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This isn't a DBZ, it's inspired by the ESF forum.
Just read, and you'll see why.
"The planets are gone, and the colonies we use to replace our planets are also gone." Captain Bob said, walking around the briefing room. The cadets looked at him with envy becuase of the stars on his coat, and the name he had created. He was the only human warrior, and he was the best. Not many met him personally, and those that did were usually on the end of his Beam Sword, crying for their mommy's as he shaved their bellies. He's an idol, a legend, a god, to the young and the brave aboard the S.S.J ReNe, and he was very angry.
"Earth, my home planet," He continued. "Is being used as a warground for the FROGS, Falcon/Rebel-O Gear Squad, and ESF, also called Extermination Society of FROGS. They are two separate terrorist groups consisting of Alien types A & G, from the Western sector of space. They are our target."
Bob clicked on the holographic image projector, and revealed two groups of aliens, all smiling proudly before the walls of rubble that was once a city. Captain Howdy, an Aleni man, stood up, and took a holographic pointing pen from a desk hidden by the dark. He moved the pictures side by side, and then pointed to the one on the left.
"This is ESF, a group built on enslaving the human race, and destroying planet Earth and the FROGS group. It is led by DaKD, an Aleni like myself." The pictures zoomed in on a blue lizard looking creature, with sharp fangs and a black mohawk. Howdy stared at the cadets with his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyelids half down. "DaKD is very dangerous, do not fight him alone."
Bob took the pen, and zoomed in on the group on the right. "This is FROGS, a group of terrorists who work for Falcon and Rebel-O Gear, two very dangerous convicts. Falcon"--it zoomed to a green human looking creature--"is known for his bombs and laser tech, while Rebel-O Gear, also called ROG"--it moved over to a pink cat-looking girl, shooting the peace sign--"is known for her deception and extremely super strength. All three once worked for the masterminds Cucumba and Hsu, who were captured just before this war started."
Howdy took the pen, and bumpsed Bob aside. "Dalamar, the clone of Hsu, and Gasaraki, the clone of Cucumba, are both loose, and supposedly are supplying these two groups with machines made by human slaves."
Bob took the pen, and turned off the machine. Howdy shot him a glare, but he ignored it. "We need to get all of them at the same time, otherwise they will clone Dalamar and Gasaraki, just like Daemon-Fyre and Dagger did to Cucumba and Hsu. We will separate you into three teams: One will go after ESF leader DaKD, one will go after FROGS leaders Falcon and Rog, and the last team will find and assassignate Dalamar and Gasaraki."
"My team and I will be the first team, Alpha, while Bob's will be the third team, Delta. Captain Glenn, a new team leader, will be the second, Beta. Report to your captains for instructions."
"And don't harm the slaves." Bob finished. "We are trying to save the human race, not kill it."
"DISMISSED!" A loud voice boomed.
The lights shined, and the cadets scrambled to get to their posts. Scooter is one of them.
Scooter Briefs was the son of the great tactical leader Dai Kaio, and the human nurse Bakubomb. He was born into the fleet, growing up without a childhood, and a constant war with ESF and FROGS. He was the best cadet ever, trained by Bob himself, and so was admire by most, but hated by the few who defied laws. He had fought Dalamar and Gasaraki before, along side his friends Ryoko and V.B., and wanted revenge. The last time they had encountered each other was the worst ever. Scooter could still feel the laser burning away his skin, and he could see V.B.'s face as Gasaraki shot at her, nearly hitting her every time. Two young girls who weren't even in the war had been crushed by falling metal slabs, and they had lost their captain Penguin, who Glenn replaced. V.B. had been transferred after that, but Scooter had been told that she was amongst the other team going on the mission. Scoot grabbed his helmet and ran by the others, wanting to launch as fast as he could.
