Chapter 1:
Going Home
The Empire of Kadar was incredibly vast, encompassing well over a million worlds, and growing every day. The army of this Empire was both incredibly vast, and powerful.
The reason that this Empire was so powerful and vast, and growing each day, was because the one being who had brought it all together, and was determined to bring as much as he could together under his rule.
Unlike some beings that had tried to rule the universe, Kadar was vastly different. Most people were stunned when they realized it, after the Empire had conquered their planet.
The truth of it all was that Kadar was a GOOD ruler. He was just, and fair, he listened to those he conquered about what they needed, and he did his best to make life better for all of those under his rule. And he succeeded admirably. In a few years after conquering a planet, the people of that planet noticed a great increase to their lifestyles. Planets that were turned into wastelands were restored, and planets running low on resources were rejuvenated.
The universe simply flourished under Kadar's rule.
However, there was a problem that arose. Some members of the Empire's army were corrupted by the power they had gained in the Empire's training camps. These members went renegade, and looted, and destroyed, among other things.
For years, the Empire had trouble with these small uprising's, the army not suited to put down small units like that.
Eventually, Kadar had ordered another branch of the military created, this one composed of small units, much better suited to the kind of combat that would arise when soldiers went renegade.
Since the creation of this new branch, the damage caused by these renegade soldiers dropped dramatically.
However, as if to counteract this, there seem to be more soldiers going renegade everyday, giving the new branch plenty of work to do. So far, they've managed to keep up.
In hopes of predicting a few new movements of renegades, a team has been dispatched to a quadrant that is expected to become a hotbed of renegade activity, where they will meet up with the other team already in that quadrant.
:An Empire Special Forces space ship, in the Sol Quadrant:
He pushed himself off the ground with one hand, his other placed behind his back. Sweat poured off of his forehead from exertion as he kept his energy to a minimum. After doing several more push ups, he relaxed, lying on the floor of his quarters for a moment, catching his breath. He finally stood up, and walked over to the life support controls for his room.
He reached out and punched in a command, and the computer gave a beep that it was ready. After a moment, he pressed another key on the pad, and the gravity of the room nearly doubled, increasing to a hundred times ENG, or Earth Normal Gravity. He felt the immense weight of the very air press down onto his shoulders as he increased his energy to compensate. He walked to the center of his room to help his body adjust to the new gravity, and once there, he fell into a combat stance that he had been taught to use from his mentor; Crouched down, feet shoulder width apart, right arm extended, crooked at a 135 degree angle, his left arm at his hip, crooked at a 90 degree angle.
After closing his eyes and focusing for a moment, he snapped open his eyes and started shadow boxing. At first his punches were slow and weak, but they soon increased in speed and power. As he reached a certain point, he started kicking as well, at a slow speed and strength level, while keeping his punches flying as before. His kicks became faster and stronger, and soon, his kicks were just as fast and strong as his punches. He then increased his energy, and took it to the next level, moving faster and faster.
After about ten minutes, his pace had increased to the point where a single blow would turn rocks into rubble, and moving at a rate where by the time an ordinary human had thrown a single punch, he would've thrown nearly a hundred. And still, he increased his pace, his face covered by a fine sheen of sweat. Finally, he powered up all of his energy and sent it shooting through his muscles, increasing his power and speed to his max.
And now the real test he set himself every morning: How long could he keep it up.
On another part of the ship, two aliens, one with teal skin, and light green hair, the other with green skin, bald, and with pointy ears, watched a screen showing the young mans work out.
"He's improved quite a bit."
"Yes. His power level's raised dramatically."
"How high was it when he joined our team?"
"73,462."
"And now?"
"115,714."
"Impressive. And that's not even all of his strength thanks to 'that'. Any idea how far he can take it?"
"Last time, I believed it was to the seventh level without straining his body too much."
The being with teal skin smiled.
"Well, by now, he'll be able to take to a higher level, I suspect. It really is rather amazing."
The green skinned alien reached out and tapped the screen. It zoomed in on the young man's face, throwing his determined expression into sharp relief.
"What is, the strength he has, or the fact that he's managed to keep 'that' a secret from the others for so long?"
"Both, my Namekian friend, both."
Finally he started to slow down, his body giving up under the pace, and the pressure. After nearly an hour of fighting at his max in 100 ENG, he started to weaken. He noticed, but kept going until he reached a certain point. Finally, he reached the point he was looking for, where his body was noticeably weakened, before stopping.
