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Post by Retasu on Dec 14, 2016 11:20:26 GMT -5
VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER 4 Alien Invaders?! Tartus Recounts His Battle!
[ 3d26 - 100 EXP - 500 PL ]
He had received some interesting news from one of his Commanders, Garban, in regards to the newest recruit. Retasu had been greatly impressed by Tartus' ability during the tournament fight, and immediately requested the man get pulled off his daily binges and sent directly into the Army. Retasu felt if the elder could get his head straight, he'd prove to be a great asset to the Empire, while also attempting to get the old man's life back in order as well. He also made a request to have the other one recruited, but none of his scouts or Commanders could find him. It seemed he had completely disappeared.
The news that Garban brought forward to him wasn't anything the young King expected. He expected status reports of how Tartus was intolerable and difficult to deal with overall. Instead, it appeared the Commander found him beaten and bruised, attacked badly while at one of his posts. Garban had thought maybe it was an ambush by the Southern Empire, but Retasu was confused as to why they would have not proceeded forward, or even killed Tartus on the spot rather than leave him barely hanging on. Retasu was informed that the elder Saiyajin would be in the medical quarters, in a healing tank. The King hurriedly made his way over to the area, the door to the room sliding open to reveal the King in the North standing there in that gleaming white and gold vest armor as per usual. The medical personnel in the room all bowed and acknowledged him with respect, Retasu paying them no mind. He needed to speak with Tartus.
"Release him." Retasu would nod his head towards Tartus' medical chamber, the old man suspending in the healing liquid, seemingly unconscious. One of the medical staff members would stammer, wringing his hands nervously together. He was not a Saiyajin, much like a lot of them. He was of some alien, Avian-looking race, a byproduct of an age old partnership with another dead planet. "R-Retasu-Ou ("King Retasu"), I... simply cannot do that, yet. He hasn't fully healed and--..." The young King would snap abruptly, a bit out of character for him. He needed to know what Tartus saw, what he fell victim to. He may hold the fate of the Empire in his hands, his own personal well-being could wait. "Tartus was part of an unseen attack. Commandar Garban found him unconscious at his post. I need to know what happened and I need to know NOW. Release him." The Saiyajin's eyes narrowed, looking more cold than they ever have. The doctor would nod, looking quite flustered as he stammered out commands to all the other medical staff, who also looked clearly frightened for their lives in front of the King and a few foot soldiers. Within seconds, the tank itself began to drain the healing liquid, the glass top beginning to open up. Retasu's arms would cross tightly across his armored chest, glaring a hole directly into the medical chamber.
Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 15, 2016 17:30:58 GMT -5
Dice: 3d40, EXP: 776, PL:3,880 Inside the healing tank, Tartus had remained unconscious even since his battle with Zeroth. His injuries were so severe, that the medical team decided to keep him asleep for the duration of his treatment, even if it was about to be cut short. As the liquid within the tank drained away, one of the tubes connecting to Tartus pumped him full of a chemical specifically designed to wake him up. As his though processes began to start up again, he suddenly flinched. Opening his eyes he expected to see Zeroth standing before him, but luckily the Arcosian was nowhere to be seen. Yet the sight that did greet him didn't exactly fill the low class Saiyan with confidence. Why would the King have bothered to visit a low class loser like himself? Had the King been so affected by their spar that he had come to care about Tartus? Whatever the reason, Tartus couldn't say he was pleased to see the King and his lackeys. Finally his chamber fully drained away, whilst the glass lid opened up. The cool air raced in to touch the aging Saiyan's bare skin, his clothing had almost all been destroyed in the battle, what remained was removed by the doctors to assess the extent of his wounds. Yet Tartus wasn't ashamed by his nudity, he didn't really have much shame anymore anyway. Ripping away the face mask, Tartus took a deep breath of the fresh air. Even though he had been unconscious the whole time, the stale air pumped through the respiration system left a funky taste in his mouth. All the while Retasu stared towards Tartus so intently the aging Saiyan could have sworn he could physically feel his gaze. It was clear he would have to talk to the King, like it or not. Ripping the remaining wires and tubes off, Tartus stepped forwards to leave the chamber. But something felt wrong, normally he would feel fighting fit after a stint in a healing chamber, but this time was different. His shoulder still ached, and his leg almost gave way when he tried to put weight on it. Tartus stumbled forwards, steadying himself by grabbing the side of the chamber. A sudden realisation hit the aging Saiyan. Was the King here to finish him off? If he felt as though Tartus showed him up during their spar, undermining his credibility as a leader, surely he would want to remove Tartus from the picture before he caused any more harm. What better way than to challenge him to a fight whilst Tartus still sported internal injuries, whilst on the outside he looked fully healed. If this was the case, there was little Tartus could do, the doctors would certainly be too weak to help. Despite this, Tartus tried to hide the fact he was in pain. His old warrior training meant he could never show his physical weakness, no matter what. Turning to face the King he offered a smile. "You know it's customary to bring a gift when you visit someone in the med bay? I prefer Laterian Whiskey"
Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Dec 16, 2016 0:34:48 GMT -5
One of Retasu's guards sneered at the elder's comment, stepping forward to get in front of the young King, growling out. "Listen here you low class piece of garbage, you'd better mind your manners. Don't think you can speak to the King like one of your drinking buddies." The words came out like venom, Retasu almost wanted to stop him from speaking but instead allowed the higher class soldier to chew Tartus out. After all, there was a caste system in place, and Retasu was at the top. Everyone, from Tartus to the southern sector, needed to respect that. Retasu's young, yet confident voice never stammered as he followed up from his guard's verbal onslaught. "There will be enough time to drink and feast once I've captured the south and united the planet. Right now, we have much to discuss." The king would slap his hand firmly on the extended shoulder pad of the mouthy elite, getting his attention. "Find the man something to wear." His charcoal colored eyes would move back to the elder. "Tartus, meet me outside the medical room when you're done." Turning his back to them, he'd begin to walk towards the opposite end of the room with the other elite guard at his side, this one speaking up as they walked away. "Ou-sama ("Sire"), I think you should take a look at this." The elite would remove his Scouter from his face, throwing a thumb behind him and pointing towards Tartus.