The hallways were dark as the ships started preparing for launching to Earth, and the hangars were more active then ever. Every single Galactic Warrior was being sent to stop this, the biggest war Earth has ever seen. Ryoko, a blue haired Leader of the Neila, a group of asexual beings from the first Mars colony, wrapped his arms around Scooter's shoulders, and then dragged his purple tongue up Scoot's cheek. Scooter pushed him off, and wiped at the saliva.
"Yuck, Ryo. You really need to find a better way to say 'hello'."
Ryoko smiled, and then looked about the hangar. He was dressed in Neila armor--basically spandex underwear with a muscle shirt and big metal boots, arm cannons, and helmets--and it stuck out from the GW suits--blue and orange stealth suits that were created with the inspiration of old sci-fi movies. But that was Ryoko for you, always being different.
"Greetings ScooterMan."
Scooter wiped his cheek until the humanish pink of his skin turned to red. "Greetings."
"I do not like this war."
"Who does?" Scooter decided his cheek is clean enough, and so dropped his arm. He could see the purple saliva smeared on his skin, acting like fruit juice. "Why'd you lick me? It took me a week to get rid of the color of the last time you licked me."
"This war will be like the last war, and everyone will die."
"What do you mean?" Scooter regreted saying that just as it left his mouth. Everyone was launching around him, and he was anxious to join them--anxious to kill Dalamar--but Ryoko was also anxious to speak, as always. Scooter opened himself up for a long wait.
"Do you remember when cloning was suddenly becomming popular for the humans? Everyone wanted to do it, to preserve their bodies and souls for future generations. Soon after that, they thought that since cloning was possible, then maybe other sci-fi invented ideas could come true. They inhabited the planets, and created the cool toys like laser swords and space fighters. Life was fun and exciting, and they wanted more of the sci-fi. Then they started splicing their genes with animals, in order to make themselves alien-like, for fun. But it spread through their genetics, and into their unborn children. It became a natural thing to have horns, not just added by doctors, and humankind began to hate itself, and cling onto this phenomena. They made clones and aliens; the scientists were in nirvana, but everyone else was miserable."
Baku, a chubby Ainle, and Scooter's worst enemy, hopped into his spaceship, and shot Scoot the finger. Scooter sighed.
"Ryoko, do you have to talk about that now?"
Ryoko nodded, but sped up his essay for the sake of friendship. "That was what started the first war, that destroyed all the planets. We built colonies made of stronger material, and those were also destroyed by war! If Earth is the only planet left, and we're going to fight on it, then we're destroying our home planet! It's not right."
"Get launching, cadets." Howdy said, walking by.
"See ya Ryoko." Scooter said, racing off to his ship. Ryoko raised his hand, and then dashed off to find his own ship.
Scooter believed that what Ryoko said was half true. Scooter would not let Dalamar destroy Earth, like he had done to the other planets, especially not with V.B. and Ryoko in his team again. Everything would be fine. Scooter just had to remind himself of this every five seconds.
Dalamar, king of the world, smiled at Gasaraki, his friend. The screen showed the security cameras to the S.S.J ReNe, and the entire GW plan was ruined. He hadn't had so much fun watching his enemies before that war, because he wasn't as clever before. He had learned, mostly from Scooter, to not trust his enemies, but keep them close at heart anyway. He knew his enemies plans, their weapons, and their troops, and he knew how to beat them all.
Daemon-Fyre and Dagger, his two scientists and main warriors, sat behind him in the small ruined hotel room, right beside the wall most filled with gadgets and gismos. Dalamar loved technology.
"So, what's the plan?" Daemon asked.
"Plasma nukes."
Plasma Nukes, the most powerful weapon in the universe. It had destroyed the stars, the moons, the sun, and every other planet in existence. Dalamar had used it against his enemies before, and had succeeded in getting rid of everything. How could think of using them, when Earth was the only planet left?
"What? We can't do that!" Dagger said.
"Yes, we can."
