Prologue:

As of Age 761, The Planet Trade Organization (PTO) continues to grow, spreading its influence across the universe. The tyrants in charge continue to send waves of scouts and warriors to find and destroy planets, provided they refuse to submit to their rule and serve them. Planets not destroyed, whose inhabitants have either been wiped out or enslaved are colonized, sold or farmed for resources. The soldier’s numbers have become practically uncountable.

Within the larger whole are sections; each under the rule of one of three. First, there is King Cold. He is a powerful tyrant who commands respect over the entirety of the forces, though he has a select few elite warriors under his personal command. Next, is his eldest son, Cooler, who reigns over his legion, albeit he does not seem to branch out much further than is necessary to remain in the good graces of his father. Finally, there is Frieza. Although he is the younger of the two brother’s he is the most widely known. He is a tyrant feared by all. His Faction of the PTO is seen as the most ruthless and prone to conflict. He rules his faction with an iron fist, the group far more widely known than it’s parent organization as the Galactic Frieza Army.

The army itself seems to dwarf the other factions in size, though a majority of it is comprised of lower class warriors. Still above those groups lie the Elite. And if the Elite are not enough, Frieza may call about the Ginyu Force. And yet, the focus of this story is not the Ginyu, the elite, or Frieza himself. This story focuses on what are considered low class warriors. And so it begins on a far off planet, not yet aware of the fate that awaits them.



As the pods opened within craters they had formed in the otherwise green plains of the surface they’d plummeted into. A hand, somewhat tanned, clutched the frame of the opening. A man standing at roughly 5’10” with a fair, but lightly tanned skin complexion, stepped out. He used his free hand to form a visor and shield his eyes from the rays of the bright sun.

“One sun.” He spoke aloud, though it was mostly into the communicator of the scouter that adorned his face. The red lense, positioned before one of his black eyes, gave him a brief reading of the area; nothing nearby, but there were power signatures a few miles east of the location. They were weak. Another docile planet to add to the list. In other words; a bore.

“Hopefully this planet has more to offer than this.” Arkos said as he left his capsule and prepared to move out onto this unsuspecting world. He stepped out to stretch his legs before the rest of the squad accompanying him. He rolled his head around and cracked his knuckles. He wore black, sleeveless full-body jumpsuit. The sleeves extended just past his shoulders, armor clutching his body. It was black, to match his jumpsuit with an off-white trim and a red midsection. His gloves were black and fingerless connecting to black and red wrist guards with a banded pattern reach part way up his forearm. Adorning his feet with white, red tipped boots, typical of the Frieza, but more importantly the Saiyan, battle attire.

The Saiyan began to climb up out of his crater, his sharp eyes surveying the area. There was little more than a quiet intensity to his gaze. He gave off little emotion, as was expected of a warrior when conquering a planet. His tail, brown in color as was typical of the saiyan race remained wrapped tightly around his waist. His hair maintained a spiky, in not utterly unkempt, appearance. It was black all over, save for four red bangs hanging just over the minor widow’s peak he sported just in front of his face. “How should we handle this?” He asked.

“Well, we could try to find the capitol and confront the leader of this world.”
“That’s boring. We should just blow up a couple places and let the authorities come to us.”
“Intelligence gathering would be the ideal course of action.”
“Of course you would say that.”

Squabbling among three of the other four members of the team dispatched rang out in Arkos’s ear. He sighed. He didn’t want to join this pointless squabble. But they had to decide. Preferably, they could learn more about the world and whether it was one in need of such violent tactics. He was always interested in a battle and a powerful opponent, but needlessly pummeling the weak wasn’t his ideal choice of entertainment. Not like other Saiyans or members of Frieza’s Forces. “Decisions, decisions,” he said with a small chuckle and sigh, poking fun as the arguing trio.

Last to exit her pod after the landing, the firm-bodied blue-skinned woman crossed her arms at the sound of her disagreeing squad. Anxiously, she rubbed the material of her fingerless gloves against her arms; A bad habit she had when she was impatient on deciding what to do. Her large, waist-length poofy red hair flowed lightly in what little breeze there was as she exited her pod, and she was growing a bit annoyed fast at the fact that they couldn't make up their minds.