Taking the Scouter in his hand, Retasu would turn to face Tartus now, who was being led to the other side of the room by the first guard to where he could find something to change into. As the king nestled the Scouter over his ear, the blue lens in front of his eye would come to life as a finger nudged the button on the side.
CLICK. PING-PING-PING-PING... V >>3,880<< ^
Retasu almost choked on his own spit as the number scrolled across his eye. His Battle Power was... over THREE THOUSAND? Almost FOUR thousand at that. He was rivaling the status of Elite, and had even surpassed Retasu himself. The Saiyajin King was beside himself for a moment before removing the Scouter and handing it back to his other guard. "Interesting indeed, Tartus-san. Just what the hell happened out there?" Retasu would mutter under his breath to himself. It wasn't uncommon for a Saiyajin soldier's power to jump about while on missions. But for a lower class soldier's Battle Power to raise so high, and so fast? It was startling. They were even during the tournament, just what could have changed so much since then?
Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 19, 2016 8:34:53 GMT -5
Low class piece of garbage? Even though the statement was true, it still angered the aging Saiyan. Tartus had grown resentful of the class system in recent years. Long ago he desired nothing more than to climb to the very top, to earn himself the status of a Saiyan Elite. Now however, the system reminded him of his failure, of everything he had lost. Even the sight of an Elite caused a deep seeded anger to bubble away within him. Of course he rationalised his anger differently, claiming the system was crooked, designed to keep the low class down and subservient. That was far easier than facing his own inadequacies. Tartus wanted nothing more than to punch the guard right in his smug face. But Tartus was out numbered and outclassed, and that was before his injuries were taken into account. So for now he bit his tongue as best he could. Eventually the King stepped in, mentioning that there would be time to drink later. Clearly he didn't know Tartus very well. There was always time for drinking! Then he ordered the guard to find something for Tartus to wear. "Yeah, find me something to wear" Tartus couldn't help interject, his voice laced with a condescending tone. The Saiyan Elite snarled to Tartus, his fists clenched tightly at the remark. Yet he didn't lash out, as much as he might have wanted to. The King needed to speak to the low class scum, so for now at least, he was to be protected. Swallowing his pride, the Elite gathered up a nearby black body suit, made from the same material as the bottom layer of Saiyan armour, and handed it to Tartus. As the low class warrior slipped into his form fitting body suit he tried to think about what the King would possibly want with him. But he couldn't help his mind wandering back to his vice, where would he find his next drink? The healing chamber kept the headaches and visions at bay, but only for a short while. Soon the symptoms of being sober would hit Tartus like a truck, having gone who knows how long without a drink, they would surely be worse than normal. But first, he would have to speak to the King. Taking a deep breath, Tartus composed himself. The ever nagging anxiety of where his next drink would come from, pressed the back of his mind. Masking his limp as best as he possibly could, the low class warrior strode out into the hallway, locking eyes with King Retasu. "It's a bit stifling in here, don't ya think? I'm sure whatever you want to discuss would be easier somewhere more, relaxed. I know a place not far from here" try as he might, it was hard to hide the desperation in his voice. The longer he went without a drink, the more he would be forced to face his inner demons. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Dec 19, 2016 21:42:06 GMT -5
He didn't believe the number that had appeared on the scouter, he was still having a hard time digesting that. Was he in line for a promotion now, since his battle power had skyrocketed so much? Even though his raw strength had magnified several times over he was still nothing short of a drunk that could fight. He still lacked something, something that Retasu thought he saw inside the elder during their initial fight. Something that the North could benefit from. For now, he'd push all that away from his mind as Tartus approached him, clothed and looking for a change of scenery. Retasu welcomed the idea, having been cooped up in the Imperial Grounds for far too long himself. "I'm sure you do, Tartus. Lead the way." Retasu would look over at his guards, giving them a nod. "I'll be taking that back." Motioning to the Scouter, holding his hand out. The guard would hand it to the young King, a bit reserved in doing so. "Sire, we will be joining you, correct?"
