Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prelude ❯ Slaughter ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 107 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.14.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 107 | Status: Completed
The plan was simple, take out the faction with the stronger military, that way the other would fall without much problem. The stronghold of that military base lay in an immense desert area. The wind and sandstorms were much comparable to that of the Turbulent Desert on Saiya-Jin, sometimes, even stronger. That day turned out to be quite calm. Visibility was unlimited as the entire Saiya-Jin landed on the surface. They were roughly twenty five miles off and yet, they could see the fortress, standing intrepidly against the harsh desert weather, the glare making vision wavy and distorted. Their lack of knowledge of energy manipulation gave the Paxians the ultimate dissadvantage as the relied on artillery and bombs.
The light barrage sqadron lined up, almost like archers in the medival ages would, making so everyone had a clear shot at the fortification.
"Ready blasts!" The Field Hetris commanded. Everyone of them complied and extened their hands toward the building, a ball of energy waiting to be unleashed against the foe.
"Fire!"
Immediately, the energy was released, and with an unstoppable force, made it to the walls of the stronghold within moments.
The Field Hetris pulled out binocular-looking instrument and peered at the building. From the looks of it, the first assualt did little to nothing except of course made the enemy aware of someone's existence in the desert.
The Hetris tapped into his earpiece and reported, "Mercenti, first vollie completed. Minimal damage seen. Enemy is now aware of us."
"Ready the melee squadron, legions one through one hundred."
"Yes, Sir!" He tapped it again, "Attention melee squadron, ready legions one through one hundred for attack."
Suddenly, a small boom was heard of in the distance. Smoke rose from a seemingly small mobile vehicle. Everyone heard whistling. It was coming from the distance, but no onw knew what it was. Since the Saiya-Jin were only trained in the art of energy manipulation, they never encountered such primitive weaponry. The whistling got louder with each passing moment. Another boom was heard, along with a second whistle.
"Stand your ground!"
They concurred as it got ever so nearer. Suddenly, there was an explosion. Ten Saiya-Jin fell to the ground, two definitely dead, others wounded. The second hit, taking out three more, wounding several.
"Open fire!" The Hetris commanded.
Every out of anger and shock released more blasts, raining explosion energy upon the foe.
"Melee squadron, attack!"
Instantly, SSJ2's and 3's jumped out from behind the light barrage squadron, flying with anger in their heads and adrenaline pouring into their veins like liquid fire. Moments after they were released, turrets activated on the stronghold and fired more vollies at the Saiya-Jin, and quite frankly, they were insulted. The missile attacks moved slower than most old men back on Planet Saiya-Jin, and were easily evaded. Men were deployed outside the fortress and began using laser weapons, which to the strike force was indeed a laughable matter. The other side, however, was in hopeless chaos when they found that the new found enemy was not from this planet. The aliens seemed to float above the ground as they flew towards the base with incredible speed, most had gold hair and green eyes, though some had blue eyes with pupils. Those of course were the ones with gold hair done to the lower back. They just seemed to repel their laser attacks and dodged the missiles. The situation was hopeless as many soldiers soiled their pants, and not for the first time either.
The Saiya-Jin finally reached the stronghold and began to tear the defenses to shreds. Anything that moved and didn't have golden hair was killed on sight. The machinery they were using was sluggish and lightly armored, at least to the Saiya-Jin. They took pleasure in catching what it fired at them, only to rip open the hull and throw the explosive into the hulk. After the outer defenses were completely obliterated, they began to destroy to armoring of the fortress itself. They incinerated the shelling and ran rampant through the building like a deluge of hellfire. They completely razed the building leaving no one alive. They played with, and tortured those for pure pleasure, giving them dishonorable deaths. It was like an apocalypse that couldn't be stopped.
"Mercenti! Order your troops to stop now!" Martek commanded.
"Why? They're just doing their job." The Mercenti spat back in a malicious tone.
Martek rushed up to him and grabbed it collar. He brought him face to face, leaving almost no space between the Saiya-Jin's faces. The Mercenti's medals clanked agianst his chest as fear set into him. Martek finally spoke to him, "The next time you speak to me with disrespect, I will tear your skin off, then feed it to you. You will address me as Legend, and you will always give me respect. Do I make myself clear Mercenti?" Martek declared. The Mercenti nodded out of fear alone.
"Now, order your men to stop now. I know they have to fight, but this is crossing the line."
"What do you mean, err.. Legend?"
"I mean this could have been over long ago, but your men are playing with them, torturing them, prolonging their suffering. Call off your men!"
"Yes, Legend."
"That's enough!" The Field Hetris commanded into his earpiece. Slowly, the Saiya-Jin emerged from the buring building, each one a horror to behold.
They were all stained in blood, a dark red color, most had it all over their arms, while others on their faces. Martek transported himself down to the planets surface to see exactly what was down. The sight of those who emerged from the building made Martek's stomach cringe, wanted him to disgorge its contents. Martek could still sense Saiya-Jin in the building, diligently beating the life out of his enemy, slowly, and in some cases, raping. Martek stood next to the Field Hetris gazing in wonder at the razed fortress. When the Field Hetris became aware of his presence, he bowed to him, "Legend," He said, "First attack was a success. Five causalties..."
"I know."
"Yes, Legend."
"What have I done?" Martek said in a sorrowful tone.
"Legend?"