Gasaraki laughed and began typing on his wrist computer. The image of Earth appeared before them. "We have created a second Earth, and we've placed it only twenty minutes from the enemy base. It acts just like Earth, and everyone will panic when they see it so close to home. They will wonder 'what have they done?', and they will slow down their speeds to get a closer look at it, and let us get a closer look at them."
"What?"
Gasaraki rolled his eyes. "Okay, listen. They have designed a new thruster that allows them to go faster than our scanners can detect them. If they stop to look at Earth, we can detect them, and attack them when they aren't looking."
Dalamar spun around in his chair, and slammed his foot on the ground, smiling. "And crushing our old friends Scooter and V.B."
"What about DaKD, Falcon, and Rog?" Daemon-Fyre asked, twiddling his fingers--an annoying habit.
"We have already placed them on this made-up Earth. They will ambush our enemy. If the enemy survives, meaning that they lost, we will attack the ships afterwards. If none survive, meaning that they won, we will kill DaKD, Falcon, and Rog, and then we torture the pilots and medical staff, and if they survive that, we will use them as slaves."
"So, if we win this, we will rule the galaxy?"
"There is no galaxy." Dalamar said. "Just Earth. But, we will rule it for good." Gasaraki clapped his hands together, please, while Deamon-Fyre and Dagger looked down, unsure of it all. "Oh, go prepare the plasma nuke for launching. Those ships won't stand a chance."
V.B. clicked her lighter on, and brought it up to her cigarette, which was held with the only still hand in the ship. Pilotting the carrier ships wasn't as dangerous as being on the field, but the newbies didn't know that. They didn't realize that being the biggest, most vulnerable target out there, having little to no shield, and no weapons at all, was all cake compared to being in front of the cannons, unable to dodge, and being the target for those who enjoyed hostages and sick torturing for people who tried to rescue them. V.B. couldn't ask for a better job.
"We're ready to launch." Comes a voice from the speaker.
V.B. adjusted her sunglasses, and startedyping commands into the ship. Her fingers are blurred, and the sounds of clicking echoed through the pilots pit (edited*). Jessica, a fellow pilot, trembled as she prepared the launching codes.
"How many ships have we?"
"Four-hundred and ninety-nine. All the numbers 400 through...bah, you do the math."
V.B. smiled, and puffed out smoke. "So we've got him aboard?"
"Yes, you're friend is here. #456, Scooter Briefs."
Jessica glanced over at V.B.'s cigarette, and attempted to snatch it. V.B. pulled it back before she could, and sucked on it again.
"Those are bad for you." Jess said, in a quiet voice.
"So is this, but here I am. Life is short, Jessie, so live it without fear. If you die, it was meant to happen." She clicked the series of buttons that enitiated the launch, and leaned back in her chair. Her short brown hair she cupped in her hands, as she smelled the fumes of the exhaust, and burst forward with enough speed to outrun the roller coasters in her favorite park. She smiled again.
"Jeez! Does it have to be so fast?"
V.B. nodded. "If we don't go fast enough, Dalamar will pick us up, and we'll all be dead before Earth is in view."
Jessica looked down at her screen, and shifted in her seat. "Are you going out there? Into battle?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you want to get Dalamar, for some reason, and I think you've been obsessed with chasing down this Scooter."
More smoke. Oh, the pleasures of life. "Then I'm going, right?"
"I guess you are."
"Relax Jessie. I won't be gone for long. And besides which, if I die, it was meant to happen."
"That's not relaxing." V.B. smiled again, lighting up another cigarette. "You are the only friend I've had since joining with this stupid war, and I don't want to lose you."
"You won't."
Jessice smiled for the first time. "Hey, V? What do your initials mean?"
The screen started blinking red, and V.B. smiled. Earth was in view. "Boy, time sure flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?"
Jessice nodded slowly, and started the landing sequence. "I thought Earth was an hour away, not just a few minutes."
V.B. frowned. "So did I."
Just read, and you'll see why.
