12-09-2006, 05:50 AM
Two nights before, Nappa had gotten completely stoned with another general of the United army. It was a good time no doubt, but the fighter needed to focus on the task at hand, which in fact was not much of a task at all. He was ordered to do a check-up on a tower in the north, see what he could see, and then leave.
It was such a trivial task, but one that Garlic had a lot of interest in. The commander?s word was law, and he couldn?t defy the law in the game called war. Nappa understood this game very well now, and he knew better than to frown upon the assignments given to him. He was bored, but the bald warrior knew that sooner or later he would be called upon to fight.
?Edmond, send me the winner of the keg shoot up to my office. I have not yet promoted him to a higher rank,? the pure blood explained, as he sat in the highest room of the tower.
Waiting for the soldier to arrive, the saiya-jin elite pulled out his small stash of cigars. The cedar box, was getting much lighter than it had been only fifteen days ago. ?One, two?. Eight cigars left ehhh. Well that just means we?ve got eight days to win this thing,?
Garlic,
I?ve got eight cigars left. Send me more, or lets finish whoever is left off.
The owner of your soul,
Nappa
By the time he was finished jotting down his note to the commander, a small knock shattered the silence of his room. Both Edmond and the winner of the contest entered his chambers. The soldier seemed to be very excited, but his composure was still very intact. He kept a good posture, with a straight and emotionless face.
?Soldier, you are I great shot. Even under extreme circumstances you were able to hit the bulls eye each time. I don?t know if it is just sheer drunken luck, or latent, but I will soon find out. You are now corporal in my unit,? the bald warrior explained, as he placed a large fur cap on his head. The cap had fur ear flaps running down each side, for maximum warmth.
?Yes commander, thank you sir!? the winner replied, his tone full of gratefulness.
?Oh, and Edmond please get a messenger to take this to Garlic. Make sure I get s response from him as well,? the saiya-jin general ordered, deepening his voice to express importance.
With that he bit down on an end of his cigar, lifted his zippo lighter flicking the igniter three times, and inhaling the dark and highly potent smoke. With his favorite cigar lit, the Nappa leaned back in his chair, lifted up his binoculars, and began to survey his surroundings.
It was such a trivial task, but one that Garlic had a lot of interest in. The commander?s word was law, and he couldn?t defy the law in the game called war. Nappa understood this game very well now, and he knew better than to frown upon the assignments given to him. He was bored, but the bald warrior knew that sooner or later he would be called upon to fight.
?Edmond, send me the winner of the keg shoot up to my office. I have not yet promoted him to a higher rank,? the pure blood explained, as he sat in the highest room of the tower.
Waiting for the soldier to arrive, the saiya-jin elite pulled out his small stash of cigars. The cedar box, was getting much lighter than it had been only fifteen days ago. ?One, two?. Eight cigars left ehhh. Well that just means we?ve got eight days to win this thing,?
Garlic,
I?ve got eight cigars left. Send me more, or lets finish whoever is left off.
The owner of your soul,
Nappa
By the time he was finished jotting down his note to the commander, a small knock shattered the silence of his room. Both Edmond and the winner of the contest entered his chambers. The soldier seemed to be very excited, but his composure was still very intact. He kept a good posture, with a straight and emotionless face.
?Soldier, you are I great shot. Even under extreme circumstances you were able to hit the bulls eye each time. I don?t know if it is just sheer drunken luck, or latent, but I will soon find out. You are now corporal in my unit,? the bald warrior explained, as he placed a large fur cap on his head. The cap had fur ear flaps running down each side, for maximum warmth.
?Yes commander, thank you sir!? the winner replied, his tone full of gratefulness.
?Oh, and Edmond please get a messenger to take this to Garlic. Make sure I get s response from him as well,? the saiya-jin general ordered, deepening his voice to express importance.
With that he bit down on an end of his cigar, lifted his zippo lighter flicking the igniter three times, and inhaling the dark and highly potent smoke. With his favorite cigar lit, the Nappa leaned back in his chair, lifted up his binoculars, and began to survey his surroundings.