Everyday is a New Day (Brokel)

[DBIL Administrator]

Everyday is a New Day

An average red skied day was the setting of invasion. On every sign post in every city sits a rather ordinary poster, one that demands the complete and utter extinction of the Saiya-jin race. Spurred on by the reward; a training session with Lord Deragth, many demons and humans alike have taken up the call to arms.

A man (Name withheld upon request) was aware of a young Saiya-jin's existence, aged at around nineteen by now, and immediately reported his whereabouts to the branch commander; General Mustaf who went on to order an invasion of what once was his residence.

A battalion of troops arrived at a small villa, perhaps capable of housing two people at the most, surrounded by the disgusting sight of flowers and live plants. Storming the villa, no sign of any Saiya-jin was found, and so the inhabitant, an elderly woman was forcefully taken to base for questioning, even torture if necessary, the house was now under strict watch by a unit of average Hellspawn soliders. Perhaps this method would draw out the Saiya-jin... If he even existed...

[Brokel]

Brokel pulled his eyebrows together as he approached oba-chan's house. Still out of sight, but close, he sensed several unfamiliar, hostile presences, and oba-chan was nowhere in the house. He racked his mind on these things as he approached the mouth of the small, dark alley.

Dropping the packet of money he held, Brokel slinked onto the ground and crawled behind the trash can, and peeked around just enough to look into the house. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as a Hellspawn came into view.

Hellspawn? Why were they there? The old lady didn't have any contraband, Brokel thought to himself as he slunk backwards into the alley. He rose to his knees and stared absent-mindedly at a wall, his mind somewhere else.

When the wall came into his focus again, he spotted a rather mundane poster, made of subdued colors, with an ultimatum of extinguishing the last of some race. On the poster was a depiction, a drawing little morethan a stick figure.

But the picture brought the point across well enough.

Because the picture had a tail.

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"Alright, that's the end of my shift, I'm finished with this pathetic dump, the Saiyan won't appear, his kind is a bunch of smart monkeys."

One of the stationed guards, no taller than five feet walked through the narrow alley, in the opposite direction from the house. It seemed that he was overjoyed to be leaving his station as he was half way to skipping through the alley.

Noticing a small pouch on the ground, the armored soldier did not hesitate to run over and grab it, ignoring his surroundings. Opening the pouch, money came into view, and a lot of it too, indeed, this was the soldier's lucky day, for it was the end of his seventy two hour shift, and the finding of money.

"I guess it was worth coming to this dump!"

The soldier exclaimed before continuing his stride toward the end of the alley, the pouch held firmly in his hand.

[Brokel]

Brokel stepped silently out of the shadows above the Hellspawn, on a roof of one of the smaller buildings. The metal coins glinted dimly in his hand as he readied the pouch of Dragon's Breath, a combination of potent herbs designed to hypnotize, loosen the tongue, and stop the heart. By the time the Hellspawn's heart stopped, Brokel hoped he'd have some valuable information.

He let loose the coins, leading the Hellspawn so they'd land in his path. The Hellspawn had only to look up to see where the coins had come from, and Brokel would have him in his trap.

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The familiar ting sound that money created during impact with a surface rung in the Hellspawn soldier's ear. Rotating his head three hundred and sixty degrees to find the coins, he found them directly in front. A wasted movement, the rotation cause a slight ache in the back of the soldier's unnaturally flexible neck.

Groaning slightly, the Hellspawn's pain was overcome by the realization that the money was directly in front, no owner to kill, just money... A present from the sky.

"Finally my good deeds have been rewarded... After all, massacring that extended family was hard work, not even mentioning the difficulty involved in dragging that cougar of a herbalist that lives in the hellhole that is the house behind me!"

Indeed, this soldier had a habit of talking to himself and thinking aloud, perhaps due to the craziness that old age had brought him, but he was nonetheless wicked, that was one trait that would never fade.

Suddenly, something came to mind... Where the hell did that money come from?!

Looking upwards, the Hellspawn made out a humanoid silhouette, an intruder no question. Remembering the protocol, and the procedure of dealing with intruders, the Hellspawn hesitated before making his threat,

"THIS PLACE IS PRIVATE PROPERTY! I DON'T GIVE A d**n WHO THE HELL YOU ARE, BUT YOU'D BETTER GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I BLAST YOUR ASS OFF!"

[Brokel]

The Dragon's Breath was already wafting down towards the Hellspawn's upturned face. Boy, did he have a loud mouth. Very good at protocols too. Brokel stepped out of the shadows and sat on the edge of the building, a malignant grin taking up his features.He swung his feet in a childlike fashion, the draft from his feet accelerating the Dragon's Breath's descent.

"I give ya dem coins, sah. I jus need ta know, whatchu do with that ol' ladeh in that yondeh house?" Brokel asked, disguising his voice with a local accent and a gruff edge.

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"WHAT?! WHY WOULD I TELL YOU THA-"

Before he could finish his defiant sentence, a strange happening befell the the Hellspawn, lots of lights started to appear in his eyes, the alley and its' surrounding buildings becoming taller and wider.

Unable to concentrate the soldier recalled the time when he had this feeling, the time when he was... DRUGGED?!

"WHAT THE HECK DI- YOU DO T'ME?!"

Finally, the feeling begun to intensify, and his pulse started to slow...

"West... Military... Branch... C...Captain... Str.. Str... Str.

The Hellspawn tried again to say the name of the captain...

"Captain..."

Passing out and falling to the ground, blood leaked from his mouth, as he lay on the dirty floor in a heap, the coins that he had been holding now dropping on the ground. There was no mistake that this man was dead...

[Brokel]

"Captain who!" Brokel shouted through clenched teeth. He was already down by the Hellspawn's side, the antidote clenched in his back teeth. He shook the Hellspawn vainly, and processed what he did learn.

West Military Branch.
Brokel searched the body quickly, taking any papers and retrieving the pouch and coins. There was little on the body, just some lists and orders, but he took them anyway, intent on reading over them later. Brokel shivered a little and stuffed for of the antidote chew in his mouth. The Dragon's Breath had worked faster than usual, the killing part of it at least.
Taking the body onto his shoulder, he stole down the alley to dump it in the nearby sewer.
A dead body in a sewer wasn't an unusual thing to see, but Brokel took the armor and stashed it so the patrols wouldn't investigate it.

His mind strayed to the poster again as he walked down the crowded streets towards where he had stashed the armor after dumping the body, and he suddenly became self conscious about his tail.

Who had seen his tail, other than oba-chan? She wouldn't have been taken away if she were the one to report it. So someone else must have. But who? That, he speculated, would have to be found out later. He turned down the narrow, inconspicuous alley. He found the armor where he had left it, stashed under the old blankets some hobos probably used.

He had thought of it before, that the Hellspawn was similar to his build. Brokel traced the insignia on the armor as he contemplated how to get into the West Branch, and figured it was worth a shot.

He donned the Hellspawn armor, making sure to conceal his tail under the wide armored belt. He sat against the alley wall, and read the orders and looked at the map. It was not long before he put his pack on and set off to the West Branch. He walked down the streets like any Hellspawn on his way to work, shoving passers-by and spitting on the ground.

He fit in just fine among the actual Hellspawn.