"The planets are gone, and the colonies we use to replace our planets are also gone." Captain Bob said, walking around the briefing room. The cadets looked at him with envy becuase of the stars on his coat, and the name he had created. He was the only human warrior, and he was the best. Not many met him personally, and those that did were usually on the end of his Beam Sword, crying for their mommy's as he shaved their bellies. He's an idol, a legend, a god, to the young and the brave aboard the S.S.J ReNe, and he was very angry.
"Earth, my home planet," He continued. "Is being used as a warground for the FROGS, Falcon/Rebel-O Gear Squad, and ESF, also called Extermination Society of FROGS. They are two separate terrorist groups consisting of Alien types A & G, from the Western sector of space. They are our target."
Bob clicked on the holographic image projector, and revealed two groups of aliens, all smiling proudly before the walls of rubble that was once a city. Captain Howdy, an Aleni man, stood up, and took a holographic pointing pen from a desk hidden by the dark. He moved the pictures side by side, and then pointed to the one on the left.
"This is ESF, a group built on enslaving the human race, and destroying planet Earth and the FROGS group. It is led by DaKD, an Aleni like myself." The pictures zoomed in on a blue lizard looking creature, with sharp fangs and a black mohawk. Howdy stared at the cadets with his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyelids half down. "DaKD is very dangerous, do not fight him alone."
Bob took the pen, and zoomed in on the group on the right. "This is FROGS, a group of terrorists who work for Falcon and Rebel-O Gear, two very dangerous convicts. Falcon"--it zoomed to a green human looking creature--"is known for his bombs and laser tech, while Rebel-O Gear, also called ROG"--it moved over to a pink cat-looking girl, shooting the peace sign--"is known for her deception and extremely super strength. All three once worked for the masterminds Cucumba and Hsu, who were captured just before this war started."
Howdy took the pen, and bumpsed Bob aside. "Dalamar, the clone of Hsu, and Gasaraki, the clone of Cucumba, are both loose, and supposedly are supplying these two groups with machines made by human slaves."
Bob took the pen, and turned off the machine. Howdy shot him a glare, but he ignored it. "We need to get all of them at the same time, otherwise they will clone Dalamar and Gasaraki, just like Daemon-Fyre and Dagger did to Cucumba and Hsu. We will separate you into three teams: One will go after ESF leader DaKD, one will go after FROGS leaders Falcon and Rog, and the last team will find and assassignate Dalamar and Gasaraki."
"My team and I will be the first team, Alpha, while Bob's will be the third team, Delta. Captain Glenn, a new team leader, will be the second, Beta. Report to your captains for instructions."
"And don't harm the slaves." Bob finished. "We are trying to save the human race, not kill it."
"DISMISSED!" A loud voice boomed.
The lights shined, and the cadets scrambled to get to their posts. Scooter is one of them.
Scooter Briefs was the son of the great tactical leader Dai Kaio, and the human nurse Bakubomb. He was born into the fleet, growing up without a childhood, and a constant war with ESF and FROGS. He was the best cadet ever, trained by Bob himself, and so was admire by most, but hated by the few who defied laws. He had fought Dalamar and Gasaraki before, along side his friends Ryoko and V.B., and wanted revenge. The last time they had encountered each other was the worst ever. Scooter could still feel the laser burning away his skin, and he could see V.B.'s face as Gasaraki shot at her, nearly hitting her every time. Two young girls who weren't even in the war had been crushed by falling metal slabs, and they had lost their captain Penguin, who Glenn replaced. V.B. had been transferred after that, but Scooter had been told that she was amongst the other team going on the mission. Scoot grabbed his helmet and ran by the others, wanting to launch as fast as he could.
The hallways were dark as the ships started preparing for launching to Earth, and the hangars were more active then ever. Every single Galactic Warrior was being sent to stop this, the biggest war Earth has ever seen. Ryoko, a blue haired Leader of the Neila, a group of asexual beings from the first Mars colony, wrapped his arms around Scooter's shoulders, and then dragged his purple tongue up Scoot's cheek. Scooter pushed him off, and wiped at the saliva.