After standing there gasping for air, he began his cool-down exercises and stretches. Once they were done, he verbally ordered the gravity back to ENG.
"Computer, set gravity back to Earth normal."
With a beep, the pressure suddenly vanished. The young man let out a relieved breath before heading over to the pad with buttons. After pressing several buttons, there were a few beeps, and the room started to change. The first thing that happened was only noticeable for a second. The walls of the square room wavered, as if viewed through a heat wave. After a moment, it vanished, and the room began to change in earnest. Several places around the room, the floor rose or slid aside, revealing all the necessary living requirements. A bed, shower, closet, and several other things were all revealed as the floor tiles either slid aside, or rose up to touch the ceiling.
He walked over to a shower in the corner, and stepped in, activating the force fields as he turned the water on to a nearly scalding temperature. After several minutes of the water running over him, he stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. Thanks to the healing properties of the water, he was fully recovered from his workout, something that would normally take several hours to achieve.
Once he was dry, he tossed the towel to the floor, and reached into his closet, pulling out his uniform, armor, and weapon of choice. Most of it, he left lying on the bed, but he pulled the pants of his uniform on. They were black, and were a little loose, not quite baggy, giving freedom of movement, but not revealing every little detail about his lower half, like the skintight versions. Once his pants were on, he spoke again.
"Computer, lights off."
With another beep, the lights of the room died, leaving him in almost total darkness. He used what light he had to move to the only window his room on the ship had.
The endless expanse of space greeted him, the view of the stars unobstructed by the atmospheres of planets.
The view, as always, took his breath away.
But that was nothing compared to the main event.
The ships slow rotation brought the planet that they would be staying at into view, and he gasped as he saw his home from space for the first time.
He had seen several planets from space, but none seemed to be able to match the one floating below; Mainly blue, with pieces of green and brown, all with an overlay of white.
His appreciation of the planet was cut off when the intercom to his quarters buzzed and a voice echoed around his room, filled with contempt to the point that not even the speakers could drown it all out.
"Time to wake up, and meet up on the bridge. Move it, human."
With a sigh, he moved away from the view, toward his gear on the bed. Once he was clothed, armed, and armored, he left, opening his door. But before he stepped over the threshold and let it close, he took one last look over his shoulder. His eyes looked through the window for another glimpse of the planet he had wanted to come to for the last three years. His home, Earth.
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The commander of Earth's Security Forces was an old, balding, and going to seed Zantrilian. A once handsome gray skinned alien with four arms, he now had only three, one somehow lost. His skin, once a dark gray, and smooth, like a rock left underwater for a long period of time. Now, the skin was pale, with several marks of age upon it. The alien's armor, a white and blue affair, now stretched over his ample belly. He was rather hard on the eyes, overall, but his character and spirit hadn't dimmed with age in the least, leaving behind a noble heart, or hearts since Zantrillians had three, a good sense of humor, and an excellent commander. He was well liked by the troops, as well as the general populace as the being who delivered Kadar's justice.
At the moment, the Commander was standing at the gateway leading out onto the landing pad, waiting for the Special Forces ship to land. He was impatiently striding back and forth, his three arms clasped behind him. There was a sudden roar, and a shudder ran through the ground, signaling that the ship had just landed. The Commander strode out onto the landing pad before it had a chance to cool off and become safe. He ignored the intense heat by powering up slightly, surrounding his body in a cocoon of energy.
While the Commander was in a rare enough mood to ignore the safety rules, the soldier's aboard the ship were not, staying inside until there ship gave the green light that the landing pad was safe. They then dropped the loading ramp and disembarked.
The Commander was glad to see that the seven soldiers' were dressed in their armor. He nodded at the man in the lead, a saiyan of rather large stature, topping eight feet. His black hair, like all Saiyans, shot in every direction, and his uniform was composed of white and tan armor, with shoulder, hip, and crotch guards, and a red body suit. A badge decorated the breastplate of the saiyans armor. The Commander started speaking before the saiyan and his soldier's came to a complete stop.
"I'm afraid we have no time for pleasantries, Lieutenant. A situation has arisen, just as your ship entered the Sol system, three hours ago. A group of ten soldiers went renegade, and have attacked a small town, turning it to rubble. We don't know about any survivors of the town, though we have people there as we speak. But the renegade's have left the town, and destroyed two others, and are en-route to a third. We need your team to intercept them and take them out. Now."
