Chapter 3: Red Faction - Necessary Changes
3 mouths after the Battle of Two Saiyans...
Rouge, face drenched with sweat, leaded up against the near wall. The renegade soldier got what he always wanted: A chance to fight against a Super Saiyan!
The only thing was, it wasn't the Super Saiyan he was expecting. Who knew more then one could exist at one time?
Sworn to secrecy and all that stuffy bs, Rouge knew he couldn't talk about anything he just witnessed or experienced. This was fine, as long as he could keep fighting against that legendary figure to his heart's content.
Rouge had no problems keeping Riddic's secret training under wraps, only that he keep being called in to help out with the mock battles.
Seeing as he was the strongest non-Saiyan member of Red Faction up to date, this was a easy term to agree too.
"That...was a blast!..." Rouge stated, voice portraying his exhaustion. He tilted his head up, whipping the sweat off his forehead with an arm. "Most fun...I had...in years!"
As the man took a deep breath, he turned his gaze towards the sound of approaching footsteps.
Of all the individuals, it was Captain Drak whom was approaching the renegade. Though he could simply be choosing to travel this way to find Lord Riddic, even though there were a few better routes.
Who knows? This might be one of those change of pace decisions.
That theory came into question when the demon came to a stop before Rouge.
"Has your taste for combat been satisfied for the time being?" The administrative brain behind Red Faction asked in his typical no nonsense tone.
Rouge let out a short, exhausted laugh. "For quite awhile I say." He smirked, lowering his head to face Drak. "Never had so much fun in...well as far as I remember."
"Good to hear. I'm sure Lord Riddic appreciates you assistance in this new project." Captain Drak said, abiding with their huss-huss orders as Rouge would call them despite the secured area.
"When it comes to fighting strong opponents, I'm always down." Rouge said, letting out one last breath as he finally caught his breath.
"Indeed." Captain Drak replied, crossed his arms behind his back. "On that matter, I have a new proposal that I would like to run by you."
Rouge rose his eyebrow. "Advice on policy? Really?"
"I plan on raising the fighting level standard for all soldiers of Red Faction." Captain Drak began, not even remotely humoring the loose cannon's grievances. "Going over the current situation on various fronts, it shows how our foes have effectively kept us at bay with guerilla warfare."
"These tactics have proven costly, resulting in heavy casualties. Casualties we are struggling to replace with adequate fighting strength. Thus, we too must adapt and evolve." Captain Drak brought one of his fist up to his chest.
"The first step is to raise the potential of all our fighters. The old PTO had set a power level scale of 10,000 as the mark of an elite. I believe we must raise our standards, where the power level of all active soldiers are at a minimum of 10,000, the elite mark can be decided at a later date. Only then will we have the means to start to change the ever encroaching stalemate we're beginning to see across multiple fronts."
Rouge crossed his arms. "That'll take a lot of time and effort. Plus, won't putting such a system in place leave the front lines dangerously understaffed?"
"There are a several legions that have half to a fourth of their numbers reaching the bare minimum goal, but yes if we were to attempt to train every underpowered soldier at once this would be the case." Drak answered, moving his hand behind his back once more.
"Which is why we will remove no more than 3 Legions to maintain our current hold upon the territory we have claimed thus far and stabilized our front. The number may grow as time progresses, however this will be giving Commander Ledgic exactly what he wants, the addition of time, however it is a risk we must take for better quality over quantity. Besides, we can finally install more sturdy defenses now that we'll be holding our ground."
Rouge nodded his head. "Simple enough. If you big shots can get it all figured out logistic wise or whatever how to do this without screwing us all over I see no probs. Hell I can help train those already at 10,000 to even greater heights! Any weaker and they might die on me."
"While I appreciate the offer, more qualified instructors have already been selected for such a task." The captain quickly shot down Rouge's idea.
"However, seeing as your only occupation these days are either babysitting or otherwise classified tasks, should I acquire a task to be completed in an unorthodox manner, you shall be among the 1st I keep in mind."
