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March 11th, Age 766

The planet Iconia was the former capital planet of the Galactic Federation. The Planet Trade Organization had launched an invasion on the planet six months prior. It was once the pride of the galaxy with stone buildings that were of a Gothic nature, lush green forests, and pure blue oceans. With just half a year of fighting, the oceans were near black, tainted with the ashes of the blackened forests. Only the big government buildings still stood as the other smaller ones and homes were bombed out.

In the opening stages of the invasion, the government body and most of the civilian population were evacuated to planets deeper inside GF territory. Left behind were 3 million troops tasked with defending the planet and ordered to not let the PTO capture it by any means necessary. The rationale was that if it fell, it would be a great blow to morale among the populace.

The Galactic Federation Ground Forces were renowned for their prowess, tactics, and superior fighting equipment. Even with a significant numerical advantage the forces on Iconia were whittled down to little more than 50,000 troops. With all their training and technology, they were still not able to overcome the disadvantage they faced with the PTO's trained combatants. The normal troops could not fly without mechanical assistance, nor could they manipulate ki, instead relying on beam rifles.

The strong fighters of the PTO could easily decimate entire divisions; however, they weren't what the ground troops feared. That was reserved for the nightmarish Saibamen, the green imp creatures that grew from seeds planted in the ground. They were relentless, merciless killing machines; many GF soldiers died at their hands. Rumor among the men were that the PTO grew the Saibamen on the most fertile planets, producing millions of them. When it appeared that Iconia couldn't be overtaken easily, the PTO sent the Saibamen to do the grunt work.

For the surviving soldiers they envied there dead comrades. One of these soldiers was Colonel Jon Spiers. He was a human who was drafted from the southeastern quadrant and was placed in charge after their previous colonel was killed a week earlier. Spiers and a brigade of their men were stationed in the Parliament building; it was a makeshift headquarters and field hospital.

The colonel was positioned in a balcony overlooking the southern area; he was looking down the scope on his black beam rifle. He was wearing the standard battle dress uniform of all GF soldiers, gray digital fatigues, black Kevlar vest, and gray ballistic helmet with a clear visor. Once sure the area was clear he slung the rifle over his shoulder and leaned against a nearby pillar. His eyes were hazel, but they seemed weary, and framed by heavy bags under each one. Heaving a sigh, he opened a pocket on his left sleeve and pulled out a small white carton, and pulled out a single cigarette.

Spiers had only lit it up and took a few long pulls when another person was running up to him. It was Major Will Tavenport, he was wearing the same fatigues, but his frame was bulkier and shorter than the colonel. Unlike Spiers, Tavenport had signed up with the GF after his home planet was destroyed in the beginning of the war. His eyes were brown, and bloodshot.

"What happened now?" Spiers asked already knowing he was going to hear bad news.

"Sir," saluted the shorter man. "We've lost communication with the General's base command. Before they went dark, they mentioned they were under heavy attack."

"Great," muttered the colonel as he threw the half-used cigarette over the side. "That means we're next."

"Sir, request permission to begin evacuation of our personnel here," Tavenport his voice had an urgency to it.

"Evacuate where?" The colonel began. "Anywhere we go we'll be fucked. We need to evacuate the whole planet."

"Sir, we can try the mountains."

Spiers was about to reply when his visor lit up indicating significant ki levels were present. Looking over the balcony again, he looked down his rifle's scope and saw the source of it.

It was a giant green ogre, wearing the standard PTO gold and white armor. He was flanked by half a dozen regular PTO soldiers who had beam cannons mounted on their forearms. The ogre was also surrounded by thousands of Saibamen. They were outside the gates of the Parliament building and were waiting to attack.

The colonel muttered a curse, and took aim at the ogre's head and fired off a blast. The ogre merely deflected it away, while he launched his own ki blast at the balcony. Only having enough time to jump out of the way, the explosion destroyed significant portions of where he once stood. Removing himself from the rubble, Spiers dusted himself off and saw that Tavenport had also managed to survive the attack.

"We're fucked," the colonel nearly yelled. He looked over to Tavenport before ordering, "Major, order all able men to arm themselves. We're making our final stand here."

Before the major could leave to pass along the orders, a transmission cut in on their intercoms. "This is GSS Invincible to Iconia base command. Come in."