Another impatient trait of hers was tapping her fingers on the black chest plate she wore for armor; It didn't protect much, honestly. Her shoulders were still exposed, and she had a midriff where the armor cut off and where the white buckled baggy pants began; Trailing all the way down her legs and only revealing the ends of the sharp white boots she wore. Her blue eyes scanned the area; Left eye taking note of the information from her scouter, but nothing of real interest was around. What a waste of time; one of them could have dispatched and taken care of this, in her opinion. But they were here now, so they might as well get it over with.

"Weak readings like that aren't very threatening. I suggest a bit of both; We observe for now, and if they get on our nerves or require it, we'll blow them to pieces." Beryl offered a neutral ground, trying to give everyone a bit of what they wanted, just so they could get going faster. Despite her strong front, she was honestly uncomfortable with this work; She didn't like the idea of destroying races, or enslaving them. That mostly came from her own race being enslaved, aside from those who fought back who were killed. Showing second thoughts wasn't smart, though. She didn't want anyone getting upset at her, or worse, reporting her opinions.

She'd be dead, for sure.

"Another vote for the peaceful approach."
"So we'll head for the capitol?"

"For all we know, those low energy readings are coming from the capitol of this dump." Berly replied, disappointment already in her voice.

"If that's the case, we ought to just destroy it! They're too weak to be of use to Lord Frieza."

Beryl shrugged at the comment. That wasn't an incorrect statement... With that amount of energy, whatever was on this planet would be on Frieza's exterminate list easily. Maybe something would spark up some more powerful individuals from this planet, though that was possibly just her daydreaming. She didn't constantly lust for a fight, but honestly if she could get killed without looking like a coward it almost sounded better than working under Frieza. There wasn't any good competition though, and that made it a huge problem.

"Opinions, Arkos? I do believe your input will matter here." The woman questioned, a small smile on her face. That Saiyan tended to stay out of these discussions, but he was strong: His opinion carried a bit of weight, and could probably solidify or shatter her suggestion to the squad. He never seemed as blood-thirsty as the other Saiyans; Most of them gloated about beating down on weak opponents, while he seemed to prefer only picking fights with people who could match him or surpass him. It was some sort of pride thing, she figured, but it made him seem better than most of those irritating apes.

Arkos had taken his time in surveying the areas and trying to scan for any other forms of life. The scouter's range was fairly large, so he know it was likely that the species of this planet were either huddled altogether in a single spot or nomadic. A nomad's life was a simple life. One free of the bonds of servitude. At least in his mind. "Can't you three ever make a decision without a fight?" He finally asked as Beryl exited her pod, the final of his four teammates. He'd expected this outcome. They trio hardly ever listened to Beryl without his input. The two men were rather prideful, though in Arkos's humble opinion, they had no reason to be. And the woman hated that her opinion was generally overshadowed by Beryl's.

Still, though the Saiyan knew that the mission would be much easier were they to simply rampage, he wasn't about to waste what little this planet could have to offer. "We'll head for the reading indicated and check them out. If we are given a reason, we'll destroy them. Otherwise..."

"Figures." The woman, Abbyl, scoffed at the decision.

"Is there a problem?" Arkos questioned her with a stern look. She kept quiet, though he could tell she had a lot she wanted to say. He didn't understand why though. It was a petty matter. After all, it was still technically what she wanted.

"Oh come on! What the hell are these weaklings gonna be good for?" The rather large alien, Namog laughed. "We know what Lord Frieza wants. He'd tell us to destroy this planet and head back as soon as possible."
"That's not a very smart mindset to have." Quamku said almost immediately.
"Heh... nobody ever accused Nagom of being smart."
"Why you lit--"

"That's enough you three." Arkos spoke again. He was patient, but Beryl was not and he could already see she was annoyed. He'd rather not have more trouble on this mission than it was currently worth. "Namog, don't try to act as if there's only one way to handle things. And do not speak for Lord Frieza. You know as well as I he has built his empire on an ever growing mass of servants and resources. It wouldn't make sense not to gather intelligence and see what, if anything, this planet may have to offer." It was true. After all, even after only stepping out of the pods, the group was met with plains covered in grass. The planet was brimming with life beyond what they could pick up on their scouters.