"Yuck, Ryo. You really need to find a better way to say 'hello'."
Ryoko smiled, and then looked about the hangar. He was dressed in Neila armor--basically spandex underwear with a muscle shirt and big metal boots, arm cannons, and helmets--and it stuck out from the GW suits--blue and orange stealth suits that were created with the inspiration of old sci-fi movies. But that was Ryoko for you, always being different.
"Greetings ScooterMan."
Scooter wiped his cheek until the humanish pink of his skin turned to red. "Greetings."
"I do not like this war."
"Who does?" Scooter decided his cheek is clean enough, and so dropped his arm. He could see the purple saliva smeared on his skin, acting like fruit juice. "Why'd you lick me? It took me a week to get rid of the color of the last time you licked me."
"This war will be like the last war, and everyone will die."
"What do you mean?" Scooter regreted saying that just as it left his mouth. Everyone was launching around him, and he was anxious to join them--anxious to kill Dalamar--but Ryoko was also anxious to speak, as always. Scooter opened himself up for a long wait.
"Do you remember when cloning was suddenly becomming popular for the humans? Everyone wanted to do it, to preserve their bodies and souls for future generations. Soon after that, they thought that since cloning was possible, then maybe other sci-fi invented ideas could come true. They inhabited the planets, and created the cool toys like laser swords and space fighters. Life was fun and exciting, and they wanted more of the sci-fi. Then they started splicing their genes with animals, in order to make themselves alien-like, for fun. But it spread through their genetics, and into their unborn children. It became a natural thing to have horns, not just added by doctors, and humankind began to hate itself, and cling onto this phenomena. They made clones and aliens; the scientists were in nirvana, but everyone else was miserable."
Baku, a chubby Ainle, and Scooter's worst enemy, hopped into his spaceship, and shot Scoot the finger. Scooter sighed.
"Ryoko, do you have to talk about that now?"
Ryoko nodded, but sped up his essay for the sake of friendship. "That was what started the first war, that destroyed all the planets. We built colonies made of stronger material, and those were also destroyed by war! If Earth is the only planet left, and we're going to fight on it, then we're destroying our home planet! It's not right."
"Get launching, cadets." Howdy said, walking by.
"See ya Ryoko." Scooter said, racing off to his ship. Ryoko raised his hand, and then dashed off to find his own ship.
Scooter believed that what Ryoko said was half true. Scooter would not let Dalamar destroy Earth, like he had done to the other planets, especially not with V.B. and Ryoko in his team again. Everything would be fine. Scooter just had to remind himself of this every five seconds.
Dalamar, king of the world, smiled at Gasaraki, his friend. The screen showed the security cameras to the S.S.J ReNe, and the entire GW plan was ruined. He hadn't had so much fun watching his enemies before that war, because he wasn't as clever before. He had learned, mostly from Scooter, to not trust his enemies, but keep them close at heart anyway. He knew his enemies plans, their weapons, and their troops, and he knew how to beat them all.
Daemon-Fyre and Dagger, his two scientists and main warriors, sat behind him in the small ruined hotel room, right beside the wall most filled with gadgets and gismos. Dalamar loved technology.
"So, what's the plan?" Daemon asked.
"Plasma nukes."
Plasma Nukes, the most powerful weapon in the universe. It had destroyed the stars, the moons, the sun, and every other planet in existence. Dalamar had used it against his enemies before, and had succeeded in getting rid of everything. How could think of using them, when Earth was the only planet left?
"What? We can't do that!" Dagger said.
"Yes, we can."