After a pause, the detached voice again repeated the request. Spiers decided to answer. "General Revill is presumed dead. His base command was overrun by the enemy. Over."

"Identify yourself. Over." the voice commanded.

"Colonel Jon Spiers of the 4th Brigade. May I ask who's on the line? Over."

"This is Captain Charles Mitchell, of the GSS Invincible. We're in orbit and here to provide assistance. I need to speak to the one in command immediately. Over."

"You're speaking to him, sir."

"All right Spiers, what's the current situation."

"Sir, situation is critical. We're surrounded by hostiles, and about to suffer the same fate as the general. I'm requesting emergency evac for our men. Over."

There was a short pause before the intercom came to life again, "I cannot authorize an evacuation at this time."

Muttering another curse, Spiers again keyed in another request, "Sir, request an orbital bombardment of the area immediately south of our position. Over."

"I cannot authorize that request; risk of collateral damage is too high."

"Sir," began Spiers again, bewildered at what he was hearing. "What are you authorized to do to assist us?"

"We're sending down reinforcements to your location. ETA: 5 minutes. Invincible out," the captain keyed off issuing his last command. Spiers and Tavenport looked at each, wondering what kind of reinforcements would help them now. Shaking their heads, they went down into the building issuing commands to prepare for the oncoming battle.

It only took a few minutes for total chaos to ensue. Various soldiers were positioned in fortified positions on the building fending off the Saibamen as they were scaling the walls. Spiers was in another balcony picking off any of the green monsters as they appeared in his sights. Tavenport was backing up a group of soldiers as they were holding down the main entrance with his Gauss pistol in hand he was shooting rapidly at any green creature that showed itself; there was already small pile of them by the opening.

That's when they heard a thunderclap, and their visors lit up indicating a spike in ki. Spiers positioned the beam rifle in the direction of the ki and noted it was where the PTO soldiers were before. Looking through the magnified optic, he noticed the enemy soldiers were firing their beam cannons wildly in the air while the ogre was on the ground. The ogre let out a roar, which caused the attacking Saibamen to stop their assault and turn back to their leader.

The colonel was trying to find what was causing the PTO soldiers to fire in the air, when suddenly several white blasts engulfed each troop vaporizing them. When he found the source, all he could make out was a black figure up in the air. The enemy leader let out another roar and took off into the air firing ki blasts at the figure. The attacker disappeared before they hit and reappeared at the ogre's left side and blasted him with his own powers.

Spiers was trying to keep the fight within the view of his scope and could make out an air battle between the two. The larger ogre tried many times charging the other but all his fists were hitting were after images. Spiers also noticed that the Saibamen were standing below the fight watching it, waiting for further orders. An idea formed then and he keyed in his mic. "Spiers to Tavenport, come in!"

"Tavenport here, what's going on sir? Over."

"Major, our back up is here and is distracting the green beans. Order all the men to take up positions on any opening facing the south side and pick off as many of them as they can. Over."

"Roger," Tavenport replied and issued the new command. As ordered, the soldiers took their positions and began picking off the green marauders. The air was filled with thousands of blue beams as they hit their targets dropping them one by one. A few had realized what was happening and began to dodge the beams. The creatures resumed their advance on the building until the ogre cried out in pain.

Their leader was on the ground, his right arm was ripped out and he gave an order for the Saibamen to attack the newcomer. It was then a blast of ki incinerated his head and ended his life. Spiers saw the figure touch down on the ground and began to fight the remaining green monsters. He retreated to where Tavenport and the rest of his company were located and ordered them outside.

The soldiers were outside in the courtyard, moving in a v-formation with Spiers was leading them. Their weapons were drawn and they were slightly hunched as they moved swiftly executing any surviving Saibamen. They were advancing on the position of their savior, who at the moment had killed the last of the enemy.

The men surveyed the aftermath of the battle; the Saibamen who weren't vaporized, were torn apart. They looked over the carcass of the ogre and then looked over at his assassin. He stood a little over 5 foot 4, and wore royal blue fatigues, and a black helmet. He had two patches one was of the GFSF logo, the other was one that was emblazoned with his rank and name.

Spiers regarded him for a moment before asking, "Who are you, son?"

