Post by Raim on Sept 12, 2008 20:12:29 GMT -5
Raim floated limply in the restoration tank, his injuries from his last expedition having been for the most part completely healed, only the bruise on his cheek remaining. It had been approximately 10 Earth hours since his raid on the planet Pork, for most of which time he had been dreaming, something he rarely did. Dreaming of seven orange gems, each patterned with a specific number of black stars, 1 to 7. They were glowing, and he could sense the power radiating off them, permeating his very prescence.
In a flash the dream changed to one of a universe under his command. His name was known and feared throught the galaxy, and he possesed power and wealth beyond anything he had ever dreamed of. Cackling triumphanly within his fantsy, he reached down and began juggling the seven orange balls through the air, they were a symbol of his dominance, they were the key! Suddenly someone loomed out at him from the gloom of his golden throne room, a warrior with hair shining as gold as the treasures he was surrounded by. And he was coming for him, coming to kill him!
"LORD RAIM. WE HAVE ARRIVED ON PLANET ICER." Bleeped the Avarice's computer loudly, shaking Raim from his dream just before the figure reached him. Cursing that he hadn't been able to catch the warriors' face, Raim pulled the mask off his face as the water drained away, pushing open the door and stepping out into the pristine white surroundings of the medical bay, stretching his joints, which were feeling much better from when the pig had pulled them.
"Computer. Dispatch a message to the planet brokers. Inform them of my latest aquisitions and tell them that they are up for sale immediately. no point letting those carcasses rot while they could still be used as biofuel." He commanded the computer, which bleeped twice to indicate that his request had been processed. "What else has happened while I've been resting?" He asked, to which the computer responded. "YOU HAVE RECIVED A MESSAGE FROM HIGH LORD BOREAS, HE WISHES TO TALK TO YOU IMMEDIATELY." Raim's eyes widened, Boreas was the current leader of the Icer empire, the head seat of the high council. Known for his ruthless personality and extreme paranoia, he had a habit of executing his subjects out of even the slightest amount of suspicious activity. Normally talks with him were dangerous, taxing affairs, but this time Raim had a trump card, something to set in motion the chain of events he had been planning behind Boreas' back for so long.
Making his way to the bridge, Raim lay back in his chair, staring up at a large monitor folding out of a ceiling hatch. "Put him through to the main monitor." He ordered the computer. Within a few moments, the shadowed face of an Icer fizzled onto the screen, the only thing clearly visible his glowing red eyes. "My lord." Raim said humbly, standing up and bowing down to the face on the monitor, turning his head up to gaze into his master's glowing red eyes.
"Raim, explain yourself! Where have you been the past couple of days?" He demanded, Raim nodding immediately. It was unwise to keep Boreas waiting. "I humbly apologize m'lord, but I was held up in an encounter with a saiyan." At that moment there was a guffaw from Boreas' end. "A saiyan? loosing your touch Raim?" He chuckled, Raim hiding a smile. H e had him right where he wanted him. "Not just any m'lord, a super saiyan." Boreas' laughter quickly stopped, his eyes narrowing seriously, a hint of fear glimmering in their depths. "Yes m'lord. On a planet called Renza, he's the one who killed Glacian." Raim added, Boreas' eyes widening further. "He killed Glacian? Hmm... that is unfortunate..." He said in a rather unconcerned way, obviously not upset in the least. "But this saiyan must be dealt with! Immediately!" He commanded, Raim nodding along. "Yes sire, I'll send you the co-ordinates now. Hang on." He told Boreas, switching off the monitor. "Hmmm hmmm hmmm! Well, I hope you're up for the challenge monkey boy!" He chuckled. It was all going to plan.
In a flash the dream changed to one of a universe under his command. His name was known and feared throught the galaxy, and he possesed power and wealth beyond anything he had ever dreamed of. Cackling triumphanly within his fantsy, he reached down and began juggling the seven orange balls through the air, they were a symbol of his dominance, they were the key! Suddenly someone loomed out at him from the gloom of his golden throne room, a warrior with hair shining as gold as the treasures he was surrounded by. And he was coming for him, coming to kill him!
"LORD RAIM. WE HAVE ARRIVED ON PLANET ICER." Bleeped the Avarice's computer loudly, shaking Raim from his dream just before the figure reached him. Cursing that he hadn't been able to catch the warriors' face, Raim pulled the mask off his face as the water drained away, pushing open the door and stepping out into the pristine white surroundings of the medical bay, stretching his joints, which were feeling much better from when the pig had pulled them.
"Computer. Dispatch a message to the planet brokers. Inform them of my latest aquisitions and tell them that they are up for sale immediately. no point letting those carcasses rot while they could still be used as biofuel." He commanded the computer, which bleeped twice to indicate that his request had been processed. "What else has happened while I've been resting?" He asked, to which the computer responded. "YOU HAVE RECIVED A MESSAGE FROM HIGH LORD BOREAS, HE WISHES TO TALK TO YOU IMMEDIATELY." Raim's eyes widened, Boreas was the current leader of the Icer empire, the head seat of the high council. Known for his ruthless personality and extreme paranoia, he had a habit of executing his subjects out of even the slightest amount of suspicious activity. Normally talks with him were dangerous, taxing affairs, but this time Raim had a trump card, something to set in motion the chain of events he had been planning behind Boreas' back for so long.
Making his way to the bridge, Raim lay back in his chair, staring up at a large monitor folding out of a ceiling hatch. "Put him through to the main monitor." He ordered the computer. Within a few moments, the shadowed face of an Icer fizzled onto the screen, the only thing clearly visible his glowing red eyes. "My lord." Raim said humbly, standing up and bowing down to the face on the monitor, turning his head up to gaze into his master's glowing red eyes.
"Raim, explain yourself! Where have you been the past couple of days?" He demanded, Raim nodding immediately. It was unwise to keep Boreas waiting. "I humbly apologize m'lord, but I was held up in an encounter with a saiyan." At that moment there was a guffaw from Boreas' end. "A saiyan? loosing your touch Raim?" He chuckled, Raim hiding a smile. H e had him right where he wanted him. "Not just any m'lord, a super saiyan." Boreas' laughter quickly stopped, his eyes narrowing seriously, a hint of fear glimmering in their depths. "Yes m'lord. On a planet called Renza, he's the one who killed Glacian." Raim added, Boreas' eyes widening further. "He killed Glacian? Hmm... that is unfortunate..." He said in a rather unconcerned way, obviously not upset in the least. "But this saiyan must be dealt with! Immediately!" He commanded, Raim nodding along. "Yes sire, I'll send you the co-ordinates now. Hang on." He told Boreas, switching off the monitor. "Hmmm hmmm hmmm! Well, I hope you're up for the challenge monkey boy!" He chuckled. It was all going to plan.