After the brief scolding things were quiet. Arkos sighed and shook his head, slowly floating into the air. "Watch each other's backs. We still don't know enough about the world," he sfinally said before taking off in the direction the scouter had given them, heading for the power signatures of the people. The others would likely follow, so he wasn't worried.

Beryl stayed quiet, allowing Arkos to speak to the others. The Saiyan took control of the situation and mostly settled things down, though the hostility was easy to feel among them still. With so many differing views in Frieza's Forces it was easy for them to get at each-other's throats like this: Once a fight started, the five of them worked fine. But there was always issues beforehand, if they didn't want to just plain eradicate a planet without any observation.

"Wise words as always." She complimented, watching as Arkos took the front and started following the energy they picked up on their scouters. She floated into the air with the others, overhearing grumbling that didn't make her feel assured about the situation.

"Damn lousy Saiyan, thinkin' he's the boss..." Namog complained as he followed after Arkos, Beryl blinking at his tone. Clearly Namog didn't understand that Arkos had a higher power level than most of them by at least a few thousand. If Namog tried to fight Arkos, he'd be the one who died in the end. Beryl knew this for a fact.

Flying along with Abbyl and Quamku to catch up, she ended up flying a bit closer to Abbyl than what would be preferred. The two women didn't really have huge fights, but Abbyl tended to have a jealous approach whenever they conversed.

"Do you enjoy playing as his lapdog?" Abbyl questioned, the toxicity obvious.

"I'm a lapdog for agreeing with the only reasonable person here?" Beryl responded, glaring at her supposed 'comrade'. Arkos made things easier; She'd gladly follow his word over anyone else's as he got things done without making it a pain or dangerous to report in. The last thing she wanted to do was destroy a precious resource and get tortured to death for it. Thankfully Namog was enough of an idiot that she could possibly push it all onto him.

"You're a lapdog because you must be doing something to earn his consideration of your words." Abbyl snapped back, the implications not exactly something Beryl liked.

Beryl rolled her eyes, looking away. "It's called being reliable and open-minded about our work. You should try it instead of trying to push your absolutes on others." Beryl replied somewhat coldly, leading to Abbyl giving her a look of disgust before speeding up, to catch up with Namog.

"Ah, the conflicts of women..." Quamku commented, amused.

Beryl sighed. "Don't you start, too!" She requested, a small laugh coming from her comrade. This was annoying, and somewhat embarrassing now that Quamku was making a joke out of it. Finally, the woman managed to start keeping a lookout for potential threats: Nothing was coming up on the scouter from around them, so things seemed fine so far. Hopefully for their sake it stayed that way, though knowing the rotten luck they had it was only a matter of time before something happened.

She kept an eye on the rear along with Quamku, to assure nothing caught the group off guard. She was also trying to focus ahead on Arkos, though; As she couldn't trust Abbyl and Namog to be keeping a firm lookout with how pissy they were being.

As the group came upon the power source, as indicated by the scouter, a city would come into view. Arkos slowed his pace. He didn't want to risk setting off any possible traps as they neared their destination. He paid little attention to the squabbling of the rest of the group, though he was sure to watch his back. He was sure Abbyl wouldn't make a move given her own cowardice and her lack of combative skill. Namog on the other hand would be as daring. Power meant nothing in the wake of a sneak attack. Especially, if you lowered your guard. Still, what he did hear irritated him. Abbyl's comments were as disrespectful to him as he was sure they were to Beryl. Still, Quamku's interjection was well placed. Of the four he held as much of Arkos's trust as Beryl.

As he continued closer some of the inhabitants of the city came into view. It was relatively well made structurally speaking. It was most certainly not the most advanced of races, but it wasn't underdeveloped either. "Hmmmm," Arkos hummed in thought as he came to a halt. Given the sheer amount of individuals in the area, it was a wonder how the scouter reading was so low. Even if every individual had a power lever below 10, the scouter reading was too low. "It seems the inhabitants of this world may be able to conceal their power level. I don't know how many and to what extent, but be careful." He warned the group.