"Private Cilan, sir," he saluted. The colonel returned the salute. "How old are you?"

"11 sir."

The other men looked at each other confused; they were sent a child to be there rescuer. Though they didn't voice their displeasure because they just witnessed him emptying the battlefield singlehandedly. Spiers and Tavenport had their own thoughts; they would finally be able to reclaim the planet with this kids help.

March 16th, Age 766

Colonel Spiers was lying prone on a hill looking through the scope on his rifle; he was flanked by the rest of his company while other soldiers were behind them hunkered down waiting for further orders. They were overlooking the former home of the Prime Minister. It was the last holdout of the PTO on Iconia.

In the week since the arrival of Cilan, and a brigade of more GF troops, they've made progress in retaking the planet. The young Saiyan had been helpful in annihilating a good portion of the Saibamen and their powerful leaders while the regular soldiers could handle the normal PTO enemy on their own.

The colonel looked up into the air above them, overhead was Cilan, who was reconnoitering the area and reporting back what he was seeing. So far the enemy had not made any moves, for Spiers this meant that they would not attempt a retreat from the planet. As he looked up at the Saiyan, he was going over what he learned about him.

One was that Cilan was on loan to the Ground Forces from the Space Forces. He was drafted into them barely over a year. Spiers suspected Cilan was an orphan, as the boy never talked about his parents and he couldn't imagine any parent allowing their child to become a soldier at a young age. He also found out that while Cilan looked human, he was actually a Saiyan, a warrior race that went extinct thanks to Cooler's brother. He wasn't entirely surprised that the Saiyans used to do the bidding of the PTO, though he was glad that one of them was helping them.

The second thing he learned was that Cilan was a natural killer, he was brutal, efficient, and a fierce fighter. Battle after battle, the young Saiyan would kill anything that challenged him; no matter how much stronger they seemed, he fought them with no fear. Witnessing such determination, Spiers was reminded of an old warning he heard. It went that, the fiercest opponent would be the one that had nothing to lose. Watching Cilan, Spiers had to conclude that warning was accurate.

Cilan was watching the compound, waiting. His senses were telling him there was a powerful ki inside. It was the last of them on this planet and he wanted to kill it. He didn't have to wait long as someone rocketed from the mansion up into the air in his direction. It stopped when it was a yard away from him, revealing another ogre, but one that was short and red wearing black and gold armor.

"So you're the one who killed my brother," the ogre scowled at him. Cilan just watched him his arms crossed. His face was stoic, but inside he was seething with rage. When he read the letter from his mother explaining who his true father was, and why they had to hide; his young mind could only rationalize that all of his problems stemmed from the PTO.

If the PTO didn't exist, his mother would not have been sent away from home; if they didn't exist his home planet would still exist, and his mother wouldn't have died. A part of his mind reminded him that if she was never sent away he might not have been born, but he dismissed that thought as he concluded that his mother living was more important. So he focused all his rage at killing anything that wore the uniform of the PTO, with his natural Saiyan blood lust, it only amplified his rage.

The ogre didn't know all this and continued to taunt the young Saiyan, "You're not one of those weaklings down below. You're a Saiyan aren't you? I thought Freeza wiped out all of you monkeys ages ago."

Cilan didn't reply so the ogre added, "Afraid aren't you? Well don't worry; I'll kill you fast so you won't suffer."

The ogre raised his palms and launched a blue blast at the boy. Once the light faded the ogre had a smug look on his face, satisfied he killed the Saiyan. In the next moment his jaw was caught in a kick that nearly tore his head off and tossed him away. Once he caught himself in mid-air he looked over to see the boy snarling at him, his aura filled with white energy.

He was going to say something, when he noticed his jaw wouldn't close. It had been broken by the kick. The ogre didn't have time to dwell on it when blue ki spheres were headed towards him. He knocked them all aside and was rewarded with an uppercut to his chin that sent him flying into the air. He didn't have time to catch himself when he was kicked in the back by the kid.

As he hurtled to the ground below, the ogre tried to stop himself but his momentum was too great. It was then he saw the kid again was in his path, both his palms were raised gathering blue energy. Before he could try moving away, the Saiyan launched the blast engulfing him and incinerating his body.

