wearing saiyan armour.
"Damn... rebels..." Boliko hisses, before hands grasp either side of his head and burn his existence away.
ARCOSE
An age of war.
Ended.
Chillyn had been on the throne for five years, and already the Arcosians were a better people for it. With new laws befitting her new regime, the crime rate had considerably decreased. However, as in all rulings, there comes a price.
Assassins were sent, constantly, to try to take down Arcose's new leader. Rebellions were beginning to brew. While galactic war had ended, it seemed that civil war was about to begin.
Chillyn stands before a crowd of her people, a scroll of paper in hand.
"On this day," she shouts to the crowd, fully aware of the danger behind her, "a new ordinance shall be declared. All acts, when deemed befitting of treason, are punishable by death. I have been fair, and just to you, my people. Know this, and remember me, not as the dictator you are so used to, but as the loyal patriot of the Arcosians!" And so it was that to cheers and shouts, Chillyn's ordinance was sealed in blood. The blood of the assassin behind her.
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