[D] Outland Unit finds Listeron Village

[Burter]

PCs: Broli, Minoshia, Bulma, King Cold

[Kirano]

Success, the skirmish resulted in the crumble of Syntech before them. The teenage girl, along with her new companion Minoshia, and the remaining soldiers of Dante, left the scarred area known as Amour Village with further plans. Bulma trekked proudly, with blood stained clothes and boots. Her footwear still carried trail marks of her enemy?s blood underneath.

The war was far from won. Although they had decimated the majority of Syntech, soldiers and other armies remained elsewhere. This is the reason they had to keep on moving. Conquering land was also a strong purpose. The teenage girl?s pupils remained red, lusting for more blood. It was hard for her not to want more when she knew enemies still existed.

Their next destination was the Aztec tower. Her body trembled anxiously for a fight, as she continued to wait for her orders. At last, the fighting would begin. The commencing battle would differ from the previous one. This fight consisted of long-range contact from the bullets of sniper rifles. Bulma was one of the few people who had no desire of using such weaponry. Her ki and super strength was more than sufficient for her needs. Aim? Her aim and sight proved to be more than reliable. It was the use of ki orbs, and beams which caused her to terminate the enemy troops. Dante continued to reign supreme over their enemies. If the fight continued this way, the tower would be there?s, and it indeed was. Success again, and her team had only lost one soldier in the conquering process. The guards, who surrendered to them, remained. Dante truly was unstoppable.

Day eight had come. Bulma awoke, the Konat was still asleep.

[Burter]

OCB:

Outland has found Listeron Village

[Broli]

The Saiya-Jin?s eyes followed the final words of the note. ?Please bring up to two people with you, in regards to our safety. I hope you aren?t offended. ? Drac Boneham, Head of Council.? Handing the note to a subordinate, he focused on the village only yards away. With a nod, he turned to Minoshia. ?Lieutenant Minoshia, I leave you in charge of the troop. If we haven?t returned by tomorrow, or at my signal, take it by force. The men are not to leave formation until deliberation is complete. Do you understand? I need everyone at full attention in case this is a trap.?

The Konat bowed. ?Yes, sir. I will do as you wish.? And with that, the Konat had full control of the Dante regiment known as Outland. Gathering a few things, Burori pushed his way through the row of soldiers. He stopped at a familiar face, a soldier barely taller than he was. ?King Cold,? he announced, the Changeling awakening from his day dream in surprise. ?You?re coming with me.? King Cold looked around to the other soldiers, making sure that his Commander had indeed chosen him. ?C?mon now. We don?t have time to dally,? furthered the Commander.

?Yes sir!? King Cold replied excitedly. With that, the two began their travel to the village. The soldiers waited at their backs, at first merely feet away, and then as time went on, the distance greatened. Soon, the Dante force was a mere line at their backs, and the two entered the village of Listeron step by step.

It was desolate, if anything, not due to any lack of resources but rather a lack of activity. The streets lay bare, the sounds of doors locking and windows shutting reaching the ears of the two Dante warriors. The ground was composed of dirt, dry and barren, no doubt the result of a village being so close to the Unforgiving Plains. As the sun pressed down on them, Changeling and Saiya-Jin alike came to a halt before a group of men. They stood in a ?V? shape, the legs of the letter forming away from the Dante warriors and its base being a single man that stood with hands behind his back. It was eleven men total, five composing each leg of the ?V? with the central man being no doubt Drac Boneham himself. They all wore white robes, encrusted with jewels along the lining. Each was old, wrinkled, yet seemingly physically fit in an odd way compared to their age. Each council member was bald, though Drac Boneham himself possessed long, white, flowing hair and thick facial hair. To them, it was a sign of superiority. With a bow, he spoke, fracturing the silence that had thus far consumed the village. ?Commander Broli, I presume??

The Saiya-Jin nodded, bowing as well as he returned the identification. ?Drac Boneham, it?s a pleasure to have finally made it here.? He outstretched a hand, yet the Head of Council did not take it.

?I apologize for my rudeness, Commander. However, we seek to do these matters as formally as possible. Now, if you?re willing, may I direct you to the Council Chambers??

Broli nodded, attempting to hide his offense. Drac Boneham smiled, and with another bow, they began their way to their destination.

[Broli]

It was intimidating at best, the two Dante soldiers standing on the circular marble floor. A single light illuminated their position in the round auditorium-like room, the elders themselves shrouded in darkness. ?Speak your offer, Commander,? came a voice, the Saiya-Jin recognizing it as originating from Drac Boneham. The Saiya-Jin strengthed his composure, knowing that it would be through the next few minutes that he would either convince Listeron to join him, or he would be forced to take the village by force.

?I come to you with the best intentions,? he began, his mind already stepping beyond his words as he planned his thoughts. ?As I said to you before, I represent the force of Dante. I am the Commander of this army, second to none, and assisted by another Commander known as Vejita I. We?ve come to you with an offer of peace, and more importantly, protection. Syntech, a force to our north, was an army of pure evil, seeking destruction with every move. When your neighbors, the Port Karolina, joined us and accepted our offer of safety, we fought with every ounce of our strength against the Syntech army. We obliterated them, and proceeded to push deep into Syntech territory to ensure that they would be crippled beyond any means of recovery. You see, we have no interest in pillaging or destroying any village. We simply want your support for our cause. The simple truth is that, if we are not the ones to protect you, no one will be. You have the Unforgiving Plains on your borders, a barren wasteland that will serve you no advantage should you be assaulted. If you?re attacked from the east, to where will you flee? The wasteland? No, you?ll be stuck here in this village with no rescue in sight. Take my offer, and I ensure to you that the soldiers of Dante will fight to the ends of their very lives to protect you. What say you??

Silence. The Commander waited impatiently, his head screaming for an answer. As he began to consider stepping into the darkness and finding his answer, Drac Boneham stepped into the light, his head cocked to one side, a smile on his face. ?We shall vote on your proposal,? he declared, disappearing back into the darkness as ominously as he appeared. It was then that the whispering began, and though Burori?s ears could not pierce the darkness in order to determine what was being said, he knew they were weighing their options. After mere moments, Drac Boneham entered the light. ?We have your answer.?

[Burter]

"We will open the gates," Drac finally said, "You are welcome here."