"Wait, really?" Rouge asked, a wide smile formed on his face. "Hell yeah Drak! Babysitting Broly is fun and all, but I barely seen any combat since I joined you guys! Sure, that was the same when I was with Frieza but still it gets old quick you know?"
"I understand completely." The demon quickly flashed a rare smile. He moved forward, heading the way Rouge came from several minutes prior.
"In fact, I plan on organizing an irregular unit to be deployed on all manner of...interesting missions. Simply because the legions will be switching to the defensive, doesn't mean that we shall leave the PTO unmolested. We'll need an offensive option, one that isn't exclusively to be used against one foe either. We've been lucky with any sort of enemy action behind our lines, but who's to say some opportunists won't take advantage of this change."
"Once my proposal has been passed onto Lord Riddic and well underway, I shall handle that matter personally. Do be patient a little longer."
"I'll hold you to that!" Rouge called out to the passing Drak. "Take too long and I'll start making a mess of things!"
Drak held up one finger as he kept his pace. "One year. Grant me one year and you will be sent into the field under this new initiative. Until then, do your best to reach new levels of strength. There are various individuals out there that are quite stronger than you ever though possible, and they are increasing the gap at a drastic pace."
Rouge blinked a few times, letting out a low curse. The demon was right, but also didn't mention those closing in on him. Legion Commanders, Saiyans, and who knows what out there in the unknown?
While fighting a Super Saiyan was an ideal work out to put him though his pace, Rouge knew he didn't even come close to a warm up. Only when the Saiyan was in normal state he held the advantage, but how long would that last?
Thus the renegade soldier decided to resume his training, and not his usual bs that kept him up to his current best. No, his old hard core nearly life ending routine that helped him become who he is now.
And who's to say he can't ask a pair of locally available Super Saiyans to give him a hand?
Age 740. Three years after the Fall of New Arcose...
Explosions rocked the skies of the designated zone reserved for the secret training regiment -an isolated area designated unfit for any sort of development on the near opposite side of the capital city-.
Various ki blasts chased after a single target in the sky.
Rouge continued to blast away, laughing as he went. His opponent was the leader of the disbanded 36th Legion: Bardock.
The later had jumped leaps and bounds in the previous year, reaching a level far beyond the old Rouge's power level at his base form. Ever since Riddic's breakthrough idea, Bardock had quickly ascended to the 2nd strongest fighter in all of Red Faction.
While Rouge didn't exactly like being moved down a rank, this meant that there was another strong opponent to fight!
Bardock looped around the ki valley, easily avoiding every blast like it was a simple matter of running.
"COME AT ME LIKE YOU MEAN TO KILL ME!" Rouge -the very individual launching waves of energy blasts- yelled to his sparing partner. "THIS WON'T COUNT AS PROGRESS UNLESS YOU BRING ME TO THE BRINK OF DEATH!"
"Others will think your a Saiyan saying stuff like that." Bardock replied, at a volume that Rouge definitely could not hear.
Regardless, the Saiyan complied surrounding himself in a blue aura of ki and charged fists first towards the renegade warrior.
Rouge laughed as he continued his relentless energy barrage, each individual blast exploding harmlessly off Bardock's aura.
In a matter of moments, the Saiyan crashed into Rouge's chest. The two crashing dozens of feet into the earth. Light flashed in the darkness of the newly formed hole, the ground shook with the intensity of each blow from these fierce fighters.
Gradually, the flashes grew closer, the clashing of thunder came closer, and finally -after an ample stretch of time for the dramatic flare- Bardock and Rouge emerged slowly into the light fully locked in combat.
"You're really came a long way Bardock!" Rouge said, dodging a fist aimed at his face. "Hard to believe you came this far in only a year!"
"Between your crazy antics and Riddic's world changing ideas, it's little wonder why I reached these new heights." Bardock replied as be blocked the current blow coming his way.
Rouge let out a stark laugh. "Yeah, though it was more of a make or break effort."
The two clashed fist against fist, a very thunder like sound echoed out for miles.
