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Episode 001 - Cold Burn
Topic Started: Nov 27 2015, 05:46 AM (137 Views)
Lord Cooler
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PLANET COLD, NORTH GALAXY
SEVENTH SECTOR
3:27 AM, STANDARD TIME


It was slowly turning to be morning on the barren, icy planet Cold, the circular Planet Trade Organization ship touching down almost silently onto the surface. Smoke flew out of the ship as the main doors opened, a tall and reptilian figure stepping out, his white boots making almost no sound as he exited the ship. Three henchmen followed, two larger and one about the same height as him.

Zis place has seen better days, no?” the blonde-haired Salza looked around, his hands on his hips as he examined the barren, snowy planet.

Heh, looks like one of those planets Lord Cooler wiped out all those years ago!” the larger, green-skinned Dore replied, chuckling.

Smells like deep-fried Namek to me.” the tallest one, Neiz, sniffed around, his arms crossed as Cooler stopped in front of them.

What do you zhink, Lord Cooler?” Salza asked, his scouter getting no kinds of readings, not even King Cold’s.

I think… that you imbeciles should shut your traps and let me think harder.” the Changeling said, his eyes closing as he looked to the morning skies on the horizon.

That Saiyan… what was his name, Vallens? He destroyed our species. Complete genocide… ironic, really.” the Changeling said once more, stifling a chuckle.

Ironic? How so, mon Seigneur?” Salza asked, turning his scouter off.

“Ironic as in one lone Saiyan brutally massacring the entirety of our species, just as my brother did the Saiyans all those years ago. Funny, in a way, even.” Cooler said once again, taking to the skies.

The others followed suit. traveling steadily over the icy plains and mountains before their eyes befell the ruined remains of Castle Cold, the once-great fortress of the Cold Family that’d stood for generations before. The trio landed at the warped and burned gates surrounding the ruins, Dore breaking the chains and entering with his commander and his other comrades afterwards.

I still cannot believe ze King is not around anymore! Where could he have gone?” Salza asked, his scouter still not picking up any readings.

Oh he’s around… though, I do believe a man such as himself would have escaped the genocide of my race.” Cooler said calmly, traversing the empty and abandoned halls of the former stronghold of the Planet Trade Organization.

Once they reached the throne room, Cooler would sit upon the throne with a scowl on his face, not unusual for the stoic prince.

This chair needs a new cushion.” he said with a bland, lifeless voice, the others looking upon him with a semi-stunned expression.

Salza… how much range is that scouter of yours able to get?” Cooler asked, rising from the throne and going over to the slightly-taller man.

Er… I am able to contact ze Polaris, if zat is what you are asking, sire.” Salza said nervously, flipping through the communication options on his scouter.

Good. Contact the Polaris, Scorpio, Elysium, and Indominus, and tell them to set a course for the homeland, Planet Cold.

Sir… those are all the ships… how do we know they’re still intact?” Neiz asked, his voice echoing through the empty throne room.

If they respond to the call-back, then they’re still intact. If they don’t… tough luck.” Cooler’s hands clasped behind his back, the Changeling walking back up to the throne.

A revolution is underway, gentlemen. I have not died, my father has not died, and I know my dear brother has not suffered another death, I can still feel his presence in the universe. The Planet Trade Organization has not fallen completely… and with our soldiers back at home, we will start rebuilding from the ground up.

Zat is going to take a while, sire… ze entire organization was crushed by ze Saiyans!” Salza exclaimed, sending the signal out to the other ships.

They have not crushed the entire organization… all we need is a bit of reformation and recollection, and we will rise again.

And with that, Cooler sat on the throne once more, a devilish grin crossing his purple-hued face.


END OF PART ONE


WC: 707
Total WC: 707
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Lord Cooler
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PLANET COLD, NORTH GALAXY
SEVENTH SECTOR
5:48 PM, STANDARD TIME



Numerous large, circular ships, similar to the one Lord Cooler himself had come out of, entered the orbit of Planet Cold, their pilots and commanders looking on at the icy planet with hopeful eyes. Most of the Planet Trade Organization’s lower-tier forces had been able to escape the Genocide of Cold, despite the loss of the Interstellar War against the Axis Saiyan Empire. Smaller ships, clearly meant for soldier deployment and carrying, hovered over the broken and destroyed Castle Cold, several commanders leading their divisions of the soldiers out and into the castle within seconds.
Cooler stood tall, his own Elites standing behind him with professionalism in their own stances, Salza looking the best out of all of them.

Salza… try and get in contact with my brother. Surely he survived the destruction of this planet. If you can, send him the message that the home-world is waiting for his return.” Cooler said quietly to his right-hand man, his eyes never leaving the mass of entering soldiers.

With a nod, Salza stepped to the side to try and send out a signal to Frieza, the former commander of the Planet Trade Organization alongside his father, King Cold. As the final ranks of soldiers filed into the throne room, the commanders of each ship stepped forwards, bowing to Cooler and his Armored Squadron before standing at attention, the room falling silent as Cooler cleared his throat.

“Gentlemen, women… friends and fighters of the Planet Trade Organization… you were the ones to bear witness to the crushing defeat of our forces at the hands of the Axis Saiyan Empire of old. You were the lucky ones to escape and survive all these years, hiding in the shadows of the former empire, the empire that decimated the entirety of my race!” he began, the crowd making a few mumbles and grumbles along the way.

But no longer shall we sit in the face of adversity in this universe… no longer shall we let these filthy democratized unions and so-called “empires” get in the way of what we need to do! This universe belonged to my family, our family, for generations… and we will reclaim it under the banner of the Planet Trade Organization!” Cooler’s fist was raised to the sky, followed by a massive roar from the crowd.

Sire… what is our plan?” Salza asked, loud enough for the crowd of soldiers to be able to hear.

To start, we will need materials.” he began once more, Neiz reporting to the projector screen across the room as if on cue.

There is a small planet in the Argonian System, aptly named ‘Argo’, which has been controlled by the independent Khurian Empire for about twenty or so years now. It is used as a mining planet to many a nation, and for good reason; the materials there are durable, renewable, and could serve a major part in helping us rebuild the Organization.” he said, Neiz pointing at several things on the screen with his scouter’s laser pointer.

But my lord… how are we to attack with only this force we have now?” one of the commanders, a reptilian, snake-like alien known as ‘Hakkasan’, asked.

We will strike quickly and effectively… you know how to do that, right? I suspect that these years of inactivity haven’t bogged your combat skills down?

N-No, my lord.” the reptilian commander said, a bit flustered.

Alright, gentlemen. We will commence the strike on Argo at 0600 hours tomorrow morning. Prepare yourselves. Get some sleep, stock up on whatever materials you brought with you, and be ready to strike as soon as possible tomorrow morning…


END OF PART TWO


WC: 620
Total WC: 1327
Edited by Lord Cooler, Nov 27 2015, 10:33 PM.
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