Gasaraki laughed and began typing on his wrist computer. The image of Earth appeared before them. "We have created a second Earth, and we've placed it only twenty minutes from the enemy base. It acts just like Earth, and everyone will panic when they see it so close to home. They will wonder 'what have they done?', and they will slow down their speeds to get a closer look at it, and let us get a closer look at them."
"What?"
Gasaraki rolled his eyes. "Okay, listen. They have designed a new thruster that allows them to go faster than our scanners can detect them. If they stop to look at Earth, we can detect them, and attack them when they aren't looking."
Dalamar spun around in his chair, and slammed his foot on the ground, smiling. "And crushing our old friends Scooter and V.B."
"What about DaKD, Falcon, and Rog?" Daemon-Fyre asked, twiddling his fingers--an annoying habit.
"We have already placed them on this made-up Earth. They will ambush our enemy. If the enemy survives, meaning that they lost, we will attack the ships afterwards. If none survive, meaning that they won, we will kill DaKD, Falcon, and Rog, and then we torture the pilots and medical staff, and if they survive that, we will use them as slaves."
"So, if we win this, we will rule the galaxy?"
"There is no galaxy." Dalamar said. "Just Earth. But, we will rule it for good." Gasaraki clapped his hands together, please, while Deamon-Fyre and Dagger looked down, unsure of it all. "Oh, go prepare the plasma nuke for launching. Those ships won't stand a chance."
V.B. clicked her lighter on, and brought it up to her cigarette, which was held with the only still hand in the ship. Pilotting the carrier ships wasn't as dangerous as being on the field, but the newbies didn't know that. They didn't realize that being the biggest, most vulnerable target out there, having little to no shield, and no weapons at all, was all cake compared to being in front of the cannons, unable to dodge, and being the target for those who enjoyed hostages and sick torturing for people who tried to rescue them. V.B. couldn't ask for a better job.
"We're ready to launch." Comes a voice from the speaker.
V.B. adjusted her sunglasses, and startedyping commands into the ship. Her fingers are blurred, and the sounds of clicking echoed through the pilots pit (edited*). Jessica, a fellow pilot, trembled as she prepared the launching codes.
"How many ships have we?"
"Four-hundred and ninety-nine. All the numbers 400 through...bah, you do the math."
V.B. smiled, and puffed out smoke. "So we've got him aboard?"
"Yes, you're friend is here. #456, Scooter Briefs."
Jessica glanced over at V.B.'s cigarette, and attempted to snatch it. V.B. pulled it back before she could, and sucked on it again.
"Those are bad for you." Jess said, in a quiet voice.
"So is this, but here I am. Life is short, Jessie, so live it without fear. If you die, it was meant to happen." She clicked the series of buttons that enitiated the launch, and leaned back in her chair. Her short brown hair she cupped in her hands, as she smelled the fumes of the exhaust, and burst forward with enough speed to outrun the roller coasters in her favorite park. She smiled again.
"Jeez! Does it have to be so fast?"
V.B. nodded. "If we don't go fast enough, Dalamar will pick us up, and we'll all be dead before Earth is in view."
Jessica looked down at her screen, and shifted in her seat. "Are you going out there? Into battle?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you want to get Dalamar, for some reason, and I think you've been obsessed with chasing down this Scooter."
More smoke. Oh, the pleasures of life. "Then I'm going, right?"
"I guess you are."
"Relax Jessie. I won't be gone for long. And besides which, if I die, it was meant to happen."
"That's not relaxing." V.B. smiled again, lighting up another cigarette. "You are the only friend I've had since joining with this stupid war, and I don't want to lose you."
"You won't."
Jessice smiled for the first time. "Hey, V? What do your initials mean?"
The screen started blinking red, and V.B. smiled. Earth was in view. "Boy, time sure flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?"
Jessice nodded slowly, and started the landing sequence. "I thought Earth was an hour away, not just a few minutes."
V.B. frowned. "So did I."
p), just kidding: You are without a doubt the strangest one here Dak, but I gotta love ya purple haired Vegerunks.