They kept their fist locked, smirking at one another for several long moments. These two warriors where fully enjoying this battle; training though it maybe.
It was something those that truly live in combat thrive on.
And it was something that was soon interrupted by the unwelcomed beeping of Bardock's Scouter.
They both let out a curse, knowing that this all but meant that their sparing session was over. "Just when it was getting fun!" Rouge bellied.
With a grunt, Bardock brought his hand up, pressing the single button upon the Scouter and answered the incoming call.
"This is Bardock..." He trailed off as whomever on the other end began to speak.
The Saiyan let out simple replies when it was appropriate, such as affirmative grunts and the simple "yes" or "I see".
Rouge had his hand behind his head, casually drifting with his legs crossed as the Saiyan had his phone call.
A few more minutes passed before Bardock returned his attention to the man before him. "We have new orders." He starts with, knowing that would instantly catch Rouge's attention.
The humanoid threw down his arms, a big smile on his face. "Any details? Big battlefield open up on the front that needs closing?"
"Some suspicious movements by the Planet Trade in some far off sector, might be a build up to a major offensive or a decoy assault." Bardock answers. "They want me on standby just in case to respond to either possibility."
Rouge raised an eyebrow. "Just you?"
Bardock nods. "Captain Drak has requested you personally 3 hours from now, says you'll know what's its about."
Rouge's eyes sparkled with glee. "Just when I thought that old man forgotten about his promise to me! He kept me waiting till the last minute though but goddamn this is gonna be frecken good!"
Training against strong opponents, though absolutely fun, tends to get trivial if its all one does. Too much of the same thing over and over again regardless of how fun it might be tends to get dull as time goes on.
After a year, a change of pace is necessary.
"Alright Drak, lets see what type of job you got lined up for me!" Rouge shouted, throwing his fist into the air with growing anticipation.
Several hours later...
" -with these numbers, our new policy is progressing along our more optimistic levels." A staff officer reported to the demon captain.
"Out of the 117 Legions we have organized, 45 have every individual member at the minimal level of 10,000. Several dozen of these have excelled far beyond this goal and now have been designated Elite according to our new standards." Another officer adds, reading off a tablet like device.
"The Bloody 99th, lead by the Saiyan Roy is an example of the later, despite their heavy casualty rate."
Captain Drak nodded. "It isn't a surprise that a legion thrown together with every battle crazy nut and overly enthusiastic warrior we can fit into a 10k member formation would have such mixed yet impressive results. Roy has preformed a fantastic job leading those blood thirsty savages as their CO."
For all but in name, the 99th was a penal legion.
Its ranks filled with criminals, barely controllable individuals, and other morally questionable soldiers. Given their recent numbers are more under the category of former; freed prisoners from the various liberated prison worlds the PTO had run, it helped keep the Galactic Patrol from constantly whining about the consequences of their actions.
Honestly, it was something of a miracle that Roy managed to keep them from revolting or simply turning to mob rule. Then again, the latter reason is why they are thrown into the thickest of fighting.
"Lord Riddic did say his friend had a sort of natural charisma that made others want to follow him." The first staff officer added with a satisfying nod. "It is a pleasure to know that our lord can appoint those that excel in whatever role they are assigned, unlike the usurper Frieza whom filled the ranks mostly with those that bribed him the most or on a whim."
Regardless of whether they were Blizzard loyalists or not, nearly every member of Red Faction refers to the Cold Family for what they are: Usurpers.
"There are currently 10 Legions pulled off the front that are undergoing the new training regiment." The staff officer holding the tablet continued his report. "Most of our front have been replaced with the newly strengthened Legions, while the majority of all other Legions have been pulled back into second line positions."
"The exception being Sector 22, which has a strengthened Legion in a secondary line position while an understrength Legion acts as bait upon the front. Which, according to our reports of enemy movement in that sector, seems to be working as intended."
