Volume I Chapter II
Location: Unknown Planet
Rain poured down of the large city on the darkened day. Beings of multiple races alike all either in a building or very few outdoors in the heavy rainfall, hurriedly trying to seek indoor shelter, this kind of precipitation was no ordinary rainfall. No, this was rare for after a while the droplets would soon go from just drops of water to a stinging feeling that would feel like a needle being jammed into someone's skin and slowly destroying their insides. It's not as fatal as one would think, physically at least. The worst damage had already been done before in a similar scene, a perfect setting for someone who had lost everything they ever cared about, gone in an instant. Deep more into the city, the residents were out in the rain either facing the dreadful downpour or seeking shelter from it. Among these local residents, a lone and peculiar figure walked among the crowd, his outfit undoubtedly being the official uniform of the enforcers of the galaxies, the Galactic Patrol. This slender and slightly built man was also a reptilian humanoid species with the grey skinned head of a lizard, the dark blue eyes of a human, and the height of five foot two. The patrolman looked around suspiciously in search of something and led his investigation further into a local pub.
As it seemed, the pub was crowded with people seeking shelter or drowning their depression in liquor, which surprisingly at this day and age, was not very common. Every being in this pub was either dinning in, getting drunk, or just talking to friends and relatives while at the same time, keeping away from the rain. "Uh oh! Here comes Galactic Patrol!" one of the patrons shouts out jokingly. "What?! Coming here to arrest me for paying with a two credit coin?!" "Or arresting me because of my race and skin color?!" "Bah, to Hell with the authorities!" The patrons laugh drunkingly as the patrolman silently muttered a mantra to himself, looking around the bar. If he wasn't distracted with another important task, he would do something about the rude mouthed drunks. He finally stops looking around and walks towards a two person table off to the side of the bar with a lone figure sitting patiently; his face not shown as he is wearing a blue, robotic-like helmet and armor. The patrolman could not help but feel something ominous about this sudden meeting. "Patrolman" he says in an auto changed voice. "We have most important matters to discuss."
With reluctance and suspicion, the patrolman walks up and takes a seat at the two person table with himself and this mysterious stranger. "I take it you must be the one who called me here?" The man replies in an obviously tone, "I am. Now let's get straight to the point about your...manhunt you've been orchestrating." "You mean the one involving...what's his name...Otamot?" the patrolman asks. "Yes, him." "You have a lead on where he is? Or further evidence on the murder of his-" "I want you to call of the hunt, patrolman."
The patrolman reacts with widened eyes. In all his career, no one had ever requested him to cancel the search of a common criminal, but this person they spoke of could not go off the hook this easily, especially after his crimes. "...Why is that?" he asks as eyes the man with curiosity. "This murderer you've been chasing endlessly is growing stale, he's covering his tracks, his location is unknown. Do you honestly think can go on any longer?" The patrolman speaks up again as he slowly and secretly reaches for something besides him. "I assure you, the Galactic Patrol has not let anyone gone loose even if we have to take years to find someone. This is just-". "You've been searching for three years, patrolman, the longest a criminal has gone off wandering the galaxy. For all we know, he could be in another galaxy by now, this hunt has grown rather pointless, he can no longer be your top priority."
"Strange...by that absurd explanation, you sound like you're defending Otamot." the patrolman says suspiciously. "..." the stranger remained silent for a few seconds. "Hehe...just as I thought. Like I said no one is too far nor fast for me to catch." "You do realize that there are other criminals out there waiting to be caught and so far no one has brought them to justice?" the stranger asks. "I know too well. I know them and they know me, we all have one personal goal. What more can I say? You seem to be...outgunned."