The Commander's tone left no room for argument, stalling any questions. The saiyan nodded, and the Commander handed over a data disc, which the saiyan plugged into his scouter. The device beeped for a moment, then stopped, and the saiyan pressed the scouter's button, transmitting the data to the rest of his team.
Then Special Forces team 12 powered up, blue aura's bursting into existence around them all, and blasted into the air. The Commander watched them until they were out of site, and then walked back inside, heading for the command center of the base.
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In the air, team 12 held a conference, shouting back and forth over the wind.
"Something's seriously fishy here. The only data he gave us is their current location, not any data on the renegade's themselves, except for how many there are."
The current speaker was the teal skinned being, quite muscular, dressed in white armor, complete with shoulder guards, baggy white pants, and white boots. His name was Zafar, and he was a descendant of Freiza's henchman, Zarbon. He had the same green hair, same teal skinned handsome face with the exception of the nose, which was a bit more arched, and the eyes, more slanted than Zarbon's. Zafar glanced at the alien flying next to him, a Namek wearing a dark purple body suit and white armor, also with a cape. The Namek's green and orange arms were crossed, the large muscles, common to Namek's, relaxed.
"If he didn't tell us something, he had a reason. Perhaps someone in this team knows one of the renegades."
Silence reigned as everyone absorbed that thought, still heading for the renegade's.
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The town of Northwing was on a state of general alert, having received word of renegades heading their way. The people had immediately headed for the safety bunker, sealing the door, leaving the town above ground empty. At the moment, the people were huddling about inside the bunker, knowing that with each second the renegades grew closer.
If they knew that the renegades were no longer drawing closer, but were actually on a hill overlooking the town, the people of Northwing would've gone into a full-blown panic.
"I get to destroy this town."
"What?! Why do you get this town?"
"Because the rest of you took the last three while I was off flying reconnaissance."
"...But It's no fun the way you destroy stuff..."
The first alien raised his left hand, fingers flat, palm out, facing the town below.
"Tough."
Energy began to gather, crackling around the alien's hand. Soon a ball of energy roughly the size of a basketball had formed, blue, but with a tinge of green around the outside. The muscles in the alien's face became taut, and his mouth opened wide with a "HA!"
The ball of energy shot from the alien's hand, shooting for the city.
The ten aliens watched the ball fly toward the city with poorly hidden excitement. This would be the fourth town that they had destroyed. One more, and they could finally leave this worthless rock.
The aliens' excitement was cut off when there was a flicker, and the energy ball suddenly stopped. There was a combined growl of displeasure from the aliens' as they studied the newcomer, who calmly held the energy blast in his right hand.
He was tall, topping eight feet, with long, spiked black hair, wearing the badge of a captain of a renegade hunting squad, the badge situated on the breast plate of his white and tan armor. His red body suit was the exact color of human blood. A tail snapped every which way behind him, displaying his anger and agitation, though his face was calm.
"Of all the people I expected to go renegade, you guys were never among them."
The ten aliens didn't even seem to notice that the saiyan had spoken. They just glared at him. The saiyan glared right back, looking over them all.
(Hmm...Two Caprians, one Namek, three Tolstoys, and three Yubans...)
The aliens were humanoid, wearing various forms of armor and clothes. The Caprians, in all their purple horned glory, were an ugly people, in the saiyan's opinion. They looked mostly human, with five fingers, but they were bald, with horns, and veins showing all over their heads. Of the same race as Captain Ginyu, Caprians had joined the Kadar Empire when it was first on the rise.
Nameks. Now there was a great race. Not as powerful as the Saiyan race, but close enough to warrant respect. And there was that interesting regeneration ability of theirs... This Namek was dressed similarly to the Namek on the Saiyan's team, with a purple body suit, whit armor and a white cape.
Tolstoys. Short, red skin, and white hair. The race as a whole was fairly handsome by most standards, if only average in strength. And last but not least, Yubans. Another ugly race, with purple skin complete with blotches of yellow, with the back of the head extending nearly a foot and a half behind them, they were rather weak, with a power level generally around ten thousand or so.
(There's nine of them...where's the captain?)
As if reading his thoughts, a voice sounded behind the alien group, and the aliens parted, allowing another figure forward.
"Stop fidgeting Caular. I'm right here, enjoying the view."
The new alien wore a set of armor and clothes similar to the Caular's own, only the body suit was black instead of red. A badge even decorated his armor in the exact same spot that one decorated Caular's armor. The alien was about seven feet tall, and looked remarkably similar to a saiyan. His skin was a bit darker, his hair brown, and he had horns instead of a tail, but the skeletal structure was remarkably similar.
