12-02-2006, 01:54 AM
King Vejita's dream had unleashed the possibilities of impending thoughts of his future. The once fragile mind of the saiya-jin warrior was now pulsing with so much confidence. With the inevitability of his super saiya-jin powers being unlocked and his current reign of commander, his existence had succumed to a meaning. Purpose had been bestowed upon his soul and every thought was of positivity. Unfortunately, this demonic creature had finally portruded from its obscurity and had introduced itself to him with all of its superiority.
The former king of Vejita-Sei had been enlightened with the suggestion that with this malicious personna, he could finally ascend once again into his level of ideal power. The power of the legend that ogled below at his inferior power for years until he had accomplished it during the Cold Industries Army seize.
However, that information was insignificant at this second with the wars devastating effects being set upon the Dante forces. The warrior had explored the depths of Raytar Tower to its utmost potential, duely noting its benefits and disadvantages of this war. The armies of Syntech were still creeping with only intentions of fullfiling their vengence upon the Dante group. King Vejita and his unit had devastated the forces of Syntech by demolishing the majority of their soldiers. Unfortunately, the final unit was replicating the movements of a wounded animal seeking only the faint glimmer of survival.
Unbeknown to him however, the commander of the Syntech forces were none other than his own son. If that information was ever divulged to him, the outcome would be counter-active to their cause in eradicating the group further. His son was still classified as his only being he could ever whole heartedly have compassion for and to murder him would indefinitely unravel him mentally.
King Vejita scurried throughout the tower with only murmurs of strategizing drifting into into the heavens to share inhabitance with the shimmering moon. His soldiers were slacking in operations, since afterall, he couldn't determine their options at this point. Vejita had selected to lead the few soldiers in his possession to "victory" over Dante, but was practically undetectable to the group. This was disturbing, especially in regard to their intentions of completely banishing Syntech from the battlefield. He cursed underneath his breath, but attempted to conceal his frustrations from the group. Fusion's selections for movements were limited, and were obvious to the others, but he was obligated to inform them of their steps.
"Everyone! Stand at attention! The hours of slumber have will be reverted; and a battle is at our heels. Syntech's final unit is in the area is near; but so is our strength. Let them be awakened by the sound of Dante cheers upon our breaths. Follow your commander with bravery upon the days of uncertainy." It was barely a successful speech, but nonetheless, it would be sufficient for the king.
OOC: Feeling lazy. =O!
The former king of Vejita-Sei had been enlightened with the suggestion that with this malicious personna, he could finally ascend once again into his level of ideal power. The power of the legend that ogled below at his inferior power for years until he had accomplished it during the Cold Industries Army seize.
However, that information was insignificant at this second with the wars devastating effects being set upon the Dante forces. The warrior had explored the depths of Raytar Tower to its utmost potential, duely noting its benefits and disadvantages of this war. The armies of Syntech were still creeping with only intentions of fullfiling their vengence upon the Dante group. King Vejita and his unit had devastated the forces of Syntech by demolishing the majority of their soldiers. Unfortunately, the final unit was replicating the movements of a wounded animal seeking only the faint glimmer of survival.
Unbeknown to him however, the commander of the Syntech forces were none other than his own son. If that information was ever divulged to him, the outcome would be counter-active to their cause in eradicating the group further. His son was still classified as his only being he could ever whole heartedly have compassion for and to murder him would indefinitely unravel him mentally.
King Vejita scurried throughout the tower with only murmurs of strategizing drifting into into the heavens to share inhabitance with the shimmering moon. His soldiers were slacking in operations, since afterall, he couldn't determine their options at this point. Vejita had selected to lead the few soldiers in his possession to "victory" over Dante, but was practically undetectable to the group. This was disturbing, especially in regard to their intentions of completely banishing Syntech from the battlefield. He cursed underneath his breath, but attempted to conceal his frustrations from the group. Fusion's selections for movements were limited, and were obvious to the others, but he was obligated to inform them of their steps.
"Everyone! Stand at attention! The hours of slumber have will be reverted; and a battle is at our heels. Syntech's final unit is in the area is near; but so is our strength. Let them be awakened by the sound of Dante cheers upon our breaths. Follow your commander with bravery upon the days of uncertainy." It was barely a successful speech, but nonetheless, it would be sufficient for the king.
OOC: Feeling lazy. =O!