The King would shake his head, before bringing the mechanism back up to his ear, fastening it down so that the blue lens covered his left eye. "That's not necessary." The second guard, the one who was a bit more mouthy than the other would interject, and loudly. "Sire, you can't seem to think that THIS--.." Retasu would raise his arm to prevent the man from speaking further. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. Tartus seems up to the task of it as well, if you ask me. I'll be sure to contact you on this if anything arises. You'd do well to do the same." He'd turn to the elder, motioning his hand out towards the entrance. "After you." The young King showed a manner of class not well known to his kind, though very rarely did anyone in the Galaxy ever see an IMPERIAL Elite Saiyajin before. Most of the blood thirsty, riot inducing cretins were all lower class, even the Elite Warriors displayed these rash attitudes. Retasu, and most of the Imperial Elite of Daikondu, was raised different.
As he turned to leave, he would stop. "Biito-san. In the future, refrain from telling your King what he seems to think or not. Your job is to be my guard, not my brain." The words were directed to the mouthy Elite, while Retasu's back was to him, before continuing on and following Tartus out. Just where was he going to lead his King? Retasu would soon find out. He was more interested in what happened out in the field than where they would talk about it, though.
Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 22, 2016 5:16:51 GMT -5
Tartus couldn't help but smirk as the King chastised the mouthy Elite. As much as he looked down on Tartus, it seemed he had to suffer similar treatment from this superiors. It seemed like the Retasu was the only Saiyan that would escape such treatment, there had to be some benefits to being Royalty afterall. With King Retasu allowing Tartus to lead the way, he strode purposefully out of the medical unit. He knew exactly where he was going, but despite his urgency to get there he had to walk slowly enough as to not appear to be attempting to ditch the King. The aging Saiyan could feel himself becoming agitated at the slow pace, he needed his first drink soon. So to pass the time, he offered some idle chatter. "I'm glad you didn't bring him along, he seems like a real buzz kill" Tartus wasn't even sure that bringing the King to a bar was a good idea, but he didn't really have much choice. Finally the aging Saiyan rounded a corner, the welcoming sight of a run down bar filled him with warmth. Tartus had actually made the effort to go to one of the better bars he frequented. Granted, even the best by Tartus's standards was way bellow what royalty would be used to. Picking up the pace, Tartus strode through the door and up to the bar. Wasting no time he ordered a cheap whiskey, necking the drink the instant it was placed down by the bar keep. "Ahh" The burning feeling in his throat washing away his anxiousness. "What's your poison?" The aging Saiyan asked the King, realising he was being rude. It had been a long time since he drank socially, usually preferring to wallow in self pity alone. But the King was likely not going anywhere, so he might as well try to make this interaction go smoothly, at least that way he might leave sooner. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Dec 23, 2016 8:59:53 GMT -5
After his Elite Guard was scolded enough, the young King would wait for Tartus to lead the way out of the medical bay. He remained quiet as the elder led him, not answering his little quip about Biito, or anything else he would have happened to say. He wasn't in the mood for idle chit chat, the only things he could focus on was what Commander Garban had told him he had found, and how Tartus' power has sky rocketed since the last time he saw him. He needed to know everything that had happened that day. Was it the South? Had they ambushed him, exposing a weakness in their defense.
As Retasu strode into the bar, he could feel a few eyes on him, staring. He wasn't dressed as a commoner, or a low class, and most people would know his face by now since his coronation ceremony. Also, that thick black hair was tied back, where most of the lower class would rather let it loose like a wild mane. He looked a lot different than any of them. He'd head towards the bar with Tartus, who had already ordered a shot of alcohol and finished it, offering the King his choice of liquor. "I'm going to cut straight to the point, and it's not because I do not want to be here relaxing and trading stories with you. Rather, it's because I have an Empire to defend." Arms would come up to cross over that ivory white chestplate of his armor, his expression didn't really show much of any kind of emotion. It was blank for the most part, but those charcoal black eyes were focused entirely on Tartus. "Plain and simple, something happened to you. Commandar Garban found you in bad shape, and I need to know what or who did that to you." As the bar keep went to pour another shot, Retasu's arms would uncross in a flash, grabbing the man's wrist and preventing him from pouring another. He didn't even look at the bewildered alien, but rather kept his eyes focused on the elder, Tartus. "And I need to know now."
Tartus
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Post by Retasu on Mar 20, 2017 22:22:47 GMT -5
( This one has been lingering for a while. Now that you're back we can continue it, or we can just cut it short and throw it up for grading. Your choice, Tartus! )
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Post by Retasu on Apr 25, 2017 17:50:21 GMT -5
Tartus +1,065 SP New Total: 10,806 SP Adding now. Majin Mumbo, can you please grade my stuff, bud? Thanks.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Apr 26, 2017 9:31:20 GMT -5
Retasu:
2097 SP Gained.
New New Total: 5112 SP.
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