"However, we cannot ignore the possibility that the enemy is simply allowing us to believe what we desire." Captain Drak cut in. "Given how clever these newly appointed officers these Loyalist Remnants have been raising in the recent year, we need to be on guard and plan for every possible outcome."
"If they are to mount an offensive, Sectors 5, 8, and 12 would make ideal targets."
The aforementioned Sectors where locations garrisoned by their so called allies: planetary governors whom wanted to contribute to the cause by committing a portion of their planetary garrisons. These forces barely registered 2,000 per individual.
Politics. Opportunists whom wanted bragging rights. Proudly saying "We aided Lord Riddic and his Red Faction fight against they remaining fanatics of the Frieza Force!"
Idiocy, the whole lot of it.
However, even the mighty Lord Blizzard could not escape the dreaded world of politics. Though he did make it immensely costly to those that wanted to play the game.
Fortunately, they were relatively quiet sectors of the front as their intelligence predicted.
That would change should Commander Ledgic or any of his newly trained officer corps learn of the quality of these troops. Regardless, countermeasures where set should such that any dreaded attack would be meet with their newly acquired secret weapon assisted by 3 Legions of the new initiative.
"I assume this concludes the reports on the battlefront?" The demon asked, despite already knowing the answer.
"Aside from the usual recon in force the enemy seems keen to launch across several sectors, you are correct sir." A staff officer replies. She held up a data pad, retaining a different form of report.
"Our R&D section have submitted a prototype of a new model of Scouter. Thanks in part to our Arcosian contingent, and Lord Riddic's personal involvement, they can confidently say that the power reading function can now register a fighting power of up to 160 million before shorting out."
"A waste of resources if you ask me." A younger staff officer cut in. "Most of Red Faction has the ability to sense lifeforms."
"Indeed, however some people like to pair a number to what they feel." Captain Drak countered. "Regardless, the Scouters are always first and foremost frontline communication devices. Any other function is, as many humanoids say, icing on the cake."
After this, their meeting went from further developments on space ships finally getting away from the like of the PTO's flying saucers and into a new iconic form. Not that they will stop using such ships as transports/mobile command posts.
Besides, there is a bit of humor in using Frezia's personal ship against his loyalists that was too rich to ignore.
They still haven't properly addressed a new uniform for the members of Red Faction, as many of the new designs were denied by Riddic. As a stop gap, they agreed to a recoloring of the current uniform. Now each non Saiyan member had a field grey set of Battle Armor with the red and orange symbol of Red Faction.
The next points were on logistics and industry, an overview on various civilian developments, mention on some independent planetary governments deciding to cede to Red Faction control, and other various stuffy but important topics to be briefed upon.
Finally the staff officer assigned to head the meeting said the words many were waiting to hear.
"And that concludes this week's report."
Drak nodded, waving his hand to dismiss the collective of officers. It took several hours to get through all that information, and his next appointment was all too likely restless from waiting.
The captain pressed a button on the -for all intensive purposes a phone- before him, connecting to a secretary overseeing the waiting lobby outside this meeting room.
"You may send him in." Drak simply commanded, taking his finger off once the last word left his mouth.
A few moments later, the highly unnecessary, forcibly heavy steps of his next appointment rushed down the hall.
The door flew open with a kick, knocking it off the hinges. Captain Drak let out a sigh. "How was kicking down my door a necessary action, Rouge?"
"When you got me waiting around for a freaken extra hour then you told me?!" Rouge said in a tone a pissed as it was ecstatic. "Yeah, I say it was necessary!"
"Apologies for the wait, this week's report was longer than anticipated. Nothing could be done on my end to accelerate the process." Captain Drak replied, keeping his composure. "As promised, I finally have an assignment worth of your talents."
Rouge crossed his arms, leaning back as a big old smile formed on his face. "About time you got your ass in gear to get my ass in gear! Hahaha!"
Drak ignored the comment. He stood up, walking to the other end of the room. He pressed a button, activating the monitor he walked up to. A 2D image of the Northern Galaxy appeared, highlighted in red, purple, green, yellow, and other colors to represent the various factions' territories.
