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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 7, 2015 4:11:53 GMT -6
The return trip to the Icerian Headquarters on Frieza 79 was one filled with dread for Arba... He'd pulled a pretty nasty trick on the Chief Grunt before he'd left and quite possibly had broken the man's body under 5 times gravity, there could be some loss of rank and position here for the Third Class, but what would he become under those circumstances? More than likely he might actually be discharged, or worse, executed... Frieza was not known for his sympathy, and his mercies were few and immensely far between. With Rakutsu handed off to a higher ranking member of the GFA for medical treatment before returning him to Planet Vegeta to meet with his ultimate fate, Arba filtered along through the corridors of the Icerian facility, marching to his judgment.
Finding his way to the command chambers of the facility, Arba halted outside the trisected pneumatic doors with an immense feeling of dread building in his chest... He would have to give his report on the capture of Rakutsu first, and then deal with the fury of Grig second. Perhaps for a moment, Arba actually hoped that Grig had died from being crushed to death under 5 times gravity. It wasn't entirely impossible, just really unlikely, and it probably wouldn't end as fluidly as the hybrid hoped... At least in that case he could chalk it up as the Chief Grunt's own fault. Pressing the button to open the command chamber door, Arba stepped in at attention and raised his arm in salute to the ranking members on the floor. Who was here to pass judgment on him? "Third Class Grunt Arba reporting back successfully from the mission to Eeyarth to bring the Saiyan in. I'm here to give my report on the events." |
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Post by Lotus on Jun 7, 2015 4:31:53 GMT -6
The command center on Frieza 79 consisted of several large monitors and electrical equipment. A large section of space was tracked from this very location. A multitude of techs sat at various intervals. Each was discussing the displays and receiving reports and various communications from the many vessels that belonged to Frieza's Galactic Army. A single man stood in the center of the chamber. He'd seemingly been watching over the activities of the room before Arba entered. The tall and lithe terran spun on his heel and smirked at Arba. The man's blue mane spun freely around him. He gazed momentarily at Arba as his scouter identified his energy signature.
"Grunt, what kind of pose is that to strike when speaking to me directly. How dare you speak to Captain Ginyu without striking a pose." The man grinned widely and cackled. He lifted both arms over his head as he performed a flawless pirouette on the toes of his left foot. His right leg extended directly over his head forming a straight line with his left leg. He leaned forward toward Arba while performing this maneuver, clapped his hands together. He lowered his right hand over his Ginyu symbol while extending his left hand at an upward 45 degree angle from his shoulder. All while standing on his left toes. "Now, do it again, Grunt, or I'll kill you where you stand."
This was truly Captain Ginyu. His renowned body change technique let him be whomever he wanted. Nobody really knows who he was in his original body. For now, he'd taken the form of a blue haired terran.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 7, 2015 5:07:57 GMT -6
.......What.
Watching the blue-haired Terran execute a series of poses that Arba was most certainly unable to perform in his body, the 3rd Class Grunt's eye visibly twitched in confusion. That's right, he'd heard about Captain Ginyu's preference for posing in often flamboyant and embarrassing fashions, but if that was something Arba would have to do to get ahead in the GFA, then he would embrace the embarrassment with all the bravery he could muster and get down to it. Bowing slightly at the waist, Arba turned around and left, allowing the door to shut behind him before turning to face it and summon up his courage.
Pressing the button to open the door once more after he'd taken a deep breath, Arba walks in with a puffed out chest, does a complete one-eighty to face his back towards the Captain and exhales. No time to hesitate! Since he couldn't reliably execute the pose Captain Ginyu demonstrated, Arba bent forward at the waist until he was at a complete ninety degree angle, extending his arms straight to his sides with his legs straddled to an exaggerated width... Bending forward further and bringing his arms inward and down so that his joined fingertips touched the ground between his feet, Arba took on a rather humiliating pose and reported once more as proudly as he could summon "Third Class Grunt Arba, reporting back from Eeyarth, Captain Ginyu!" Snapping his heels in and rotating about to kneel with his arms at a 45 degree angle from his sides, the hybrid completed his posing sequence, suppressing his humiliation and fighting back a blush that tinged his normally blue-gray pallor. "Is this pose suitable, Captain?"