He then moves his hand up on the table and places something on the table, moving his hand away to reveal the patrolman's gun. The patrolman was absolutely dumbfounded of how this masked stranger was able to obtain his weapon without even him noticing. "H-How did you-..?!" "When you learn a few tricks, you tend to get a sensation of surprising others." The gun suddenly vanishes in a split second, making the patrolman nearly jumping put of his seat. Never before had the patrolman had encountered anyone with this strange ability. His head was already swarming with questions as to how this man sitting across from him was able to pull it off and what kind of black magic he's associated with, automatically being the conclusion the patrolman could come to. Suddenly, the patrolman springs up from his seat and gives the stranger an authoritative glare. "Enough of this! You obviously know something about the whereabouts of Otamot and associated with all the other fugitives, I'm taking you in for further questioning!"
The stranger shows no reaction or movement as he just stares down at the patrolman. "Do you enjoy a few drinks, patrolman?" "...W-What? I guess.." All the sudden, the patrolman is suddenly lifted up in the air by something unknown, mostly being more of this stranger's dark sorcery, his hand lifted up as if he's actually holding the patrolman. "Then who am I to ruin more of your time here? Why not just drink away all you like, surely enforcing the law must be draining." The stranger thrusts his hand forward, sending the patrolman back at the bar at full force, causing most of the bottles of alcoholic beverages to shatter and spill everywhere. The entire pub stops to look towards the scene that just unfolded, looking at the stranger. He simply gives no reply as he sets some money on the table, gets up, and casually walks out of the pub, leaving everyone in shock. "Their service here was bad anyways." he says to himself as he walks out in the rain. "I don't even have the time to enjoy going out, besides...I have other plans in mind." he says ominously.
Location: Cawblesome
"Boy, you're really testing me now, aren't you?!" Escar had told Bould about his plan after seeing the two mysterious figures in the square earlier and for the record, Bould was not pleased. "As if a complaint from Ignéoza wasn't enough, now you're coming here to leave and kill my business?" "So let me get this straight here" Escar begins with an annoyed tone. "I told you about my past, my service, and my hardships a month ago and now here you are spreading this idiotic ideology that greed is more of a problem than all of that?" "Escar, this planet is where riches are most important and nothing else. By what you've seen here you know the answer as to why." "Most important to you are riches, huh? You and I both know that statement is false."
Bould could not offer any contradiction and stayed silent, not because he couldn't think of one. "Escar, this argument on your part is invalid. When I first came to you, you were helpless and defenseless like a infant in my hands and so are my people. You and them are all like my children and I have to unleash my full power to tend to both of your necessities. Are you suggesting that your life is more vulnerable than their's? With this selfish attitude of yours, I fear that the virtues you once uphold must've been shattered and broken along with your family." Unfortunately, Bould could not finish his pep talk as he is slammed against a wall nearby with Escar's hand grasping his rocky throat, the glare on Escar's face could only be described as something a god would give as they judge a deceased man's soul and eventually banishing it to Hell. "You...do NOT speak of my family in such way!" he hatefully spits out. "My days in the Elites are done and I'm now being hunted down by them like some war criminal! Reason, I'm unsure, but I'm damn sure about this-"
Bould interrupts Escar's rant and speaks despite being grabbed by the neck. "A-And..your best option...is to serve under t-the same being...that destroyed y-your race?" "I care not about that lizard anyways" he says with his tone easing from being angered. "This is the only option I have now and I can't have you interfering with my plan, you hear? You can't hold me back, Bould, so your people are in dire need that is no longer my problem only yours." "U..? Leaving u-us in poverty..to pursue your own goal? Where is the Escar..that once cared a-about others...rather than himself?" A pause fills the air as Escar lets go of Boyld and steps back, still glaring at him. "He is along with my brothers. Dead." He immediately turns and storms off outside, leaving Bould to only look on helplessly.
