[center][h1][color=green][u]Continuance[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] > Planet Balsora < 
[sub][b]Still... The Beginning[/b]
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The small group of rebels have begun their meeting. It seems that they cannot decide on what to do. As this is going on the ruler of Balsora has begun his day. A young, idealistic man with hopes of neutrality. His body was embroidered in dark robes, a slight gleam coming from his skin, if you could even call it that. He was encased in an armor fusing to his body. It increased his power in an unnatural way, but it'd been tailor made for him. His clan had worked in developing this bio-organic exoskeleton that would enhance him in almost every possible way. Still, that had come before there fall. It was a last chance, and though it failed during the war, it succeeded in ending it. 

[center][h1][color=Yellow][u]Continuance[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] > Planet Kowloon < 
[sub][b]Moving on[/b]
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Meanwhile, far off in the galaxy laid the planet Kowloon. It was a small planet with little resources left after having been farmed for years by the tyrannical rulers of the PTO, particular by that of the galactic Frieza Army. Kept under the rule of the GFA it has become the home of the newest budding rebellion against them. These once proud and nomadic warrior people were once at one with nature. However, they have learned to adapt and grow stronger to survive the disease and violence brought by Frieza's army as it was colonized. Because of this, they have been corrupted.

And so a man stood above his people. [color=purple][b]"The time has come for war. Some of us may day, but what are a few death to save our people and rid us of the menace that is the Frieza?!"[/b][/color] He roared above the crowd who in turn cheered for his words, a collective war cry building as they steeled themselves for the coming battle. 

[color=purple][b]"Remember! We must fight in order to protect the elders as they call forth our savior!"[/b][/color] The apparent leader screamed above the shouts and cheers. Behind the crowd was a large cavern wherein the elders who'd once served as shamans to connect them to the land. They were cleansing themselves as best as they could, preparing the space for the ceremony. The man who would head the charge into battle as the forces approached growl, a dark look in his eyes. [color=purple][b]"Ready yourselves, for the time comes."[/b][/color] 

[center][h1][color=red][u]A R K O S[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] • Planet Balsora • 
[sub][b]Age 762 (Date Unknown)[/b]
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Arkos listened closely to the words of his comrade and commander. He sighed as he lifted his hand and pressed it to his scouter. He hit a button and glanced around once more. [color=red]"What do you mean?"[/color] He asked Satay before hearing Glaceo chime in. He stayed silent for a moment before sighing as the brief discussion finished. How could he have been compromised? He was scouting. He was going to make sure they could land without it becoming an active war zone. He wasn't coming to attack. Not yet anyway. Still, he'd never say that to Glaceo. He contemplated what to do. If Satay was right, this could be somewhat fortuitous. He could potentially meet with a native of the planet and get some information. Plus, that would provide an idea of whether or not they would be hostile. Not necessarily to the PTO as a whole, but to his group in particular. Well, Glaceo's group. Er... Lord Frieza's. 

The Saiyan took a breath and hummed in thought before sighing and turning to the side. [color=red]"Glaceo sir,"[/color] he paused for a moment as he turned in the direction Satay had given and used his scouter. A weaker power level. It wasn't tiny like many he'd seen, but still not huge. If there was another being there, he couldn't see it. [color=red]"I'm going to engage."[/color] He finally finished the thought. [color=red]"If there is any information to be gained I will attempt to acquire it."[/color] Arkos began to walk in the direction calmly, making no sudden move or aim for attack. [color=red]"Additionally, if they are natives I may be able to negotiate a meeting with a leader."[/color] He knew how much Glaceo loved his diplomacy. It was a win-win whether it resulted in discussion or combat. 

Once Arkos got close enough he would clear his throat. [color=red]"Are you natives of this planet?"[/color] He asked in a rather cut and dry manner. He wasn't one to mince words when it came to duty. This was not a leisurely stroll, nor was it a thrilling battle. Maybe if it were he might have cracked a smile. [color=red]"I'm looking for information. Any you can provide I'm sure will be useful."[/color] He felt it best to speak in a manner that was nonthreatening all the same. After all, moving in a fit of idiocy could very well get the Saiyan killed. And that was one thing he'd learned all to well the importance of back home.