Rise of the G-Fighters
Lake Superior
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Chapter 8: "I'm watching you." "I trust you." (Part 2)
The man turned around and pulled a basic Trade uniform out of a locker and tossed it to Pikkon. "Your clothes are going through a cleanser. When they come out they'll be crisp, fresh, and as tough as armor. In the meantime, we've got this for you."
The puranten looked at the armor in something resembling disgust, but pulled on the uniform. It was tough to pull on the vest due to his speckled head's curvature, but the armor eventually stretched around and fit snug as a rug. He looked up at the trio as he tugged up his boots, time for the follow-up questions. "If you're not with the Trade," Pikkon inquired, "Then who are you with?"
"We're rebels." The arcosian replied flatly, "We're going to strike against the Cold family and bring the Trade to collapse." He motioned to the two others on his right, "As for the three of us; my name is Froze, the Cast-out."
"I'm Bardock, the Legend." The man in the middle spoke up.
"And I'm Ranch, the melodious." The female finished, before adding, "I came up with the titles."
"I am Pikkon." The puranten replied to them as he flexed his fingers into the PTO gloves, "The strongest fighter of Planet Puranter." He stood up and walked out to investigate the rest of the ship.
Froze looked up at Bardock, who gazed down coldly in return. The mood between the two of them had been tense since the alliance Bardock had forged with Kanchapp. They had to hide it in front of Pikkon to make a good impression, but now that the green man had left, the two were glaring daggers at each other and suppressed ki started leaking to the point where some IV bags were starting to burst and heart monitors were beginning to explode. Froze had to talk to this "Captain" of theirs.
"How could you just agree like that?!" The arcosian finally burst out in anger. Bardock stared him down and growled, "It was my only option! You felt his ki! He's far stronger than us!"
"We could've gotten away!" Froze snapped.
"And where would we have escpaped to?!"
"You know we can't place our faith in him!"
"I had a vision! He'll save my life someday! The look in his eyes was good and decent!"
Froze couldn't believe this. "A vision?!" The short arcosian exclaimed, "You staked our allies on a vision?!"
"You never objected before! And you have no reason to doubt them! Pikkon was in my vision of our battle with the Trade!"
"Maybe, but was Kanchapp there? That's what I want to know!"
"He wasn't, but maybe he was leading a different division or something!"
"Kanchapp can't be trusted! You know just from his voice that's he's just vile slime!"
"Who's slime, now?" A new, cold voice inquired. Froze turned to the voice's source to see the aforementioned zaltian standing in the doorway. A chill ran through all three fighters' bodies as they expected the worst, only to pull an anime faint when Kanchapp gave a hearty laugh. "I get that all the time!" He declared, "I certainly need to work on my first impressions!" The zaltian calmed himself and looked at them all. "My reputation precedes me, but I'm far more than that. I assure you that I'll be a great ally." And with that, Kanchapp spun on his heels and left behind three very confused warriors.
Pikkon descended a staircase that led to the ship below. Apparently these planet trade ships were able to dock on top of one another and travel together. Many of the soldiers gave him nods of acknowledgement, but not much else. Finding his way to the galley, he ordered up a salad and sat down next to another green warrior who appeared very similar to himself. He felt a sense of familiarity and scavenged his memory for information until he recalled a lesson he received in his history schooling years before. There had been a relatively nearby planet that Puranter had traded with centuries ago until an environmental disaster wiped out its inhabitants. A planet called Namek. But there was no way this man next to him could be… He had to know.
"Are you a namekian?" Pikkon asked, turning to face the green being next to him. The warrior turned his head to look back at the puranten, a cold- almost angry- look in his eyes. The warrior nodded and slugged down a tall glass of water. Pikkon looked down the table and observed that there were at least ten empty glasses lying around. The warrior lazily tossed the empty glass onto the table with the others and resumed glaring at Pikkon. Finally, he spoke up.
"I'm a namekian, yeah." He growled, "What's it to you?"
"My name is Pikkon," The puranten replied, "Our people once traded with each other centuries ago."
"And what's that to us now?" the namekian grunted. It appeared this fighter wasn't a friendly sort. So much for finding a comrade on this ship. "Can I at least ask for your name? I am known by Pikkon."
"Shell." The namekian growled, standing up and leaving the galley.
Kanchapp chuckled to himself. These fighters they picked up were too easy to fool. Perfect pawns. All he had to do was keep acting as the perfect Space Scout and they'd follow him without question. Hero types were always so gullible. He was interrupted when he bumped into one of his best warriors (After his personal unit, of course).
"Shell!" Kanchapp declared, "Good to see you!" The namekian merely grunted in response. "Silent as ever, I see!" The zaltian joked, only eliciting another grunt from the namekian. He just let Shell go on about his way. Well, technically Shell was an "it" because of being a namekian and all, but using male pronouns was much easier. They had picked the guy up several years before on an ice planet. Shell was ruling over the gorilla-like inhabitants of the world when they found him. Shell joined them in hopes of better opponents than the planet could offer. Shell had told them that he was a "Super Namek," or rather a direct descendent of one who had escaped the disaster of Namek centuries ago. He had created a very powerful technique involving a shift in mind, but Kanchapp never really bothered to listen to the whole thing.
"Hey, Shell!" The zaltian called out before Shell went around the corner, "When we make our next stop, how about a sparring match?" The namekian simply gave an affirmative grunt and went back to his quarters.
A/N:Next time: The training bonanza begins! Froze vs. Shell vs. Bardock vs. Pikkon vs. Froze vs. Kanchapp vs. Ranch!
And not exactly a reader question, but I believe species names are left uncapitalized, Mr. Arkham.