"It's been a while Caular."
Caular glared at the alien in front of him.
"What are you doing Dram?! You, of all people, going renegade?!"
Dram merely shrugged.
"Ah Caular. I don't know how to explain it...Let's just say I had an epiphany. But you must laugh at the irony! A renegade hunter team, going renegade!"
"So that's why he didn't give us any more info other than your location."
Both captains's looked to the left to see Zafar floating about three feet in the air, the Namek to his left, and a female Saiyan to his right. Zafar didn't need to look to know that the two Nameks were exchanging glares, or that the Saiyan on his right was looking over the renegades with a hungry grin.
Dram and the other renegades then looked to thier right and saw another two fighters. Dram then looked over his shoulder and spoke to one of the Tolstoys. The same Tolstoy who had launched the energy blast that Caular was now holding.
"What information did you get on your reconnaissance?"
The Tolstoy glanced around, matching information with faces.
"Team 12. Consists of two Saiyans, one Namek, one Zarek, two Altraks, and one Human."
The Tolstoy's voice sneered at the last word.
"The two saiyans are Caular, the team leader, and Letta, the only female team member. As expected, they're both powerful, and vicious in a fight. Caular is the most powerful on their team, while Letta's strength is unknown."
The renegades looked as one at Letta, studying her. She stood at about six feet tall, and had tied her black, wild hair into a braid to keep it out of her face when she fought. Her armor consisted of merely a breastplate, and her uniform was a pair of gloves and boots, and her body suit left her arms and legs bare. Her tail was wrapped around her waist. The entire outfit was black, matching her hair.
"The Namek is Daimon, born and raised on the battlefield some say. His power is also unknown, except he also acts as a healer."
Daimon was still glaring at the renegade Namek, who was still glaring right back. The other renegades decided to let those two duke it out once the fight started.
"The Zarek is Zafar, a descendant of Zarbon. His exact power level is unknown, but he's rumored to be close to Caular in strength."
The renegades looked at Zafar, taking in his handsome face, and relaxed posture. Zafar looked more like he was at a state dinner than in a soon-to-be battlefield.
"The Altraks are Mortlek and Mortlem. Twins as would be expected. Nothing more than that is known."
The two Altraks stood side by side, to the renegades' right. They each had golden hair, and silver skin. Mortlek had his hair long, and drawn back in a ponytail, and was wearing a set of armor that was just the breastplate and the shoulder guards, while his body suit was a skintight dark gray. Mortlem had his hair cut short, with an outfit identical to Mortlek, only with a dark blue body suit.
"And it would seem that Team 12's human has run away. Poor, weak creature, must be hiding somewhere."
The renegades laughed at the Tolstoy's words. None of them thought to look behind them.
"You got a problem with humans?"
The renegade's laughter died, and they turned to look behind them for the first time. Standing alone was the human of Team 12. He had unruly blond hair, blue eyes, was about six feet tall, and was dressed in black and red armor, which was just a breastplate and hip guards, as well as a pair of gauntlets and boots. His slightly baggy body suit left his arms bare, but extended down to his boots. His armor had a built in scabbard for a simple broadsword, reminiscent of the sword Trunks had carried.
"That would be Donovan, the only human in Team 12."
"Hah. Talk about puny."
Donovan's eyes snapped to the Caprian that had spoken, while the other renegades laughed again.
Donovan had two things to single him out. One was that he was human. The other was that he didn't have muscles bulging every which way. Donovan was still muscular, but it wasn't on the same level as the rest of the fighters.
"Try me ugly, and you'll see that size has nothing to do with power."
The Caprian bristled, but didn't attack. The Tolstoy who had given all the information walked up to the Caprian's side.
The Tostoy's movement sent a silent alarm ringing in every warrior's head, and they mentally prepared themselves, picking their targets. Silence reigned, and a standoff occurred, each side glaring at each other.
A tumbleweed blew by...
...And Caular drew up his right hand, and sent the energy attack he had caught right at the group of renegades.
:Author's notes:
Phew. First chapter done. I'm sorry for the shaudy writing, and long wait, but my muse isn't truly centered on this story. I was close to letting it die when I reread what few reviews I had gotten, and decided to continue the story. It still took to long to write though, and now that summer's approaching, I hope to write it more often.
