"REPORT!" The cries of Chieftain Brackus could be heard throughout the remainder of the ship, even into the cargo holds at the opposite end of the massive warship. A smaller alien, known as a Grunt, stuttered and stammered his way through his report to the Chieftain, thoroughly regretting his decision to stay on-board the ship while the rest of the crew had been granted shore leave.

"An explosion of un-unknown origin has severed th-the wiring in f-four of the five conduits controlling th-the power to the ship. Backup generators have overloaded, and s-safety protocols h-have shut them d-down to keep them from d-decimating the ship. Th-the armory has b-been completely ob-obliterated." The Grunt took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. "Furthermore-"

He would have continued had Brackus not took that moment to reach out and crush his skull in his hand. The Grunt died where he stood.

"My ship is drifting listlessly through space... I have no weapons at my disposal save for the few I have garnered in my quarters... I decimated the monkey's planet and still have not found him... this is HIS WORK!" He let loose a rage-filled scream and slammed his fists into the wall, leaving a pair of dents and causing his hands to tingle. Growling, he turned around, facing the main control panel of the navigation room. "Open a channel to the entire ship. I wish to speak to my men.

"Attention, all Jiralhanae aboard this ship. We have an intruder. He is responsible for our current situation, and I am CERTAIN that he is still alive. If you find him, detain him, but keep him alive. I wish to fight him myself... I wish to kill him with my own hands. Disobey me, and I'll make sure your death is long, painful, torturous, and dishonorable. You will miss out on the Great Journey."

A click resounded through the navigation room as the intercom turned off. Brackus leaned forward and hissed into the Brute pilot's ear. "Get this ship back up and running, or I'll make sure you too will miss out on the Great Journey." Rage smoldering, he stood up from his position and retreated to his quarters, adjacent to the navigational area.

Brackus' temper was legendary on his home planet. He was one of the most feared Chieftains of all Jiralhanae, and had been known to scare many of his subordinates into loyalty with merely a glare in their general direction. But the rage heard in his tone and command was nothing that his race had ever seen before. So afraid for their lives were they that at the end of the inter-ship transmission, they were packing the lifeboats and abandoning the ship. Many of them had seen the decision that Brackus had made to decimate the last city of the Saiyans with many of their comrades still on the planet and inside the blast radius, and they feared that he would destroy the ship, and them along with it, in his quest to obliterate the intruder.

He could have the intruder. The Jiralhanae wanted nothing more to do with Brackus. They now considered the Chieftain to be a traitor to his race, and couldn't wait to get off the ship. Within twenty minutes of the announcement, all the lifeboats had been packed with Brutes and launched, every single one of them having left the ship, save for Brackus' right hand Brute Arkum, and Brackus himself. And quite a few bodies of Brutes that had been caught by Arkum trying to abandon the ship.

Brackus was brooding in his quarters. He had the fight all planned out in his head. He planned to crush the Saiyan that had intruded upon his stolen ship, and repaint the hallways with his blood. He paced back and forth in his room, waiting for a message that the Saiyan had been caught, but soon grew impatient.

Brackus was enormous, even for a Jiralhanae. The average male Brute stood at about eight feet tall, and Brackus out shined them by a whopping four feet. He looked about his room, seeing the many weapons he had stashed there for his own use. There were a pair of Gravity Hammers in the corner, both of which he strapped to his back. He grabbed a Brute Shot and strapped that to his leg, then grabbed a Spiker and a handful of Plasma Grenades.

Satisfied with his armament, he turned towards his door, ready to go hunting. The door opened before he got to it.

"Brackus." It was Arkum, his right hand soldier, the most loyal of his pack. "The ship has been deserted. It is just us and the intruder."

Brackus' pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, his rage was so great. "WHAT? Traitorous scum, the lot of you!" He breathed heavily, raising his arm and rushing his friend, smashing him into the wall and pressing his arm into Arkum's throat. "Get to the guns, blow them all away," he hissed, watching him turn blue in the face, then let Arkum slide to the floor, coughing as he tried to regain his air.

"I have a monkey to hunt."