Dolly: *appears in front of you*
oh it is my strange friend
*using my speed a pull the muscle in the limb to get a hold of your throat and pick you off your feet and hold a tight grip on you*
now who's over your squadron?...I would be pleased to know ^_^
*I do all this with only your cut off arm*
"Please!" The alien shouts, wincing in pain. "Lo-Lord Frieza!" He bites his lower lip, having had enough of this planet and the inhabitants.
A ship the size of a small moon sails through a solar system at break neck speeds. It being a standard disc like model of the Planet Trade Corporations, with level upon level stacked rather than focus on horizontal growth. Large, but significantly smaller ships begin to dock and hook up on the sides of the massive vessel.
Inside of it, an entire civilization is thriving. From cheap bars or lonely brothels for soldiers who come back from dangerous missions. To those who brought their families alone and live in peaceful hubbles. The ship, Final Eclipse, aptly named for the terror it use to bring when actively used in planetary raids and wars. When other species could rival the Changelings empire in terms of technology and reliance.
Inside the ship, the head quarters of the entire mechanical beast being located several layers in and towards the center. Where currently the Emperor, Cold, was seated with a room the size of some homes. Filled with technicians, high ranking scientists, military leaders and even politicians. Among those present was the red haired witch, Mito Uzumaki. Much to the Emperors annoyance.
"Lord Frieza had disappeared on earth, with confirmation of three relatively high power levels around his." An alien with a unique color of hair, teal with stripes of red, began. His old, crinkly skin shifting uncomfortable as he shoved holograms aside.
"Frieza - Lord Frieza, is approximately this powerful when in his strongest state." He pointed to a long, purple bar. "The others had ones of comparable strengths. Two of which surpassed his own. Though, we suspect the latter only did this when our Lord was running dry. Nothing to scoff at." He paused, reaching for a glass of water and guzzling it down quickly.
Moving a hand to his mouth, wiping away the moisture the alien continued. "Our cannons at their maximum on Final Eclipse can reach a power of nearly half Lord Frieza's when he is not powered up. This is insufficient to deal any damage to these beings once they prepare for a fight. Our best hope is to use this on their planet and pray that Lord Frieza survives." He finished his lecture, returning to a seat far down the table.
No one dared to speak. Little were brave enough to do so in the presence of Cold. It didn't help that the tall and horned Changeling looked all the worse. Stealing glances at Mito as the presentation was going on.
"Unacceptable, we cannot risk Lord Frieza's safety. I can confirm his survival, but the level of power he holds wouldn't be enough to resist a planet's explosion." She paused, her violet eyes looking across the table.
"The only other suggestion is to use biological means to defeat them. From what little we know - No disgrace or insult being given, my Lord - Of Lord Frieza and Emperor Cold's race. They're able to endure insane amounts of radiation. Our flag ships are capable of producing and dropping Nuclear grade weaponry or even fusion cells from the reactors. This will be more than enough to cause a swift and devastating change to the planet." A white haired and thick bearded Lizard hissed out, scratching against the table as he put forth his own suggestion.
"How long will that take, exactly?" The Emperor asked.
"Twelve to fourteen weeks for all life to be exterminated and for the pollution of the planet to finish, your highness."
Shaking his head, causing a glare from the lights to bounce off his horns, Cold responded. "And in that time these Saiyans, stronger than my son, can destroy any ship that gets near Earth and reduces your little science experiment to nothing but debris. Next suggestion."
All of those present were deathly still, nothing seemed to please their Lord. And, with a temper as quick and changing as his skin does. Everyone acknowledged he could kill them on a whim or a bad suggestion.
"Invasion won't work, we will send our men to the slaughter, our ship destroyed. And likely be stranded their with Frieza." Mito spoke up, taking everyone's attention.
"Destroying the planet will kill Frieza, and anything that isn't immediate will risk endangering our Lord's life and our own. It's quite obvious what we must do," She said with a tug of a smile. Gloating that she had an idea, one she thought to be marvelous, while these trained killers and professionals in sciences she couldn't comprehend cowered.
"Mars, a planet easily able to be made sustainable with a small Geomorphing party sent there. We lure the Saiyans there under the guise of a truce, a negotiation. As that occurs, King Cold and I will personally meet them and incapacitate them. Once that is done, we blow the planet with the ships cannons and fly to Earth to free Frieza."
"You suggest these Saiyans will have the honor to face us, me?" Cold growled.
"I suggest that their hunger for battle will drive them to fight us, you." Mito corrected.
Silence once more fell over the room. "Let it be done, I want a team sent to this world right away. Make sure to concentrate efforts on Oxygen and that alone. Liquid water and vegetation is not required nor wanted. Algae will suffice." He ordered out, marching out the room with his cape blazing behind him.
Mito could only manage a smirk as her plan was set forth.
On Earth, Frieza roused from his deep slumber. Finding the energy in him to shakily walk from the cave. With a huff, he pushed forward. Intent on leaving this damnable landscape and hopefully hitch a ride on their space ships. They had to have something, they were on Namek!
"I will murder that blue little bastard next opportunity I am gifted. Goku's little spawns won't be spared, oh no no. I will throttle them into the next life. They will regret this!" He would often repeat to himself, with differing threats or promises of what he would do. Keeping this up for hours as he eventually left the waste land and entered a more recognizable location.
"The mountain! The ship, they left me?! How dare they! Those cowards!" He roared, in his anger he reached out to a tree and whipped it with his tail. The old oak being sent several yards, roots clear from the ground.
"I suspected they would do such a thing, but to discover that they didn't even offer resistance? Or a ship in the off chance I was still in fact alive?" He grabbed the side of his head, frustration clouding his thoughts as he unconsciously raised his power for a split second.
"My original goal is set, then. Discover where the Earthling keep their own vessels and procure it."