Till I get the next chapter done.
The Empire of Kadar was incredibly vast, encompassing well over a million worlds, and growing every day. The army of this Empire was both incredibly vast, and powerful.
The reason that this Empire was so powerful and vast, and growing each day, was because the one being who had brought it all together, and was determined to bring as much as he could together under his rule.
Unlike some beings that had tried to rule the universe, Kadar was vastly different. Most people were stunned when they realized it, after the Empire had conquered their planet.
The truth of it all was that Kadar was a GOOD ruler. He was just, and fair, he listened to those he conquered about what they needed, and he did his best to make life better for all of those under his rule. And he succeeded admirably. In a few years after conquering a planet, the people of that planet noticed a great increase to their lifestyles. Planets that were turned into wastelands were restored, and planets running low on resources were rejuvenated.
The universe simply flourished under Kadar's rule.
However, there was a problem that arose. Some members of the Empire's army were corrupted by the power they had gained in the Empire's training camps. These members went renegade, and looted, and destroyed, among other things.
For years, the Empire had trouble with these small uprising's, the army not suited to put down small units like that.
Eventually, Kadar had ordered another branch of the military created, this one composed of small units, much better suited to the kind of combat that would arise when soldiers went renegade.
Since the creation of this new branch, the damage caused by these renegade soldiers dropped dramatically.
However, as if to counteract this, there seem to be more soldiers going renegade everyday, giving the new branch plenty of work to do. So far, they've managed to keep up.
In hopes of predicting a few new movements of renegades, a team has been dispatched to a quadrant that is expected to become a hotbed of renegade activity, where they will meet up with the other team already in that quadrant.
:An Empire Special Forces space ship, in the Sol Quadrant:
He pushed himself off the ground with one hand, his other placed behind his back. Sweat poured off of his forehead from exertion as he kept his energy to a minimum. After doing several more push ups, he relaxed, lying on the floor of his quarters for a moment, catching his breath. He finally stood up, and walked over to the life support controls for his room.
He reached out and punched in a command, and the computer gave a beep that it was ready. After a moment, he pressed another key on the pad, and the gravity of the room nearly doubled, increasing to a hundred times ENG, or Earth Normal Gravity. He felt the immense weight of the very air press down onto his shoulders as he increased his energy to compensate. He walked to the center of his room to help his body adjust to the new gravity, and once there, he fell into a combat stance that he had been taught to use from his mentor; Crouched down, feet shoulder width apart, right arm extended, crooked at a 135 degree angle, his left arm at his hip, crooked at a 90 degree angle.
After closing his eyes and focusing for a moment, he snapped open his eyes and started shadow boxing. At first his punches were slow and weak, but they soon increased in speed and power. As he reached a certain point, he started kicking as well, at a slow speed and strength level, while keeping his punches flying as before. His kicks became faster and stronger, and soon, his kicks were just as fast and strong as his punches. He then increased his energy, and took it to the next level, moving faster and faster.
After about ten minutes, his pace had increased to the point where a single blow would turn rocks into rubble, and moving at a rate where by the time an ordinary human had thrown a single punch, he would've thrown nearly a hundred. And still, he increased his pace, his face covered by a fine sheen of sweat. Finally, he powered up all of his energy and sent it shooting through his muscles, increasing his power and speed to his max.
And now the real test he set himself every morning: How long could he keep it up.
On another part of the ship, two aliens, one with teal skin, and light green hair, the other with green skin, bald, and with pointy ears, watched a screen showing the young mans work out.
"He's improved quite a bit."
"Yes. His power level's raised dramatically."
"How high was it when he joined our team?"
"73,462."
"And now?"
"115,714."
"Impressive. And that's not even all of his strength thanks to 'that'. Any idea how far he can take it?"
"Last time, I believed it was to the seventh level without straining his body too much."
The being with teal skin smiled.
"Well, by now, he'll be able to take to a higher level, I suspect. It really is rather amazing."
The green skinned alien reached out and tapped the screen. It zoomed in on the young man's face, throwing his determined expression into sharp relief.
"What is, the strength he has, or the fact that he's managed to keep 'that' a secret from the others for so long?"
"Both, my Namekian friend, both."
Finally he started to slow down, his body giving up under the pace, and the pressure. After nearly an hour of fighting at his max in 100 ENG, he started to weaken. He noticed, but kept going until he reached a certain point. Finally, he reached the point he was looking for, where his body was noticeably weakened, before stopping.