Spiers had watched the battle in the air. Once he saw Cilan had killed the red ogre, he was about to order the rest of the soldiers to prepare to storm the mansion. Before he could issue his new orders the young Saiyan's voice cut in over the radio.

"Cilan to Spiers. Over."

The colonel tapped the mic in his helmet, "Spiers here, what is kid? Over."

"Sir, I'm seeing movement from the mansion. Over."

Spiers looked through his scope and saw that the PTO troops were emptying from the mansion. However, instead of running out for battle, they had their arms raised in the air without their beam cannons on them. They were surrendering.

Spiers stood up and began issuing commands for the troops to start rounding up the new POW's. Cilan touched down on the ground, his arms were crossed and had a disappointed look on his face. To the rest of the soldiers it appeared he was not happy that they gave up.

July 15th, Age 766

Tavenport and the rest of his command were in a troop transport on their way to planet Arkanos. They were tasked in capturing the facilities found there, as intelligence believed that was the planet that developed the seeds that formed into Saibamen. If they could capture it, they could cut off the PTO's supply of them, and find a weakness to the green vermin.

Cilan was with them, or as he was nicknamed: 'Kid'. The boy had been placed under Tavenport's command, and was always sent with them on their missions. Since Iconia, the Saiyan had been with them on the front lines recapturing planets. Aside from a voracious appetite, the kid had mostly kept to himself and followed his orders without complaint.

Not with them, was Spiers, or now known as Brigadier General Spiers. After the victory on Iconia, all the men were awarded medals for their valiant actions and defense of the planet. Spiers and Tavenport were given promotions. Tavenport was now ranked as a Lieutenant Colonel; Spiers' promotion had him now remain behind on base command, leaving Tavenport to go with his men on their missions.

Red warning lights began to flash inside the transport, indicating they were beginning to make planet fall. After five minutes, the lights turned off, and the transport shook as it landed on the ground. The square shaped transport was on the ground for a few moments before its doors opened up and thousands of troops emptied out of it. Around them other transports were landing and emptying out their own troops.

They landed a few kilometers away from the main facility; it was a group of white buildings in the middle of a barren desert. The Lt. Colonel lead the men towards the facility as Cilan flew overhead for surveillance. Once they reached the facility, they were surprised to find it empty. As they passed the gates, the men were antsy; they felt they were waiting for an ambush.

Tavenport and a company of soldiers began the process of clearing the main facility; Cilan was behind them providing back-up. He was hearing various chatter from the other soldiers as they were clearing the smaller buildings. They all reported the same thing:

"Security outpost is empty," said a female voice.

"Hangar is empty, no ships are present," said another voice.

The crew quarters had various items scattered about, and the mess hall still had plates of food on the tables. To the Lt. Colonel, it appeared the enemy that was stationed here were evacuated hastily and might have left just a few days before their arrival. He was wondering if they knew the GF were coming.

The task of clearing each room was long and tedious; it was well over two hours when they began with the labs. They were empty as well but various equipment and computer banks were left behind. Tavenport ordered a few engineers to start work on downloading any data they could glean from the machines. He didn't like what he was seeing and wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible. His senses were telling him that he had walked into a trap, when they reached the main lab they discovered why the place was empty.

Inside of it was a cylindrical object. It was the size of a refrigerator and was connected to a small digital timer. It was a bomb, and the scanners told them it had a big enough yield to crack the surface of the planet. They weren't able to detect it from space as it didn't activate until they were in this specific lab. The timer read that they had 2 minutes until detonation. The Lt. Colonel began issuing evacuation orders, but knew it was futile as they had no time to escape. Nor did they have time to disarm it.

As orders were being made and people were scrambling, Cilan looked intently at the device. He was looking through it with his powers, trying to determine if it was connected to anything else. Once sure there was no other danger, he raised a palm towards the walls and fired off a blast that tore through the walls to the outside. He then transformed into his super state and grabbed the bomb and flew out of the opening with it. Tavenport didn't realize what had occurred until he saw the kid flying off with the bomb; he called out to him to stop him but got no response back.

Cilan was flying to the upper portions of the atmosphere with the bomb in tow. Once the air was too thin for him to breathe properly, he flung the device into space and put his palms forward to push it away faster with his telekinetic powers. When it detonated the blast had caught up to him faster than he expected and was engulfed in the white explosion.

