East Military Branch

[DBIL Administrator]

Headed by the notorious Captain Stripe, the East Military Branch stands as a warning to rebellious citizens, for those who enter, never exit.

Surrounding the impenetrable fortress is the East City, not as well known as the West City, but famous in its' own way. Perhaps blending in with the citizens will create possibilities of penetration, but no one has ever tried, restrained by their fear.

Captain Stripe himself is rumored to be as strong as the General Mustfa, Deragth's left hand man, but they are only rumors... Right?

[Brokel]

So this is the East Military Branch, Brokel thought to himself as he looked at the walls that loomed up ahead. This is where oba-chan was being held, by the infamous Captain Stripe. That name rung a bell, but for unknown reasons to Brokel. He shook it off as nothing more than deja vu. Brokel had never been to this side of East City when he lived here, but he always wondered what those tall walls went to.

Well, he'd find out. And he'd save oba-chan, even if it cost him his life. He owed her his life, after all. He took a deep breath and walked through the gates into the East Military branch. He had enough of an understanding from the orders and notes he found on the Hellspawn -whose armor he now wore- to hold up his disguise. That Hellspawn kept one hell of a dark diary, but he'd found where oba-chan was being held from it, and inside the Branch were signs pointing to the different wings. He'd find her quickly, and then either sneak or blast his way to freedom.

Little did he know how profoundly his actions were going to affect the world, for inside the base were a few Resistance agents, also under the guise of military personnel.
(OOC: I can get rid of that last bit if needed, Admin.)

[DBIL Administrator]

Standing watch on both wings were numerous Hellspawn Guards, of the upper class, eying Brokel very intently. There lies a hall in the center, unguarded... promising, but dangerous.

(Short post, but describing the area)

[Calico Nerdani]

Calico was just standing there on guard, bored, after a casual conversation -the most action he saw any day- that basically went "Hey how you doin?" and "I'm fiiine, doin' the usual. Ransacking, killing, spreading fear and chaos, yada yada yada."

He thought working for the resistance would be more... actiony! But no, he was set up as an undercover Hellspawn watchdog...... well, watch-cat, but the point was there. Calico scratched at his neck. He needed a shower. And to call his mom. And some real food. And a new pair of shoes. And maybe a nice girl or two.......

Then all of a sudden some hotshot guy barges in the front door, lookin' all conspicuous with his clean hair and eyes lookin' all over the place. When did Hellspawn shower? Hell, when did they have time to shower? Calico stunk, and he wasn't even a real Hellspawn! And that guy definitely didn't look like a Hellspawn. There was too smart of a glint in his eyes.

Speaking of eyes, Calico narrowed his at the newcomer, who stood there not even eight feet away from him. He decided he'd follow Ole Grey Eyes, and try to make sure he didn't get into too much trouble.

But alas! It was already too late to do anything, for obviously the Hellspawn knew something Calico didn't, and sprung on the man before Calico knew what was going on. Calico did what he had to and jumped on top too, mainly because he needed to blend in but also because dogpiles are fun! Even for a cat.

[Brokel]

Right when Brokel entered the doors something was immediately wrong. He barely had time to look around before he was jumped by about five different Hellspawns! He punched and kicked wildy, fought with tooth and nail, tried to fire some ki blasts, but was too overwhelmed and was pinned before he knew it, and bludgeoned into unconsciousness....

He woke up hours later in his dusky, dark cell. Every part of his body hurt, especially where they'd hit him with electro-batons. Even his guts hurt. Nothing was broken by the grace of good fortune, although one of his eyes was swollen nearly shut.He closed his eyes and focused his Ki Sight, for it was too dark and he was too tired to look around in vain. There were two others in his cell. One, chained to the ground, was distinctly different from any he'd met before. Then again, he'd really only met humans, demons, and the rare other Saiyan.

The other was Oba-Chan.

He painfully crawled over to her, and groped in the darkness for her hand.

"Oba-Chan!" He rasped. "Oba-Chan, wake up!" He finally found her hand. Her hand moved slightly, as if to acknowledge he was there.

"Ah, young-un," She whispered, her voice a dry withery sound. "Why'd yeh come lookin' for this ole bat?" Her voice was resigned, and she took a whispy breath. "I'd raw yer hide if I could right now," she said with a motherly sternness that stung softly. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, young-un. I'm gonna make sure you git out of here. I'm ole, and near the end of my ride. Beat closer by that big one, Stripe. He tried whippin' what I didn't know out of me. It's alright, 'cause I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. And you're one of em."

A small cackle rang out as she pressed something into Brokel's hand. "Now put that in yer mouth, but don't chew or swaller it 'till yer in the trial room. Stripe tole me he was gonna make an example of you an that little lady over there. Now, don't ask why, but I got a feelin' yer gonna make it just fine. I feel it in my gut, young-un, now lemme get some more sleep. I need more sleep before the next daily beatin'."

Brokel closed his eyes too, slipping into fitful oblivion until the cell door opened, and he was dragged to his feet and out of the cell.