Post by Phrozen on Apr 14, 2015 16:14:42 GMT -5
"Your task couldn't be simpler, Phrozen." The gravelly voice of his squad leader spoke through the static on his intercom, the result of being lightyears apart. So far apart, in fact, that Phrozen could scowl at the Saiyan without being reprimanded. He detested working with the monkey, and his mind raced with the smug smile he'd given Phrozen days prior, when he left Alpha. "This planet was wasted years ago, but we want to make sure there aren't any stragglers. Going on the market tomorrow, do your best." Cracking his neck, Phrozen leaned forward, punching in a code on his standard-issue spacepod. It was assigned to him for this mission, specifically. The sphere would have been cramped to most, but in his smaller form, Phrozen found it quite comfortable. It felt like sitting in a throne, a throne that he alone could sit upon. "I read you, captain. I'll return when I am finished." He didn't give the captain a chance to respond, he simply deactivated his comm and put the pod into standby mode. Phrozen found an extremely flat, arid place to land the shuttle midst an eerily bleak, purple landscape. It had been combed over before, and completely stripped of life - there may be refugees but Phrozen wasn't confident that he'd find any. Anyone could have been sent on this job in his stead. True, the planet had no atmosphere, but were there no space suits? Were there no robots? He knew what was happening, though. He was smarter than that. They just wanted him off planet - they ALWAYS wanted him off planet - to try and keep him from stirring up trouble. Pity, he was doing that regardless!
Pressing a few buttons and pulling a few levers deactivated that ship and opened the airlock, which was unnecessary but helped keep him in the pod, he supposed. Leaving, the feeling of having been in a cramped pod for days took its toll, stiffening his muscles and weakening his knees temporarily. A few stretches later, and he was in top shape, his newly commissioned but bulky and somewhat uncomfortable armor glistening in the light of a Red Giant that was the closest thing to the planet. He could tell that it probably wore away the planet's atmosphere, blasting it with concentrated heat rays and overall being incredibly large and overbearing. It didn't bother Phrozen, though. Nor did the vacuum of space. He took a few steps further, and immediately began to feel presences. Oh, great. Survivors. Usually the toughest - or the luckiest - of the bunch. Phrozen couldn't help but wonder, though, who would want to buy such a wasteland of a planet? Resources, maybe? Perhaps territory? It's not like very much could live here. Not comfortably, at least. Slowly floating upward, Phrozen began his assault on the planet, noting where he had left the space craft for later. He'd managed to never once be stranded on a remote planet, and he wasn't about to start that habit.
The only thing in the nonexistent sky - as well as the only thing on the planet's surface, apparently, Phrozen managed to get around the planet in a matter of minutes. It wasn't very much larger than a moon, meaning that the fact that it hadn't been swallowed up by its massive sun was purely a miracle. Phrozen didn't believe in miracles, he believed in errors. It was an error on the star's part for allowing this putrid rock to exist in this galaxy, his galaxy. He stopped moving abruptly, standing over what appeared to be rubble. Of what, he couldn't tell. There were definitely signs of a fight here, and he noticed that massive spiraling mountains had been completely flattened, stone and rock rubble littering the ground. He lowered himself onto a particularly large piece of rock, crossing his arms and scanning the landscape. There was carcasses, alright - a lot of them, all of them of crushed, burned, beaten, or otherwise deceased reptiles of some sort. They were somewhat large creatures, but Phrozen knew that size was meaningless. They didn't appear to be very muscular, either. Just very large. It's then that Phrozen put the pieces together. This species was subterranean. The realization and the power he sensed came in complete synchronization, allowing him to backflip off of the rock as one of the reptiles smashed through it from the ground, diminishing it. Phrozen could feel them, three more, just below the planet's surface. Falling gracefully, Phrozen landed a few meters away, on one leg. Arms still crossed.
It snarled at him, clearly agitated. It appeared to be feral, but Phrozen knew better than that. They were crushed under the mighty boot of the planet trade organization, but this didn't mean they were backwards brutes. They were, but still. Out of the hole emerged the remaining three, the only three power levels that Phrozen could detect on the planet other than himself and his aggressor. He would have jested to them, toyed with them, spat at them, but you know. No atmosphere. Instead, he shrugged, beckoning them to advance at him. His PTO insignia gleaming proudly on his chest. He could taste their angers boiling like hot broth. They began to rush at him, and ... they hit him. A large claw hit him square in the gut, and from behind that reptile another had sprung overhead, sliding his claws down Phrozen's back. Ah! Defeat, what terror! Phrozen dropped to his knees, the aliens standing above him with puzzled but victorious emotion. Phrozen smiled. His tail lashed like a whip, smashing the side of one their heads in so hard that it must have collapsed into its eye, sending it flying to its death hundreds of meters away. Simultaneously, Phrozen sprung upward, a knee to smash concrete breaking numerous ribs, compressing them into vital organs and dropping one of the survivors outright. He smiled, barely able to contain his laughter. What fools! Idiotic burrowers! His armor wasn't broken. Wasn't even scratched. He'd staged the whole thing.
Caught off guard, the aliens began their counter attack. One of them burrowed underground, going deep into the planet's crust. Phrozen leaped backward, blocking, grabbing, and simply dodging a barrage of sloppy slashes and rage-induced jabs. Uncoordinated, mindless oaf! Phrozen twirled and dug a chop into the side of its neck, stopping its breathing, and followed through by kicking it downward. It died, upper-torso buried into the same ground that it had lived in. Phrozen could feel the last one moving quickly, zig-zaging through the rocks. There! He lobbed a glob of Ki at the ground. It exploded, but the alien was still moving. How about this! Another! Another miss. Scowling, Phrozen lifted off of the ground, following with his eyes what he could feel with his mind. Fine, if it was going to play hard to get, Phrozen was going to play hard, too. He gathered his energy, and then powered up, preparing himself for a few moments before unleashing a blinding storm of fiery red bolts at the ground, a Renzoku Energy Dan that was unrelenting and took chunks out of the dirt and stone, creating new and larger craters at the site of the previous conflict. When Phrozen had stopped, he couldn't feel the energy anymore.
"It is done. Returning to base." He only reconnected the intercom for long enough to say that, the door to his shuttle closing behind him. Getting back into a comfortable position in his familiar throne, Phrozen plotted a course back to Omega, a job well done but a waste of his time.