Tavenport tried calling to any soldier outside to see what was going on, but then heard the explosion. The opening Cilan created was illuminated in bright light and the building they were in shook violently. The explosion lasted for a few moments; Tavenport rushed outside to see the damage.

Cilan landed a few meters from the main facility. His fatigues were in tatters, his body covered in numerous cuts, and his hair and body were singed. The helmet he was wearing earlier was gone and his hair still golden, but had smoke coming off of it.

Tavenport walked up to him, glaring at the boy. "Just what the fuck did you think you were doing private?"

"Saving your lives," he grunted back. His eyes were green and there was a trail a blood from his mouth before it was wiped away with a sleeve. Medics were at his side tending to his wounds.

Thousands of light years away, a round ship was observing the actions on planet Arkanos. It looked similar to Freeza's ship. Inside various PTO soldiers were at their stations monitoring communications, and a large display was showing the explosion of the bomb they left behind. One of them turned from his console to speak to a figure sitting in the middle of the bridge.

"Sir, it looks like our plan failed. The bomb was tossed into space before detonation by the boy seen in the footage. Our scanners show he survived the explosion."

The figure was shrouded in shadows as he looked at the enlarged photo of Cilan as he tossed the bomb away.

"A saiyan?" His voice hissed. "How amusing."

Back on Arkanos, the Lt. Colonel was over his initial anger, realizing the kid was just doing his duty. He had ordered Cilan back to the troop transport so he could be fully looked over in the infirmary.

Tavenport wasn't surprised when days later Cilan was awarded a few medals and promoted to Private First Class for his actions.

August 27th, Age 766

Months after the planet Iconia was liberated, it became a front line outpost for the GF to retake the rest of the galaxy from the PTO. It would still take years for it to be completely healed from the ravages of the war, so it still could not be repopulated. Instead the planet became Spiers base of operations. His office was the one the Prime Minister used before being evacuated. At the moment, Spiers was at his desk waiting for his 10 o'clock meeting. A knock was heard on his door, it opened and Cilan walked in.

"Reporting as ordered, sir," the Saiyan saluted. Spiers returned the salute, and motioned for Cilan to sit down.

"I called you in today for two specific reasons," Spiers presented the boy a silver attaché case. "I believe your records mentioned that you were trained in fencing."

Cilan opened the case and was revealed to contain a black metal hilt, a holster, and a data disc accompanying it. The Saiyan pulled out the hilt and pressed a button on the side of it, it activated a plume of pale white and blue energy. Cilan looked amazed at his new weapon.

"This was sent over from the armory," began Spiers. "It's still an experimental model so try to be gentle with it. The disc contains instructions on proper maintenance."

"Cool," was all he could say as he deactivated the device and placed it back in the case. He looked back at the Brig. General, "You said there was two reasons sir?"

Spiers nodded and pulled out a manila folder from his desk drawer and handed it to Cilan. "It's your new orders. You're going to be pulled from the front lines."

The Saiyan looked up from his inspection of the folders contents surprised, "Why sir? What am I going to be doing now?"

"The Joint Chiefs have decided to send you to the Space Forces officer's school, and to be trained in covert operations. As for why, it's because of your actions on Arkano's. They feel you're much too powerful to be left on front line infantry."

Spiers stood up from his desk then, and stood at the grand window behind it, overlooking the charred wasteland of the planet. "At the rate the war is going, it'll be two decades before we can fully retake the galaxy from the PTO. However, if we were to create a special group of powerful ki warriors like you and sent them deep behind enemy lines to cut off their logistical support, we can win in a shorter span of time. Understand Cilan?"

The Saiyan was looking at him and nodded, starting to comprehend what his new mission was. Though there was still one question on his mind, "What about Lt. Colonel Tavenport and the rest?"

The Brig. General looked over his shoulder at the Saiyan, "He's aware about your reassignment. His division will be getting two new warriors fresh from boot camp. Thanks to what we've learned from you we've been able to train more warriors to help our regular forces on the ground."

Spiers sat back at his desk before pulling out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a few drags from it. "If there are no further questions Private, you're dismissed. I want you well rested before you ship off tomorrow."

Cilan nodded and stood up. He saluted the older man and did an about face and left his office carrying his new weapon and orders.

To be continued.