After standing there gasping for air, he began his cool-down exercises and stretches. Once they were done, he verbally ordered the gravity back to ENG.
"Computer, set gravity back to Earth normal."
With a beep, the pressure suddenly vanished. The young man let out a relieved breath before heading over to the pad with buttons. After pressing several buttons, there were a few beeps, and the room started to change. The first thing that happened was only noticeable for a second. The walls of the square room wavered, as if viewed through a heat wave. After a moment, it vanished, and the room began to change in earnest. Several places around the room, the floor rose or slid aside, revealing all the necessary living requirements. A bed, shower, closet, and several other things were all revealed as the floor tiles either slid aside, or rose up to touch the ceiling.
He walked over to a shower in the corner, and stepped in, activating the force fields as he turned the water on to a nearly scalding temperature. After several minutes of the water running over him, he stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. Thanks to the healing properties of the water, he was fully recovered from his workout, something that would normally take several hours to achieve.
Once he was dry, he tossed the towel to the floor, and reached into his closet, pulling out his uniform, armor, and weapon of choice. Most of it, he left lying on the bed, but he pulled the pants of his uniform on. They were black, and were a little loose, not quite baggy, giving freedom of movement, but not revealing every little detail about his lower half, like the skintight versions. Once his pants were on, he spoke again.
"Computer, lights off."
With another beep, the lights of the room died, leaving him in almost total darkness. He used what light he had to move to the only window his room on the ship had.
The endless expanse of space greeted him, the view of the stars unobstructed by the atmospheres of planets.
The view, as always, took his breath away.
But that was nothing compared to the main event.
The ships slow rotation brought the planet that they would be staying at into view, and he gasped as he saw his home from space for the first time.
He had seen several planets from space, but none seemed to be able to match the one floating below; Mainly blue, with pieces of green and brown, all with an overlay of white.
His appreciation of the planet was cut off when the intercom to his quarters buzzed and a voice echoed around his room, filled with contempt to the point that not even the speakers could drown it all out.
"Time to wake up, and meet up on the bridge. Move it, human."
With a sigh, he moved away from the view, toward his gear on the bed. Once he was clothed, armed, and armored, he left, opening his door. But before he stepped over the threshold and let it close, he took one last look over his shoulder. His eyes looked through the window for another glimpse of the planet he had wanted to come to for the last three years. His home, Earth.
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The commander of Earth's Security Forces was an old, balding, and going to seed Zantrilian. A once handsome gray skinned alien with four arms, he now had only three, one somehow lost. His skin, once a dark gray, and smooth, like a rock left underwater for a long period of time. Now, the skin was pale, with several marks of age upon it. The alien's armor, a white and blue affair, now stretched over his ample belly. He was rather hard on the eyes, overall, but his character and spirit hadn't dimmed with age in the least, leaving behind a noble heart, or hearts since Zantrillians had three, a good sense of humor, and an excellent commander. He was well liked by the troops, as well as the general populace as the being who delivered Kadar's justice.
At the moment, the Commander was standing at the gateway leading out onto the landing pad, waiting for the Special Forces ship to land. He was impatiently striding back and forth, his three arms clasped behind him. There was a sudden roar, and a shudder ran through the ground, signaling that the ship had just landed. The Commander strode out onto the landing pad before it had a chance to cool off and become safe. He ignored the intense heat by powering up slightly, surrounding his body in a cocoon of energy.
While the Commander was in a rare enough mood to ignore the safety rules, the soldier's aboard the ship were not, staying inside until there ship gave the green light that the landing pad was safe. They then dropped the loading ramp and disembarked.
The Commander was glad to see that the seven soldiers' were dressed in their armor. He nodded at the man in the lead, a saiyan of rather large stature, topping eight feet. His black hair, like all Saiyans, shot in every direction, and his uniform was composed of white and tan armor, with shoulder, hip, and crotch guards, and a red body suit. A badge decorated the breastplate of the saiyans armor. The Commander started speaking before the saiyan and his soldier's came to a complete stop.
"I'm afraid we have no time for pleasantries, Lieutenant. A situation has arisen, just as your ship entered the Sol system, three hours ago. A group of ten soldiers went renegade, and have attacked a small town, turning it to rubble. We don't know about any survivors of the town, though we have people there as we speak. But the renegade's have left the town, and destroyed two others, and are en-route to a third. We need your team to intercept them and take them out. Now."