"Bahahaha, what are you scared?" Namog belted out a hearty laugh only to be met with a stern glare.

"Don't mistake my caution for fear. Only a fool underestimates a potential enemy," Arkos replied as he began to descend into the city. Namog clearly didn't enjoy that.

"He isn't wrong," Quamku chimed in as he followed Arkos. "Fools may not get sick, but they are often the first to die in battle." He chuckled, rubbing salt in the wound of his comrade, though he was most clearly joking.



As Arkos's feet touched the ground he noted the lack of shock on the faces of many of the people traversing the city streets. Beyond that, he noticed the lack of a singular race. The crowds were as diverse of the squad itself, though none mirrors races he currently knew to be part of the Frieza races. Given the lack of reaction to their uniforms and armor, nor their insignia they wore so "proudly," they were not familiar with the Galactic Frieza Army. They likely weren't refugees either. There were shops of all kinds scattered about; food, weaponry, armor. The structures were fairly new based on the lack of wear in the materials which would generally be present even in the most well maintained metals and concrete, though it was mostly metal in the case of this city.

Above the buildings where various signs indicating what the shops were for. They advertised the prime commodities, sales on foods, the most popular restaurants, and most notably, the supposed leader of the people. Based on the signs, the man was was no tyrant. The people were not sullen, nor did they seem depressed under his rule. In fact, they seemed vibrant and as though they were prospering. "Do not threaten anybody. Make no move to attack." He spoke, primarily to Namog, as he stopped at what seemed to be a stand selling news. The stand was run by a fairly old woman, sitting on a very comfortable looking chair behind the counter. He approached calmly and smiled even to show no malice, his expression softening a bit. He spoke to her calmly for a few moments. She seemed to understand, though barely. She spoke softly, but in a quick pace. The scouter worked quickly to translate her speech as Arkos managed to assure her it would.

"This is boring." Abbyl commented under her breath.

After a few more moments he placed a small sum of money on the counter top and picked up what seemed to be a newspaper. He nodded and turned to the group. "We'll gather supplies for now and return to the pods. Maintain radio silence, set your scouters and rendezvous at the pods in two hours."

"This is idiotic. We are the Galactic--"

"Namog. 2 hours. Rendezvous. You are not an individual. You are part of a group. Your actions do not only effect you." Namog clearly didn't like Arkos's decision. Still, he was hoping there wouldn't be trouble later. At least not yet, and not until they were ready. Quamku simply nodded and turned to leave without protest. Abbyl huffed, but didn't say much else as she left herself. And so as each of the three went their own way he turn his head to focus on Beryl. The scouter noted each radio signal cutting after a moment.

Hovering to Arkos' side as they arrived, Beryl observed the city below: Despite the weak power levels, the place seemed civilized enough. They weren't Galactic-Army levels of advanced, but got along well enough. The Saiyan's words about the people below hiding their power levels could have been an accurate statement... They all did seem beyond weak; She wasn't an extremely powerful fighter herself, and her Power Level probably exceeded the majority of the population of the city combined. Kind of crazy to think about...

"This might be interesting, if they are actually hiding something." She added after Quamku's remark, which had amused her a bit. Anything at Namog's expense was usually hilarious, but he didn't seem to be taking it as well. She decided to lay off him as to not get his temper boiling over the top; Namog wasn't above going rogue in her opinion, and if pissed off enough, he might just start killing and risk their lives out of spite. None of them needed that to happen.

"What, do you think they're all going to suddenly become powerful enough to overwhelm Frieza Forces? That's a foolish assumption." Abbyl questioned, the prospect seeming impossible.

Beryl tried to ignore Abbyl, but was getting a bit irritated. She was being aggressive today; More than usual, even. Beryl wasn't sure how much more of it she could take without taking action out of frustration.

Landing with the others, Beryl observed the city and it's people more closely: It reminded her of home, in a way. It'd been awhile since her planet had been taken, but her memories of an easier life remained. Frieza hadn't had much interest in enlisting younger members of the race, so it was lucky for her she lived a fairly long 22 years before being put into Frieza's forces. And those next 3 years that led up to her current situation proved that all of those good years could go downhill real fast.

