[PS] Dante Barracks

[Burter]

When you're drafted to Dante, you'll be sent here.

This is a military-themed meeting room. Beds are everywhere, and two thrones are at the head of the room with desks nearby. The two leaders are King Vegeta and Broli.

KV and Broli: You will make your two draft picks official here by looking at the people who have signed up so far via computer files. Once your choice is made, I will bring them to your barracks.

[Vejita I]

Reality shifted and was altered beyond the limitations of the saiya-jin warrior's comprehension. The world of overpowering creatures whose desperation stenched from their very breath upon his world had been manipulated into a sight of brilliance. The wonder of the imagination had been unlocked with a magnificent introduction to Vejita I. Sparkles of gold glimmered upon his fluttering eyes while attempting to adjust to this setting. A solitary confined room had been successful in ensnaring the admiration of this saiya-jin and he ogled at the beauty with sheer wonder, analyzing every engraving and detail he could decypher from his observations. It was constructed with the undeniable objective for defensive measures, perhaps against battles or tyrants. His pupils were being seduced with imagery of his former existence. Vejita's brain was unloading obscure visuals of a period at which he withheld the ultimate strength that his race could acquire; not super saiya-jin or an extension of their fighting capabilities. Only the political strength that entitled him to wielding the overwhelming military strength of Vejita-Sei and presented him with the title of being "king of the saiya-jin race."

"This is....but a dream!" That word, "dream", was so revolting as it was liberated from his lips that it was almost bitter to his tongue. His tongue couldn't even structure the prenounciation since it was only dilluting his dreams of once again seizing authority over the throne. However, that unfortunate incident had been bestowed upon with a rejuvination of hope while an object placed itself ahead of him. Fate had almost secured him of witnessing this amazing marvel and irony had as well. The functions of his brain were silenced under the unavoidable power that this "object" held upon him. "How..." The commencement of the sentence lingered briefly while the object became further visible in the swift pace he achieved towards it. The throne almost commanded of him to seat himself in order to symbolize his dominance once again, whether being a commander in this event or being the royal dictator of his homeworld. While inches from the throne, his heart was pumping with adrenaline that seemed to excessively inhabit him. Without hesitation or even a single deliberation, he placed himself in the comforts of the throne with a familiar stern expression that he once provided for his people so many years ago.

"How...quaint." He deliciously uttered all the while securing himself upon the throne. He stroked at the unshaven beard that had portruded from his pours at an almost inexuseable length. Vejita's soothing instance of joy unfortunately had been severed by an unknown creature storming into the barracks. This creature's identity was undetectable, but his purpose was not. He bowed with only respect for the former ruler of Vejita-Sei while tilting his cranium to the floor, almost as if he was unworthy to gaze upon the commander of the Dante forces. His lips motioned, but Vejita was unable to process the information due to the consumption of power that coursed into his veins. The form of power that he had experienced with kingship and now seemed to have been awarded in this competition. Vejita disregarded any speech from the underlying and immediately announced at a tone that could be witnessed beyond the boundaries of even the barracks. "I do not question my belonging in this competition; I merely embrace this moment as if it were my last. I will walk as a man after Dante's Abyss, but here today will be the rebirth of someone who died long ago. King Vejita had been reclaimed and all of his glory shall be realized. Bring to me - the saiya-jin with the name...." King Vejita paused momentarily while his eyelids concealed his pupils with a mass quantity of oxygen being inhaled through his nostrils.




"Reijin."

OOC: Broccoliz, I didn't want this post to be even longer than it had to be(due to laziness), so I just RPed as if you hadn't made it there yet. Yeah, yeah, sue me.

[Broli]

Broli sat at the wooden desk. The light of the nearby lamp was strong, helping his eyes to read the computer screen before him. It had logged into Syntech's database, and now sat there looking through a streaming list of thousands upon thousands of names. His eyes trailed to the post-it note that had been placed on the surface of his desk.

Broli,

Reijin's our first. Thoughts on second?

Vegeta

Broli scratched his chin. He thought for a moment, attempting to remember his past history with Reijin. He had, at best, exchanged small conversations with the Saiyan, though the rumors of Reijin's past feats were enough to provide a description of who the Saiya-Jin was. Casually typing a few keys, Broli brought up the profile of Rejin. His eyes skimmed over the information. It was indeed impressive. King Vegeta had made a good choice. However, they still lacked their second draftee. It needed to be someone he could trust and someone with experience.

The Saiya-Jin leaned back in his chair, twiddling his thumbs as his dove into the memories of his past. It was then that a potential candidate entered his mind. Returning to the computer, Broli eagerly entered a name. The character's profile popped up, the Saiyan eagerly reading the information. As with Reijin, this candidate was impressive as well. Broli and the draftee had served together ages ago in the CIA, an organization formed by the Changelings of Frost. They had fought together before CIA was eventually disrupted, the organization not appearing again some time later. Broli nodded to himself. This was a man he could trust. This was someone who would fight whole heartedly.

"Minoshia," was the single name that came from his lips.

OOC: Minoshia and Reijin are our two draftees.