"What was fought here today was no war."
"I do not understand, Legend."
"This was no war, it was slaughter."
Another 'blah' chapter. what i was trying to convey was they werent exactly fighting a war, basically they were committing genocide. Its like when somethign is soooo one sided, its not even funny how bad thigs are going to turn out, ... yeah thats it.
-ApocalypseBlade
The light barrage sqadron lined up, almost like archers in the medival ages would, making so everyone had a clear shot at the fortification.
"Ready blasts!" The Field Hetris commanded. Everyone of them complied and extened their hands toward the building, a ball of energy waiting to be unleashed against the foe.
"Fire!"
Immediately, the energy was released, and with an unstoppable force, made it to the walls of the stronghold within moments.
The Field Hetris pulled out binocular-looking instrument and peered at the building. From the looks of it, the first assualt did little to nothing except of course made the enemy aware of someone's existence in the desert.
The Hetris tapped into his earpiece and reported, "Mercenti, first vollie completed. Minimal damage seen. Enemy is now aware of us."
"Ready the melee squadron, legions one through one hundred."
"Yes, Sir!" He tapped it again, "Attention melee squadron, ready legions one through one hundred for attack."
Suddenly, a small boom was heard of in the distance. Smoke rose from a seemingly small mobile vehicle. Everyone heard whistling. It was coming from the distance, but no onw knew what it was. Since the Saiya-Jin were only trained in the art of energy manipulation, they never encountered such primitive weaponry. The whistling got louder with each passing moment. Another boom was heard, along with a second whistle.
"Stand your ground!"
They concurred as it got ever so nearer. Suddenly, there was an explosion. Ten Saiya-Jin fell to the ground, two definitely dead, others wounded. The second hit, taking out three more, wounding several.
"Open fire!" The Hetris commanded.
Every out of anger and shock released more blasts, raining explosion energy upon the foe.
"Melee squadron, attack!"
Instantly, SSJ2's and 3's jumped out from behind the light barrage squadron, flying with anger in their heads and adrenaline pouring into their veins like liquid fire. Moments after they were released, turrets activated on the stronghold and fired more vollies at the Saiya-Jin, and quite frankly, they were insulted. The missile attacks moved slower than most old men back on Planet Saiya-Jin, and were easily evaded. Men were deployed outside the fortress and began using laser weapons, which to the strike force was indeed a laughable matter. The other side, however, was in hopeless chaos when they found that the new found enemy was not from this planet. The aliens seemed to float above the ground as they flew towards the base with incredible speed, most had gold hair and green eyes, though some had blue eyes with pupils. Those of course were the ones with gold hair done to the lower back. They just seemed to repel their laser attacks and dodged the missiles. The situation was hopeless as many soldiers soiled their pants, and not for the first time either.
The Saiya-Jin finally reached the stronghold and began to tear the defenses to shreds. Anything that moved and didn't have golden hair was killed on sight. The machinery they were using was sluggish and lightly armored, at least to the Saiya-Jin. They took pleasure in catching what it fired at them, only to rip open the hull and throw the explosive into the hulk. After the outer defenses were completely obliterated, they began to destroy to armoring of the fortress itself. They incinerated the shelling and ran rampant through the building like a deluge of hellfire. They completely razed the building leaving no one alive. They played with, and tortured those for pure pleasure, giving them dishonorable deaths. It was like an apocalypse that couldn't be stopped.
"Mercenti! Order your troops to stop now!" Martek commanded.
"Why? They're just doing their job." The Mercenti spat back in a malicious tone.
Martek rushed up to him and grabbed it collar. He brought him face to face, leaving almost no space between the Saiya-Jin's faces. The Mercenti's medals clanked agianst his chest as fear set into him. Martek finally spoke to him, "The next time you speak to me with disrespect, I will tear your skin off, then feed it to you. You will address me as Legend, and you will always give me respect. Do I make myself clear Mercenti?" Martek declared. The Mercenti nodded out of fear alone.
"Now, order your men to stop now. I know they have to fight, but this is crossing the line."
"What do you mean, err.. Legend?"
"I mean this could have been over long ago, but your men are playing with them, torturing them, prolonging their suffering. Call off your men!"
"Yes, Legend."
"That's enough!" The Field Hetris commanded into his earpiece. Slowly, the Saiya-Jin emerged from the buring building, each one a horror to behold.
They were all stained in blood, a dark red color, most had it all over their arms, while others on their faces. Martek transported himself down to the planets surface to see exactly what was down. The sight of those who emerged from the building made Martek's stomach cringe, wanted him to disgorge its contents. Martek could still sense Saiya-Jin in the building, diligently beating the life out of his enemy, slowly, and in some cases, raping. Martek stood next to the Field Hetris gazing in wonder at the razed fortress. When the Field Hetris became aware of his presence, he bowed to him, "Legend," He said, "First attack was a success. Five causalties..."
"I know."
"Yes, Legend."
"What have I done?" Martek said in a sorrowful tone.
"Legend?"
"What was fought here today was no war."
"I do not understand, Legend."
"This was no war, it was slaughter."
Another 'blah' chapter. what i was trying to convey was they werent exactly fighting a war, basically they were committing genocide. Its like when somethign is soooo one sided, its not even funny how bad thigs are going to turn out, ... yeah thats it.
-ApocalypseBlade