"We are preparing for what seems to be a counterattack from the PTO along Sector 22, as per troop movement gained from our intelligence network." The demon explained, pointing at the aforementioned sector. "This could be a diversion, and as such countermeasures have been employed."
Captain Drak turned his head toward Rouge. "As our focus is needed upon the front, we can ill afford any distractions. Unfortunately, one rather concerning distraction has arisen."
The demon returned his focus toward the map. "We've learned that the largest prison complex under Galactic Patrols jurisdiction has been making subtle, yet concerning movements."
Rouge tipped his head. "Oh? So I'll be cleaning up the Galactic Patrols' mess?"
"Their mess could become our mess if left to its own devices." The captain replied. "We have reason to believe that this disturbance could have been influenced by some of the former PTO prisoners our initial uprisings have freed."
"When we learnt of these rather suspicious movements, through a brief incident with an auxiliary patrol unit of all things, and have obtained an informant. Thanks to the information gained from this new asset, our intelligence network noticed a peculiar pattern from various transports over the past year."
"When we approached the Galactic Patrol after confirming all we could on our end, they were quite shocked that such a massive breech had occur under their noises."
"What we know is that massive amounts of prisoners have been gradually rerouted to this particular prison over the course of the last year; designated Galactic Prison Prime. These prisoners are mostly the worst of the worst, real scum who if under PTO jurisdiction would've been incorporated into the ranks or executed without a second thought."
"We do not know what the reason for these various transfers nor the purpose behind gathering them all in one place. If such a collection of prisoners where to be unleashed into the galaxy, the havoc causes would cause unprecedented chaos at a most inappropriate time."
Captain Drak crossed his arms behind his back before continuing. "Due to this possibility, it isn't out of the question that this could be a distraction orchestrated by Commander Ledgic or one of his officers."
"Which is why I'm being sent." Rouge concluded. "To find out what the hell's going on and beat the shit out of anyone stupid enough to stop me."
"Essentially, yes." The demon confirmed with a nod, turning his head over his shoulder.
"You, and one other, shall travel to the prison, undercover as prisoners with fabricated, full proof backgrounds, link up with our asset and find out what the hell is going on. You are to find out who is behind this incident, and any other information that can prove useful before a strike instigated by the full force of the Galactic Patrol is launched to regain control of the renegade facility."
"So in the end, the Galactic Patrol will clean up their own mess?" Rouge smirked. "If they're assuming the whole place is compromised enough to warrant a full assault, why the hell get us involved then?"
"Simple really." Drak answered, turning his body around to face the renegade soldier. "We will get the Galactic Patrol to owe us a favor. That is more then enough to make this worthwhile."
"In addition, if my suspicion that this is an act orchestrated by Ledgic, then that would mean we are not secure in the rear. If this is the case, drastic changes must be made. That is a worry for when you discover the truth behind this, which is the prime underline. We need to know what the cause of this disturbance is. If it is not the Loyalists acting up behind our lines, we must identify who is and isolate the problem as quickly as possible."
"This will be a joint operation with the Galactic Patrol. While they will be providing the bulk of the forces in play, we have tactical command despite many arguing that this is an internal affair. Our counter to this is that if not for our efforts, they would have never found their largest prison has been compromised until it was too late. They withdrew their complains soon after."
Drak added the last bit with a slim smile. Rouge let out a laugh. "Bout time someone showed those pompous windbags that they're all talk." He added.
Captain Drak closed his eyes.
"There will be many changes coming, including a separation of military from planetary governors with the instillation of Commandants, whom will be in charge of several legions and Generals, whom will oversee a minimal of 3 sectors."
"For too long the Planet Trade under the Cold Family has regulated military with politicians. Rare does a member see the rank of Captain or Commander status, everything higher in the chain are governors whom are more concerned with their personal benefit then the grand design."
Drak opened his eyes. "Frieza was a paranoid fool who took steps to sabotage his own empire in fear of open rebellion on a massive scale. Military affairs and politics should and will remain separate within Red Faction. So help me Kais, I will personally forge the way with my own two hands."