[Grandpa Gohan]

Upon returning a pretty young lady approached him, ?Judy? was printed on her nametag. ?You?re Gohan correct??

Gramps looked her over pretty thoroughly before replying, ?I am.?

?You?ve been drafted to the Dante Army.?

?Okay.? The elderly man replied dryly.

?Please follow me.?

Gohan follow the followed her, and even though he was old enough to be her grandfather, he could help but notice her pretty butt, which jiggled as she walked. Gohan couldn?t help but think it?d be quite squishy and extremely squeezable. He didn?t follow right behind her though, as he liked to take life at his pace and by the time she reached the tele-tube, he was quite a way behind her.

?Right this way, Sir.? She said, allowing him access to the Teleportation tube labeled ?Dante Army?.

Gramps proceed into the tube, as he turned around his vision shifted from the lounge in which he talked to Nappa, and got the peach from Akane to the barracks, which he would now call his own. Beds were lined up neat and orderly, on the far end were two throne chairs, which desks near them; He knew immediately that there was not one, but two leaders of the Dante ?crew?. This should be interesting, having two leaders and all, wonder how it?ll turn out?? he thought to himself.

As he took his leave from the tube, which had sent him here, he quickly found his bed. He looked around, no one was here yet, except for the two figures sitting at the desks, he knew neither. As he took a seat on his bed it was surprisingly comfortable, this was the last thing Gohan expected as the approached. Slowly he laid back and looked at the ceiling, wanting to take in what would probably be the last comfortable thing he?d feel for awhile. While he himself had never been in a war before, he knew that it wasn?t anything pretty, and it was definitely not comfortable. Gramps instinctively knew that he had strong leaders, why else would there be two of them?

As Gohan lay there, he didn?t really know what to do with himself, he had become restless, which was something that didn?t happen too often in his routine lifestyle. He lived by himself for quite sometime, but with the oncoming war just around the corner, he was restless, not knowing what would happen, not knowing if he?d die or not. Surprisingly he was not afraid, but rather welcoming this war, why he did not know, it was probably the one thing that he had in common with the saiyans, lust for a good fight.

[Grandpa Gohan]

Gramps lay in the bed, unable to actually fall asleep because of the anticipation for the oncoming war. Slowly he got up and sat on the edge of his small cot, still no one was really there, but this being the Dante Army, there was no doubt in his mind that whoever his allies would be, they would be strong. Gohan wasn?t insecure about his own power in the least, he was excited to see who exactly the two commanders had picked as their first drafts, besides himself. As he stood he put his hand on his back, to avoid any kind of strain he might put on it. The frail old man had fallen out of his training and he was definitely feeling the effects of it now. ?Damn it!!? he cursed himself, ?I really need to start training again, this ?war? should do me some good.? He thought.

Slowly he started towards the two thrones, which were at the head of the room, as he walked through the rows of beds, which would be filled and then deserted again as the solders were killed in battle. He didn?t feel any regret, or sadness for them. ?Only fools rush into a battle blindly and expect to win, and only greater fools sign up to die?? he spoke to himself.

As he walked towards the thrones, he finally did really look over the room, the walls a clean white, plain. There was a large window on ether side of the room ever couple rows of beds. The room was almost depressingly plain, everything clean and orderly, like it should be. It wouldn?t be like that for long though, as people would soon start piling in as they were drafted. They would come and go and no one would really know them, all of them having hope of fame and fortune by winning this war. Gohan who was quite passive about Dante?s Abyss didn?t really care if he grew famous, or got a lot of treasure from it, joining up was simply a way to measure his own ability versus others. Something did get to gramps though, how could so many people watch this, and think of it as entertainment, the slaughter of thousands of people, people they might or might not have known would never come back. Humanity had truly sunk to a new low.

Slowly the two throne chairs came into view, only in one of them was there a figure, immediately he knew it was a saiyan, the gravity defying hair clearly giving him away, the hair came to a point at the top, the silhouette of the commander looked as though he had a Christmas tree upon his head. As gramps grew closer though, it was indeed the hair of his commander. His commander King Vejita sat there with a cold cocky look on his face. Unknowing how to actually approach the saiya-jin king, Gohan just walked in front him, comfortably he settled into an ?at ease? stance. Gramps quickly looked over the being in front of him, taking it in, analyzing him as much as he could before he spoke.

?Gohan, reporting for duty? he said firmly, looking into the eyes of his commander.

?I see the first of you have started to show up?? he trailed off

?I wont pretend to be your friend, I?m your commander, and I?m here to win this.?

Although Gohan didn?t say anything, he definitely had respect for the saiyan king.

Being the witty old man that he was, he couldn?t resist not saying something back to KV,

?I wouldn?t have it any other way? he replied with a smug smile upon his face, showing that he was happy to have a leader like Vejita.

