The planet, once a hub of life and growing prosperity thanks to being taken under control by the Planet Trade Organization, had been reduced to a nightmarish landscape. Bojack's pirate crew had descended upon it like vultures, hungry for chaos and destruction. The sky, once painted with vivid hues of blue, was now a canvas of death and despair. Bojack, their ruthless leader, stood at the heart of the devastation, his greenish-blue skin glistening ominously in the eerie, crimson glow of burning structures.
"Behold my power," Bojack declared, his voice dripping with arrogance as he raised his arms to the heavens. "This planet, like so many before it, crumbles before my might. The Planet Trade Organization calls itself the ruler of the universe. I haven’t seen anything worthy of note." Amidst the chaos, Zangya moved with boredom, her entire appearance giving off a sense of stoicism. Her radiant blue skin was a stark contrast to the burning flames around her. She darted through the city streets like a young woman on a leisurely stroll, her azure eyes cold and indifferent as she blasted innocent survivors to ash.
Bujin, the most mischievous of the crew, seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. He would play with any survivor he could find with his Psycho Threads. When they ceased to bring him any more entertainment, they would be drained of their life force before he moved on to the next.
"Where is he?" A defender murmured, sweat trickling down their face. "I can't see him." A mocking whisper accompanied Bujin's sudden appearance behind them. "I'm right here." Their body was tightly bound as his energy threads captured them.
As the energy-draining force began to take hold, the victim's agony was evident in every contour of their face and every strained muscle. Their skin, once vibrant and full of life, now turned pallid and lifeless, as if the very essence of their being was being siphoned away. Their eyes, filled with light and vitality, dulled. The whites of their eyes reddened, and dark circles formed beneath them. Every labored breath was like a desperate gasp for survival. Their voice, once strong and clear, now wavered, reduced to a faint, raspy whisper, begging for release from this unrelenting torment. Their body became a mere husk of its former self. Muscles atrophied, skin clung tightly to bone. It was a slow, excruciating death.
The duo of Bido and Kogu reveled in the mayhem. With wild abandon, they tore through buildings and lives, their laughter as unhinged as their actions. Bido's laughter rumbled like thunder as he swung his thick muscular arms, sending debris flying. "This is what real power looks like!" he roared. In their wake, the city lay in ruins. The remnants of buildings smoldered and collapsed, while fires raged unchecked. Panic and despair reigned, and the once-thriving metropolis now echoed with the cries of the wounded and the dying.
Bojack's crew continued their rampage, heedless of the suffering they had caused. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the desolation, Bojack's crew pressed forward, their sadistic dance of destruction far from its climax. The crew's cruelty knew no bounds, and the planet's inhabitants clung to the desperate hope that someone, something, would stop this reign of terror.
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As the chaos and destruction raged on, the planet's defenders huddled in makeshift shelters, trembling in fear. Families clung to one another, seeking solace and safety in the midst of the chaos. The cries of children, confused and terrorized, mingled with the sobs of adults who had witnessed the world they knew crumble into ruin. One woman, her face streaked with soot and tears, clutched her child tightly, shielding them from the horrors outside. "It'll be okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the tumult. "The Planet Trade Organization will come. They'll stop this madness." But hope was a fragile thing, and the arrival of Bojack's crew had shattered it like glass. How could anyone stand against such overwhelming power?
In a hidden corner of the ruined city, a group of resistance fighters gathered, their faces grim with despair. They were not part of the military but ordinary citizens who had chosen to make a stand against the invading pirates. They prepared to confront Bojack's crew with whatever weapons they could find.
"Remember why we fight," one of the resistance leaders declared, their voice ringing with conviction. "We fight for our homes, for our families, and for our planet. We will not let them take everything from us without a fight."
As the resistance fighters moved to face the approaching menace, one of their scouts darted back with urgent news. "They’re still separate, but it’s hopeless! We don’t stand a chance!" The leader's jaw tightened. "We may not, but we'll buy time for anyone who can survive until the PTO responds. Every second counts."
Back at the heart of the destruction, Bojack's crew had split into smaller groups, sowing chaos across different parts of the planet. Zangya, with her chilling poise, had cornered a group of survivors. They huddled together, trembling beneath her icy gaze. "Please," one of them stammered, "We have families. Children. Spare us." Zangya regarded them with dispassionate eyes. "That has nothing to do with me." The survivors' pleas fell on deaf ears as the bluish-skinned terror advanced. Her hands crackled with energy as she prepared to unleash a beam of energy from her palms.
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The resistance fighters engaged in a fierce, uneven battle against the formidable foes. Their courage was undeniable, but they were hopelessly outmatched. Bojack's crew fought with a casual cruelty. The very act of resistance amused them. As the battle raged on, the wounded cried out, and those who could still stand fought with everything they had. The planet's inhabitants refused to surrender their world without a fight, even if the odds were stacked impossibly against them.