Rouge nodded, politics and paranoid thoughts were what prevented him from being utilized in the field by his superiors. Only during dire situations would he be put into the field. Politics dictating military operations were an abomination. In this, the renegade fully agreed.
"I told you that I intended to form an irregular unit that shall undergo various missions such as the one you find yourself upon now." The captain continued. "While there is no official formation as of yet, this mission will be the infancy of said unit with you as its headliner."
"Cool, does that mean I'm in charge?" Rouge asked, half jokingly.
Drak let out a laugh. "Not on your life. The nature of this unit will be highly independent mind you, but I'd be as foolish as Frieza to leave you in command."
"Hey, you never know. Maybe I'll have what it takes to lead." Rouge somehow said with a straight face.
"That, is exactly what concerns me." Drak replied. "No, you will be the 1st official member. A senior among all others, but you will not be in command. Perhaps...Bardock would be a reasonable choice..."
"Bardock huh?" Rouge tilted his head again. "I wouldn't mind working under him. Hell I like the guy, but you sure you'd trust him after that balls up battle at Todocama?"
"I think that was a case of too much too soon." Drak replied. "Bardock is a brilliant leader, yet his only experience is in leading a four-unit squad. Jumping from commanding a squad to a full legion is too much to handle. The intended size of this unit will be much easier to handle with much more freedom."
"That said, he isn't the only officer choice available. He is the most likely at this point."
Captain Drak let that sink in for a few moments before adding. "Any questions?"
"Yeah, when the hell do I go?" Rouge rubbed his hands together, itching to get back into the fight.
Galactic Prison Prime, 3 days later...
The last expected transport containing the final prisoners transferred to here, The Galactic Prison Prime, finally arrived.
It was expected to take several years to finalize this entire operation without raising suspicion, The Warden with his authority and owed favors accelerated the process drastically to a single year.
The faster judgment could be delivered to these villains, the better.
The Warden watched the live feed projected on the viewport (window) of his office, watching the last of the scum offload from the simply designed shuttle.
The last two where a member of a purple alien race that the tyrant Frieza all but destroyed several decades ago and a humanoid male with aqua-green hair mostly covered by a headband or wrapped in a pony tail.
These where the only two that haven't arrived in the typical Galactic Patrol Prisoner Uniform and, while the following events will allow all the prisoners to regain the attire they were arrested in, found that rather odd.
He focused on the two, and the system responded by bringing up their profiles. Arrested for smuggling of Type 5 rated materials was the first thing he noticed.
Type 4 material was enough to get a life sentence. Type 5 material, well you'd be lucky to get a firing squad.
How absolutely foolish to smuggle such a dangerous set of materials. The Warden would normally follow procedure, interrogate the pair onto how they came across such dangerous material and notify the proper channels to organize a raid to confiscate the source.
He wouldn't do that now, not with the current festivities in store.
No these two will be spared that displeasure and instead receive either freedom or swift retribution for their deeds.
The Warden found out the reason why the two weren't in prison uniforms; seems they were captured in route by a local patrol and quickly handed off to the prison transport. This also serves to explain why the shuttle was delayed by a whole 20 minutes.
The Warden motioned the screen off with the swipe of his left hand, turning around in tune with his office door opening. A subordinate prison guard saluted the man, taking three steps inside before holding the state of attention.
"Has our guest of honor arrived?" The Warden asked with a smile.
The prison guard nodded. "Yessir, Warlord Surge has entered Dock 4 and is being moved to the guest quarters."
The Warden closed his eyes. "Guess its time. Best get ready." He said, waving his subordinate to leave.
The Warden walked over to a full scale mirror as the door closed, gazing at his appearance. The Warden was a tall humanoid male standing at an even 6ft tall with a body defined by muscle, but not overly bulky to weight him down.
As a member of the Galactic Patrol, as were all his subordinates upon this station, he wore the typical uniform of a Galactic Patrolmen.