OOC: Meeting KV :o

[Burter]

OCB:

Groll, Joy and Kerry have all arrived at the barracks. Before using them, check their descriptions in the NPC List located in DA Records

[Vejita I]

The saiya-jin's vision was enriched with vigorious energy while possessing the draftees in sight. If his arrogance hadn't subdued his logic yet, it had certainly done so in that period. The draftees were glancing upwards at the reigning "king" as though he was the representative for all the known strength in the universe. Amazement and respect was present in their facial expressions while they hurdled into the throne room. King Vejita's withered form was divulged with the wrinkles exposing themselves in his demonic snicker. His lips curled at such an angle that the spectators couldn't comprehend it as truth. The commander edged himself in the throne without regard to the possibility to partaking in this hellacious competition.

"Mmm, yes. Decades of leading the armies of Vejita-Sei and that familiar glare resides in your eyes." He murmured alongside to Grandpa Gohan who was incapable of determining a meaning behind the saiya-jin's statement, even with utilizing his vast wisdom. The elderly fighter paused momentarily with his brow shifting upwards to symbolize his dumbfounded response. The King's index finger danced delicately along his chin to carress the miniature mane that had sprouted during his mission on his homeworld. "Loyalty, the glimmer in your eyes shines before me. The blood of my people may not run through your veins old one, but I can smell the stench of loyalty from you miles away. You're a true warrior, and you'll make an excellent addition to this group."

Grandpa Gohan wasn't accustomed to such compliments, or perhaps he wasn't calculating his commander to be grateful of his presence since he was unknown to him. However, nonetheless, he nodded while the saiya-jin fighter persistantly ogled the Dante soldiers. They weren't impressive to him, but nor was he shamed by them. The absence of knowledge for each fighter was impacting his thought process, but he was prepared to conclude it. The commander slithered from his position and placed both hands upon the arm-rests. "Some of you have been thrown into this competition without caution and some of you barely can place not even a name upon your comrades around you. Let today be the day that we embrace one another as brothers and sisters. No longer will the animosity we hold towards one another affect us. If you cannot trust the men and women around you, then trust the name in which we represent. The name that will give new definition to fear and power. A force unwreckoned with by even the GODS, let your hearts show their pride and loyalty to the name of....Dante." Seconds before unleashing the "Dante" name in a roar, his limb was flung upwards to further stimulate any form of motivation that could intice these creatures to have faith in this group.

King Vejita awaited, anxiously expecting a booming reply thats volume would out-stretch to the other group's barracks.

OOC: And you know you love it.

[Burter]

All was quiet.

It wasn't that Vejita I hadn't effected anyone with his speech. It was just that no one was aware of how to react to such a random, even if enlightening, speech. An akward pause followed as he waited for what didn't come.

It was the tall, quiet figure off to the right hand side of the throne that first spoke. He raised a scaly fist to match the one of his leader. "To the Dante Forces!" He hissed as loud as his vocal cords would allow. Burter's crimson eyes lit up as he, too, was unusually effected by such a powerful speech.

Fists began to shoot up, one after the other. All of them followed the pattern of their leader, and before long, two thousand 'Dante Forces!' were being bellowed in the bare army barracks.

Burter's fist lowered as the celebration of a new force was born. His eyes met the set belonging to the leader known as King Vegeta. It was a very brief glare that the two shared, but the expressions said it all. Vegeta nodded to the tall reptile, who nodded back respectfully.

(Woo, Burter = here)

[Broli]

Burori stepped quietly down the aisle, his arms folded as he looked from bed to bed. To each soldier he said nothing, his eyes dashing from face to face as he attempted to memorize each and every man under his command. By now the fists had dropped, a vast amount of conversations ensuing between soldiers excited at the days to come. These men were not simply energized for the approaching battles; they had been convinced that there would be only one victor of Conquest, and the victor was unanimously agreed amongst the draftees to be Dante.

Taking a look at the last face on a row of beds, Broli took a seat at his throne. His king, Vegeta I, sat by his side in a throne of his own. The king?s chin rested in his palm, his elbow leveraged against the left arm of his position. As Broli slid back in his throne, he couldn?t help but notice the glimmer of happiness on his king?s face. ?Now they know what we know,? Broli began. Vegeta revolved his head to face his co-commander. ?They know that we are going to win Conquest.? The king could only chuckle in response, nodding in agreement. With that, the two focused on the mingling draftees before them, eagerly watching and listening. Their only choice now was to wait for the impending day of conquest to begin.

[Minoshia]

The Konatsa-jin had retreated back to his small bunk. The speech was inspiring to the troops that had crowded into the barracks; a combination of excitement and confidence sprawled over the minds of the soldiers. He had stood in the back, thrusting his fist when needed and shouting ?Dante? when the time called for it. It didn?t take much to make Minoshia want to kill people; it almost took no urging at all.

He chose a bunk in the corner of the tight room, where the least light hit and darkness covered his anxious body. He sat near the top of his bed, his back resting on the corner where the two adjacent walls met. Bony knees tucked against his chest, his chin resting on top of the bend in his leg. The only sign that he had arrived was the burning red shimmer of blood lust that flashed across his normally black eyes. He was sure that King Vegeta and Burori knew his presence was accounted for. All there was to do now was wait. Rest up, relax, and wait for the opportunity to slaughter opposing warriors ignorant enough to think they could defeat him, Minoshia; the Prince of Darkness.