The Commander's tone left no room for argument, stalling any questions. The saiyan nodded, and the Commander handed over a data disc, which the saiyan plugged into his scouter. The device beeped for a moment, then stopped, and the saiyan pressed the scouter's button, transmitting the data to the rest of his team.
Then Special Forces team 12 powered up, blue aura's bursting into existence around them all, and blasted into the air. The Commander watched them until they were out of site, and then walked back inside, heading for the command center of the base.
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In the air, team 12 held a conference, shouting back and forth over the wind.
"Something's seriously fishy here. The only data he gave us is their current location, not any data on the renegade's themselves, except for how many there are."
The current speaker was the teal skinned being, quite muscular, dressed in white armor, complete with shoulder guards, baggy white pants, and white boots. His name was Zafar, and he was a descendant of Freiza's henchman, Zarbon. He had the same green hair, same teal skinned handsome face with the exception of the nose, which was a bit more arched, and the eyes, more slanted than Zarbon's. Zafar glanced at the alien flying next to him, a Namek wearing a dark purple body suit and white armor, also with a cape. The Namek's green and orange arms were crossed, the large muscles, common to Namek's, relaxed.
"If he didn't tell us something, he had a reason. Perhaps someone in this team knows one of the renegades."
Silence reigned as everyone absorbed that thought, still heading for the renegade's.
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The town of Northwing was on a state of general alert, having received word of renegades heading their way. The people had immediately headed for the safety bunker, sealing the door, leaving the town above ground empty. At the moment, the people were huddling about inside the bunker, knowing that with each second the renegades grew closer.
If they knew that the renegades were no longer drawing closer, but were actually on a hill overlooking the town, the people of Northwing would've gone into a full-blown panic.
"I get to destroy this town."
"What?! Why do you get this town?"
"Because the rest of you took the last three while I was off flying reconnaissance."
"...But It's no fun the way you destroy stuff..."
The first alien raised his left hand, fingers flat, palm out, facing the town below.
"Tough."
Energy began to gather, crackling around the alien's hand. Soon a ball of energy roughly the size of a basketball had formed, blue, but with a tinge of green around the outside. The muscles in the alien's face became taut, and his mouth opened wide with a "HA!"
The ball of energy shot from the alien's hand, shooting for the city.
The ten aliens watched the ball fly toward the city with poorly hidden excitement. This would be the fourth town that they had destroyed. One more, and they could finally leave this worthless rock.
The aliens' excitement was cut off when there was a flicker, and the energy ball suddenly stopped. There was a combined growl of displeasure from the aliens' as they studied the newcomer, who calmly held the energy blast in his right hand.
He was tall, topping eight feet, with long, spiked black hair, wearing the badge of a captain of a renegade hunting squad, the badge situated on the breast plate of his white and tan armor. His red body suit was the exact color of human blood. A tail snapped every which way behind him, displaying his anger and agitation, though his face was calm.
"Of all the people I expected to go renegade, you guys were never among them."
The ten aliens didn't even seem to notice that the saiyan had spoken. They just glared at him. The saiyan glared right back, looking over them all.
(Hmm...Two Caprians, one Namek, three Tolstoys, and three Yubans...)
The aliens were humanoid, wearing various forms of armor and clothes. The Caprians, in all their purple horned glory, were an ugly people, in the saiyan's opinion. They looked mostly human, with five fingers, but they were bald, with horns, and veins showing all over their heads. Of the same race as Captain Ginyu, Caprians had joined the Kadar Empire when it was first on the rise.
Nameks. Now there was a great race. Not as powerful as the Saiyan race, but close enough to warrant respect. And there was that interesting regeneration ability of theirs... This Namek was dressed similarly to the Namek on the Saiyan's team, with a purple body suit, whit armor and a white cape.
Tolstoys. Short, red skin, and white hair. The race as a whole was fairly handsome by most standards, if only average in strength. And last but not least, Yubans. Another ugly race, with purple skin complete with blotches of yellow, with the back of the head extending nearly a foot and a half behind them, they were rather weak, with a power level generally around ten thousand or so.
(There's nine of them...where's the captain?)
As if reading his thoughts, a voice sounded behind the alien group, and the aliens parted, allowing another figure forward.
"Stop fidgeting Caular. I'm right here, enjoying the view."
The new alien wore a set of armor and clothes similar to the Caular's own, only the body suit was black instead of red. A badge even decorated his armor in the exact same spot that one decorated Caular's armor. The alien was about seven feet tall, and looked remarkably similar to a saiyan. His skin was a bit darker, his hair brown, and he had horns instead of a tail, but the skeletal structure was remarkably similar.
