The bar was unusually quiet that night, very few patrons had shown up. Ryo didn't mind, when there were a lot of people, things got… loud, and somewhat out of control. Still, the five who were there tonight seemed… off. It was clear something had happened, but the bartender decided against asking. Some calm, low-fi music played throughout the Tori Dragon Palace, as the night sky was obscured by some clouds. Pouring the purple horned man another drink, Ryo cast the others a glace, asking them a silent question. One of them, a red-skinned, white haired man, shook his head in response, and Ryo understood, quietly going back to cleaning some of the mugs.

The doors swung open as a newcomer entered, wearing a black overcoat, the man walked with a bit of a sombre air to him, as if he was delivering bad news. Walking up to the bar, he ordered a whiskey sour and leaned closer to the bartender.

"These guys' drinks are on me, keep em' coming."

"Alright, you a friend of theirs?" Ryo asked, casting a quick glance as the black-red-and orange dreadlocks the man had.

"Eh, something like that." He whispered in response.

Setting the drink down, the newcomer downed it in a single gulp, then pushed the glass back for a refill. A few of the others looked over at him, as if trying to figure out where he came from.

"Rough night?" Skorch asked calmly, turning his head slightly.

"…Yeah." A large, dark-blue skinned man nodded.

Skorch looked down at the bar, then back up at the bottles on the wall behind them. He was never good at this… But still, he had to try.

"Listen, I'm pretty sure none of you know who I am, but… I knew him too. He was a good man."

"True." The purple alien said through clenched teeth. "He was a paragon of humanity, a pillar of strength."

"He was a voice for generations." Skorch nodded, and the man turned and looked at him.

"How did you know him?" He asked quizzically.

"I really shouldn't go into details, but the long and the short is, I've been to different dimensions." Skorch said, swirling his drink before downing it. "One of them, he was what you might call… an actor. He was respected, loved by millions."

Captain Ginyu was silent, listening to this human's (or whatever he was) story. It lifted his spirits a little, but it was clear that the wound was still fresh.

"I don't expect what I'm saying to make sense, or to solve any issues." Skorch admitted. "But there's a lotta people missing him, even if you can't see them."

"This… world you talk of, they know us?" Jeice asked, and Skorch was slightly surprised at the lack of the Australian accent.

"Yeah. In one world, this is all a cartoon, and people LOVE IT." Skorch chuckled. "Sure, you may have gotten your asses kicked, but people love you guys. The Ginyu Force is known by anyone who knows who the others are."

"That's… kinda cool." Jeice said, a small smile forming on his face.

"Listen, again, I know we don't know each other, and my words probably don't mean much, but a lot of people miss the dude. He was someone kids grew up hearing every day. Or… every Saturday, or whenever Toonami showed episodes- whatever! My point is, he left behind a legacy, one that won't be forgotten anytime soon."

"And how are we supposed to move forward? Without his voice." Captain Ginyu finally asked, solemnly. Shockingly, Skorch didn't answer right away.

"I wish I had an answer for that." The entity finally spoke. "But… I don't."

The disguised entity looked back down at his drink, as if trying to figure out what to say, before speaking his mind without thinking it through.

"It's normal to mourn, it's okay to grieve. I don't think you'd agree with me on that one… But that's just my thoughts."

Skorch turned around and leaned against the bar. Ryo had given up re-filling Skorch's drink, and had left the bottle of whiskey on the bar, and Skorch was now taking long drinks from the bottle.

"Thanks." Captain Ginyu finally said. "I may not agree with everything you've said, but thank you for letting me know I'm not the only one missing him."

"No problem sir." Skorch said with a joking salute.He tossed Ryo something as he got more beers for the Ginyu force,and slowly made his way out the door. When he was outside, he summoned an image and tapped it, beginning the short video.

Next Time On The Z Fighters React To Death Battle…

A wandering warrior faces off for arcade supremacy against a flaming specter from hell! And powerful putrid psychopathic pink puffballs are beginning their battle! Tune in next time…

Skorch smiled as he heard the voice speak. Sure, he had never met Brice Armstrong in person, but he defiantly knew who he was. He was saddened by his passing, but knew that sooner or later, everyone had a time. But Brice had left behind a legacy, and more importantly, a voice, that would be remembered by 90's-and-early-to-mid-2000's kids forever. Not everyone needed to leave a legacy, but to Skorch, he wanted to remember the man behind the voice.

Pulling a hood up over his head, Skorch slowly made his way down the night streets, only partially being illuminated by the lights of the stores and other resturaunts. He really wanted ramen for some reason…