"I'll keep aggression to a minimum." She responded to Arkos' words, not wanting to stir trouble and upset him. Namog didn't seem to take it terribly well, and Beryl nervously stared at him for a moment, expecting him to explode.

Looking away to distract herself, she noted some smaller aliens, whom she assumed were children, as they ran around and chased after each-other. She cracked a smile as she crossed her arms, honestly enjoying the sight. At one point, that was her; Running around carefree, not a care in the world... She wished she could go back to those times. Though, at this point, there was obviously nothing to go back to. A girl could dream, right? That was about any future she'd have would be; A dream. She'd be stuck in service to Frieza until she was dead, probably. And that thought made her angrier than anything she could describe.

'Cept maybe Abbyl.

As Arkos spelled out their plan, Beryl agreed without protest. As expected, Namog did protest; But was quickly shot down as usual. Okay, the last few times didn't seem terribly risky... But now she was afraid Arkos was pushing their luck. Yeah, Namog usually stood down... But letting him go on his own was a terrible idea. Knowing their luck, he'd go and start beating the hell out of someone and get the group into trouble. He wasn't good at dealing with his temper; The guy always needed an outlet. And that outlet was usually something to punch in the face.

Arms still crossed, she approached Arkos as he looked her way: Expression straight, mixed between her aggression towards those two idiots and the fondness she had for the Saiyan over the rest of the group. She sighed, shaking her head slowly. "You realize Namog can't be trusted alone, don't you?" She questioned, not trying to treat him like he really didn't know, but he seemed okay with letting him wander off. Abbyl and Quamku she could understand; They were a bit more indirect, though Abbyl could be forceful when trying to get her information. Guess they could really only trust Quamku to behave himself. "Shall I go babysit and ensure he doesn't... Be Namog?" She added as another question, figuring it'd be wise to keep her eye on him.

If anything, she could pull Namog away from the city. If he needed to vent, she'd fight him herself; It'd be a good training exercise, anyways. Arkos would probably note that Namog had a bit of an advantage in power against her, but she didn't seem to note it herself: She was capable of taking care of her own business, packing a bit of her own pride, in a way. Certainly nowhere as stubborn or obsessive over combat against strong foes as the Saiyan before her was, however.

"We'll both be pursuing Namog soon." Arkos replied to Beryl calmly as he scanned the paper he'd purchased from the elderly woman. He'd learned a thing or two about the city and the planet as a whole. "But don't sell the people of this world short. They are stronger than they appear." He added as he began to walk, slowly, in the direction Namog had gone. He motioned for his ally to follow. "Truth be told, the history of the nation excites me a bit." He smirked as he walked past shops, occasionally glancing at certain inhabitants. Apparently, there was a rebellion. So, based on how they played things, it was possible that they could take hold of the planet without having to destroy it or threaten it's peace. He explained this and more to Beryl.

There was a generator below powering the city. It was a special technology though. It fed of the energy of the people, all of whom he was sure hadn't volunteered. Additionally, it scanned the surface of the city for energy reading, particularly spikes which would generally occur when an individual unleashed or molded their energy. "For instance," he continued to explain, "if you or I were to unleash our power, create and aura or an energy blast, the system would activate and absorb our energy." Truth be told, he was banking on Namog trying something. Then, he and Beryl could jump in and use the opportunity to win the favor of the people, perhaps even gain an audience with their leader. It was a cruel, somewhat unfair, plan for sure. However, the Saiyan was not above cruelty depending on the circumstances

He continued to recount the planet's need for peace after decades of war, according to the paper and the words of the woman he'd spoken with. "Keep an eye out for Namog. If he does cause a stir I want to subdue him before local authorities." He didn't want to have to explain how Namog died if they went to far. Then, they'd have to take revenge in the name of the Galactic Frieza Army. Lord Frieza wouldn't take kindly to the idea that some unknown race had killed one of his men, no matter how seemingly insignificant the army itself was to him. "I'll need you to trust me if you don't want to destroy this planet completely." He then said in a hushed, but stern, voice. "Do you understand Beryl?"