When Bould first met Escar, the poor Saiyan showed no emotion, but Bould could tell that something was wrong. He was not sure if it was just a strange feeling or that Escar was in a scene similar to a fugitive on the run from the law. The Saiyan's desperate and pleading eyes looked straight into Bould's when they first made contact; having a Saiyan, a powerful warrior-like being begging someone below them for protection was not something to happen very often. Bould took it as a sign to be tested to keep Escar safe and away from what haunted him to his very soul. He felt powerful over Escar, stood tall, towered him from the height of the power he wielded, but now there he goes, going to get himself killed by Frieza's unholy rage. Bould's determination to protect Escar, to protect his people, it was slowly fading. It grew stronger from the moment he found Escar and he wasn't going to let it weaken and let everything he wanted to accomplish die. "By my will or the god's...I won't let this fire within me extinguish!" He leaves the comfort of his home and runs off towards the only place Escar would go to. The hangar.
Location: Village Square
The sun was beginning to set as the shops shut down and close for the night. The only people that remained in the center of the village were the two cloaked figures, both leaving the square with the taller figure in front. They appear to be heading in the same direction Escar ran off to. "To think he could've at least thought about my capabilities before deciding to hide across the galaxy.." she says disappointingly. "No matter where he goes, I will know exactly where he went and how he traveled to said destination." "Forget that" replies the shorter figure. "My main concern is how so much has happened while we were out on this wild chase. With the Elites in poor condition, many obstacles are coming our way that we may not be able to overcome." "The Mistress will work it out, I'm sure she is fully aware." The taller figure seemed not to be paying attention to the shorter figure. She seems too focused with a hint of worry in her tone and movement.
"Will she be able to do it though? The tyrant that plagued the universe is back, his force's numbers are growing, we're losing the support of our allies, our stockpile of weapons and money are all depleted, we spend all of our time and effort on this search for one Saiyan as well as buying back all the lost land out of the money we had, we're losing our grasp on the universe. Not only Frieza, but those that oppose us will rise as the new superpowers and we'll be left in the dust." "As troubling as these situations are, we can't lose focus on the main objective at hand. Everything must go according to how it is supposed to be." "But do you not care about your own leader? Your own comrades, everything you fought for? Must it really rely on just one lone being?" Something had obviously conflicted the taller figure's mind. No one ever knew what troubled her at times nor her true emotions. Her mind to other people was like a difficult word search, like one of those words that no one is able to find no matter how hard they looked. She stops to take a deep breath and provide an answer to all the questions asked.
Before she could, however, she sees a small figure in the distance running somewhere. The other figure notices this as well and looks in curiosity. "Who is that and what's his deal?" The taller figure takes a step forward, knowing who it was and why he was running. "He's going to lead us to Escar. Come on!" The two proceed after the small figure running until five seconds in the short chase, the shorter figure uses her telekinetic powers to attract the small figure to them. The small figure soon lands gently in front of them and upon further examination, it is revealed who this figure is. "Evening sir. Apologies for the sudden attraction by my associate here, but we have reason to speak with you mister...Bould I presume?" Bould replies as he processes what happened moments ago. "Y-Y-Yes...I am...wait how did you...?" "That is not important now, what is important is that you were harboring a man we, as well as an officer of Galactic Patrol, have been looking for." "Escar...you mean Escar? Why him? Is he an actual criminal?"
"No he isn't wanted" the shorter figure says. "We're looking for him to help us find a criminal, a murderer in fact." "A-And what's so special, if I may ask, about this murderer and Escar?" The taller figure replies. "The fugitive we're looking for holds answers, answers that none of us could ever talk out of him. He is also a close person towards Escar and will only answer to him as well as the fugitive's mate. We get the two of them to confront him, we get answers to a mystery that may cause a series of events so catastrophic, so sinister, that the gods themselves may not be able to contain. We only believe this fugitive to be one of the very few blindly following this major catastrophe, we find out what exactly is happening, we may find the main cause." Bould replies. "I see...in that case, we must hurry! He went to the hangar not far from here!" Bould takes off again, gesturing the two figures to follow. Something major is about to happen. The exact explanation is so out of place and scattered, it would take all the time in the universe to put the pieces altogether.