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Across the cosmos, the actions of Bojack's crew had not gone unnoticed. Among the few factions that governed the universe, one newly remade power held a precarious grip on dominance – the Frieza Force. Apart of a vast empire that spanned countless planets across the universe, its influence was felt far and wide. In the wide halls of their mighty spaceship, soldiers of the Frieza Force scurried like ants, preparing for a battle they could hardly fathom. Their polished weaponry shone with an almost eerie luminosity as they received their orders. They were a formidable force, disciplined and well-trained. Yet, they were also keenly aware of the insurmountable power that now threatened the lives of innocents. Captain Rekon, a battle-hardened warrior, his armor bearing the scars of countless invasions, addressed his troops with an air of grim resolve. "Men, we got a duty to uphold. We got hostiles invading one of the planets under our control. The Frieza Force’s reputation must be maintained, and we are the enforcers of that reputation. Today, we confront a group of space pirates stronger than some of the Ginyu Force. But do not despair. Recently the eggheads created some useful toys that even soldiers like us with low battle power can use to match with stronger foes."
His words found resonance in the hearts of his troops. They were eager to put these new weapons to the test, to see if they could truly punch above their weight level. It’s been a while since they’ve seen some real action. The universe has been far too peaceful ever since Turles took over. Not everyone in the Frieza Force was exactly happy about that. As the enormous spaceship descended upon the planet, the soldiers inside prepared to face the storm. Power levels were checked, weapons were charged, and armor was equipped. They had been dispatched to confront an enemy whose reputation was relatively unknown, but their powers were incredible. Very few people in the universe could tout a power level of 99,999+.
The entrance ramp of the mothership descended with a metallic hiss, and the soldiers marched out in formation. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and their determined strides echoed across the ruined city. They were going to have some fun even if they might die. After all, it’s been too long, and peace wasn’t exactly the most exciting. In their advance, the soldiers witnessed the full extent of Bojack's crew's terror. Buildings lay in rubble, and smoke billowed from the craters where once there were bustling streets. The cries of survivors and the sounds of energy attacks reverberated through the air. It was a scene of utter chaos and devastation.
"Captain, are you sure whatever this thing is will be good enough?"
"I don’t know, but if Lord Turles trusts it, I will." Captain Rekon replied, his voice steady. "You idiots better have sent the signal to Captain Abo and Captain Kado. If not, we might die here for nothing."
The enemy had become aware of their presence. Zangya's piercing gaze locked onto the approaching Frieza Force, her bluish-skinned form standing out in the sea of fire and corpses. Bujin stared in their direction with a smirk on his face. Bido and Kogu, the brutal maniacs, paused in their destructive mayhem to face the oncoming troops. The standoff was momentary, a tense silence hanging over the battlefield. Then, in an instant, Bojack's crew rushed toward the Frieza Force. “FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!” Captain Rekon shouted.
All at once, pulsating rays of temporal energy fired forward toward the Galactic Warriors. Bojack, Bido, Bujin, and Kogu were all hit by the rays before they could descend on the soldiers. The soldiers were speechless as they saw the four slowed to a crawl. It was as if their bodies were set in slow motion. They could see the astonished eyes of Bojack and his crew. “ONE IS STILL NOT HIT! ONE OF YOU IDIOTS, TARGET HER BEFORE SHE WIPES US OUT!” Captain Rekon shouted, also waking Zangya, who was in a stupor.
Zangya’s figure disappeared as soon as they turned to aim at her. “Captain! She sped off across the planet!” A soldier relayed after checking his scouter. “Damn it! Alright, cuff these bastards with the energy-sealing cuffs. And hurry up now before they start thinking of how to escape!” Captain Rekon ordered.
The soldiers tactically ensured someone was always pointing their temporal ray gun at each member of the pirate crew. Orders were shouted, and men were moving into high gear. These pirates were stronger than most of the Ginyu Force if their scouters were correct. They couldn’t afford to be negligent.
The Galactic Warriors were helpless to resist even with their great power. They were cuffed and had their ki drained, making them weaker. Although they were certainly weaker than before, the scouters still showed their power level at 99,999+. “Do not let up on the weapons! They can still wipe us all out! I want scouters on the female pirate! She can ruin everything if we aren't careful!” Captain Rekon shouted.
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Elsewhere, Abo and Kado received a distress signal on their scouters. The message was concise but conveyed the urgency of the situation: a planet was under attack, and the Frieza Force was engaging a force of unimaginable power. It was a call to arms, and they were the closest response available. Abo looked at his brother, his expression resolute. "We've got work to do, Kado. These idiots are our idiots now, and we can't let just anyone mess with them." Kado nodded in agreement, his eyes ready to have some fun. "Let's teach these pirates that the Frieza Force isn’t one to mess with." They hopped in their spaceships and flew to the location sent to them by the Frieza Force.