"It's been a while Caular."
Caular glared at the alien in front of him.
"What are you doing Dram?! You, of all people, going renegade?!"
Dram merely shrugged.
"Ah Caular. I don't know how to explain it...Let's just say I had an epiphany. But you must laugh at the irony! A renegade hunter team, going renegade!"
"So that's why he didn't give us any more info other than your location."
Both captains's looked to the left to see Zafar floating about three feet in the air, the Namek to his left, and a female Saiyan to his right. Zafar didn't need to look to know that the two Nameks were exchanging glares, or that the Saiyan on his right was looking over the renegades with a hungry grin.
Dram and the other renegades then looked to thier right and saw another two fighters. Dram then looked over his shoulder and spoke to one of the Tolstoys. The same Tolstoy who had launched the energy blast that Caular was now holding.
"What information did you get on your reconnaissance?"
The Tolstoy glanced around, matching information with faces.
"Team 12. Consists of two Saiyans, one Namek, one Zarek, two Altraks, and one Human."
The Tolstoy's voice sneered at the last word.
"The two saiyans are Caular, the team leader, and Letta, the only female team member. As expected, they're both powerful, and vicious in a fight. Caular is the most powerful on their team, while Letta's strength is unknown."
The renegades looked as one at Letta, studying her. She stood at about six feet tall, and had tied her black, wild hair into a braid to keep it out of her face when she fought. Her armor consisted of merely a breastplate, and her uniform was a pair of gloves and boots, and her body suit left her arms and legs bare. Her tail was wrapped around her waist. The entire outfit was black, matching her hair.
"The Namek is Daimon, born and raised on the battlefield some say. His power is also unknown, except he also acts as a healer."
Daimon was still glaring at the renegade Namek, who was still glaring right back. The other renegades decided to let those two duke it out once the fight started.
"The Zarek is Zafar, a descendant of Zarbon. His exact power level is unknown, but he's rumored to be close to Caular in strength."
The renegades looked at Zafar, taking in his handsome face, and relaxed posture. Zafar looked more like he was at a state dinner than in a soon-to-be battlefield.
"The Altraks are Mortlek and Mortlem. Twins as would be expected. Nothing more than that is known."
The two Altraks stood side by side, to the renegades' right. They each had golden hair, and silver skin. Mortlek had his hair long, and drawn back in a ponytail, and was wearing a set of armor that was just the breastplate and the shoulder guards, while his body suit was a skintight dark gray. Mortlem had his hair cut short, with an outfit identical to Mortlek, only with a dark blue body suit.
"And it would seem that Team 12's human has run away. Poor, weak creature, must be hiding somewhere."
The renegades laughed at the Tolstoy's words. None of them thought to look behind them.
"You got a problem with humans?"
The renegade's laughter died, and they turned to look behind them for the first time. Standing alone was the human of Team 12. He had unruly blond hair, blue eyes, was about six feet tall, and was dressed in black and red armor, which was just a breastplate and hip guards, as well as a pair of gauntlets and boots. His slightly baggy body suit left his arms bare, but extended down to his boots. His armor had a built in scabbard for a simple broadsword, reminiscent of the sword Trunks had carried.
"That would be Donovan, the only human in Team 12."
"Hah. Talk about puny."
Donovan's eyes snapped to the Caprian that had spoken, while the other renegades laughed again.
Donovan had two things to single him out. One was that he was human. The other was that he didn't have muscles bulging every which way. Donovan was still muscular, but it wasn't on the same level as the rest of the fighters.
"Try me ugly, and you'll see that size has nothing to do with power."
The Caprian bristled, but didn't attack. The Tolstoy who had given all the information walked up to the Caprian's side.
The Tostoy's movement sent a silent alarm ringing in every warrior's head, and they mentally prepared themselves, picking their targets. Silence reigned, and a standoff occurred, each side glaring at each other.
A tumbleweed blew by...
...And Caular drew up his right hand, and sent the energy attack he had caught right at the group of renegades.
:Author's notes:
Phew. First chapter done. I'm sorry for the shaudy writing, and long wait, but my muse isn't truly centered on this story. I was close to letting it die when I reread what few reviews I had gotten, and decided to continue the story. It still took to long to write though, and now that summer's approaching, I hope to write it more often.
Till I get the next chapter done.