There was a time he wore this uniform with pride, now it was a reminder of what needed to be done to restore the scales of justice.
He felt the scrub of hair on his chin, barely enough to be considered little more than 5 o'clock shadow. Then, he looked to his short, black hair parted behind his ears (with the exception of a few strands that hung before both ears).
The Warden turned his face to his left, then right, before nodding with a smile. He looked as professional as he could, given the upcoming events.
A year ago, he came into contact with a green skinned humanoid who refereed to himself as "Appleton".
This man came to him with an offer; to transfer as discreetly as possible a list of the most dangerous prisoners in Galactic Patrol custody to his prison and to use the location as the host to a death tournament of sorts as a means of recruiting a selection of these scum in exchange for support and an opportunity to regain his lost title.
The Warden agreed under the conditions that he would be aloud to add any prisoners he wanted on the list, to organize this farce into a proper underground tournament, and to participate in the culling.
"Appleton" agreed, informing The Warden that they would send a man to oversee the proceedings and be credited as the man behind the tournament.
Warden agreed soundly, liking the idea that a villain would take the blame for this evil event. However, said event gave The Warden opportunities to deliver justice upon the most deserving of villains. Death was all that awaited those whom he personally engaged, the others will be dealt with sooner or later.
The Warden stretched a little, turning his upper body left and right, cracking his neck, then did a quick leg stretch before slapping his cheeks once and headed towards the door out.
With a cheerful smile, he marched off to begin this long day. The day he finally could bring about some good to the galaxy as a whole. As he stepped out into the hall, he passed by several of his subordinates saluting him as he walked on by.
In a few minutes he reached the central elevator. Floors below, a massive stadium like arena built by this facilities previous owners/creators awaited his arrival. In the stands surrounding the rectangular bit that was soon due to be stained with fresh blood sat various underworld representatives intelligent enough to keep their mouths shut and ate these illegal tournaments up like food and drink.
The Warden gladly took the money off these scum as this would help fund the inevitable capture of all those in attendance. It didn't matter how small their involvement in the underground was or what circumstances lead to their choices: A villain was a villain and would be judged accordingly without remorse.
That said, not every crime deserved the death penalty, just many, many of them did. The next few days would provide a temporary fix to that problem, through his own hands.
He turned around inside the elevator after walking in. The Warden closed his eyes, smiling as he pressed the button that would bring him down to his destination. As the doors began to close, the tall humanoid reopened his eyes.
His smile shifting to a more scary form. One that most would see on villains pleased that everything was going exactly as desired.
Moments before the elevator doors closed, he managed to squeeze in a singular sentence to the open air.
"Let us begin this Galactic Death Tournament."
And thus ends this entry of Dragon Ball Double S and the beginning of the Galactic Prison Arc!
Welcome one and all to our first Tournament in the story!
We have many plans involved in this arc, between expanding the Galactic Patrol and giving you all a view of the diversity of this galaxy and in some cases universe!
Look forward to the around 32 fighters we'll be having from all corners of the Northern Galaxy and beyond!
That said, my current job is sporadic with it hrs. Just when I think I have something stable, they throw a wrench in that by adding something different. Tis hard being the only person that does their job at my level.
Entries to not only this but my other stories have suffered, but I assure you all that unless I die I will not give up on these babies of mine. I simply cannot even remotely give an idea of when the next entry is coming out.
Anyhow, back to the main focus
Its all bout confirmed that Bardock is a Super Saiyan now, and if u haven't figure it out yet this is gonna be an arc with Rouge as the main character. Finally gonna get some development with this man :D
With the members of Red Faction focus drawn to the all but certain counter offensive by the remnants of Frieza's PTO, will Rouge manage to discover who or what is the reason behind this transfer of the worst criminals the Galactic Patrol has to offer? How will Surge judge these criminals as potential recruits for Sub Zero's shadow army? How will The Warden, master of Galactic Prison Prime, carry out his form of justice?
Who will survive? Who will die? Find out, as the Galactic Death Tournament begins next time!