((Reference pose.)) |
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Post by Lotus on Jun 7, 2015 5:20:21 GMT -6
Captain Ginyu grumbled. "It lacks passion; devotion! Your pose should strike fear in your opponents and portray your message!" He finally lowered his leg to the ground and stood up. "Work on your posing. You've a long way to go if you ever hope to be in the Ginyu Force. Now, report." Ginyu sneered mockingly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
The crowd of individuals in the chamber had all turned to watch the commotion. Some where obviously embarrassed for Arba. Others were thanking their gods that it was Arba and not them in his shoes. Others still were obviously fighting back a laugh, but feared letting it out or they'd be in Arba's shoes, or worse.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 7, 2015 5:31:55 GMT -6
Well, it was his first time posing in such a ridiculous fashion afterall, he couldn't expect to have a shining review. Was this what it meant to be in the Ginyu Force? Flashy poses and flamboyant behavior? No, that couldn't be all that there was, the Ginyu Force were a breed of elite all their own, they were known throughout the galaxy for their ability to inspire awe and terror, the posing just must have been something Ginyu appreciated. If Captain Ginyu in all of his power respected it, and if Frieza himself recognized the Ginyus as elites, then Arba could allow himself some level of humility here and accept that perhaps there was more at work here than he could presently understand.
Rising from his stooped posture, Arba assumed the position of attention and reported perhaps somewhat verbosely, "The mission to Eeyarth was a success, I had minimal exposure to the native people and managed to acquire the missing Saiyan at his residence on the planet. It seems that he has taken up with the people of the planet and abandoned his mission. The Saiyan is young and brash, but I did not have much of a problem dealing with him. There was a brief issue with a black-skinned humanoid from offworld who landed violently and destroyed a portion of the Saiyan's domicile, I can extend my report there if you would like. The Saiyan is now in our custody and is receiving medical care before he is returned to Planet Vegeta." |
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Post by Lotus on Jun 7, 2015 16:08:20 GMT -6
"So you're the Grunt that was sent out in that good for nothing Chiefs place?". He laughs. "I hope you enjoyed your game of ape escape." He then raised a knife hand high in the air. "As for your reckless behavior and disrespect of your superiors.". Ginyu laughed mockingly. "As humorous as it might have been to lock your Chief in high gravity, such an act cannot go unpunished. Now, die!". Ginyu quickly lowered his arm in a wide chop. He was across the room from Arba, so the chop didn't connect. The wind force on the other hand would slice through Arba, killing him instantly, or if he were hearty, or maybe just lucky, it would hurl him through the door and probably through the building behind him. Surely Arba wasn't fast enough to avoid Ginyu's attack...
[Attack : Arba] 100 (200D). (Unnecessary, but just because, lol)
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 8, 2015 6:16:34 GMT -6
Don't call me Shirley.
Certainly unable to avoid such a high level attack, Arba found himself unable to even comprehend the magnitude of the damage his body was taking, nearly severed completely in to as several of his ribs cracked audibly and blood fanned out from the deep gash trailing from the top of his right shoulder to the inside of his left hip. Blasted through the door he'd come in through, the wall behind that, a few consoles and computers that were far more valuable than anything Arba could ever accumulate in a lifetime of service to Frieza, and finally out of the back of that building and into the dirt a ways, the hybrid slumped lifeless in the dirt... He'd blacked out long before he'd even lifted off of the ground.
Would he survive this horrible ordeal? Would a couple nameless grunts have to travel to Namek and summon Porunga with the Namekian Dragon Balls to wish Arba back to life? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRA- |
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Post by Lotus on Jun 8, 2015 6:31:48 GMT -6
Ginyu rests his hands on his hips and lets out a chortle. "Well? Somebody fix that door." He then turned to go back to the business at hand before being interrupted. "Get back to work, unless you want to join the Hera-Jin." Several of the command room workers quickly spun around to face forward and went back to work as hastily as possible.
Outside in the dirt, Arba's body lay wrecked. A shadowy figure loomed over his body. "Dear Arba. So weak. I can make you strong." As the wind blew a tumbleweed past Arba, the cloaked figure vanished.
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