Crusher Corps.

And hey! I even have some WIP art to prove it!

Im getting to a place where I can balance comic creation with my job. It wasnt just a false promise. This year is going to be my bitch. 😤

Of course Its not in the form of RP.

BUT, just because I don’t have time to write, doesn’t mean I can’t use my blog for other things.

I’m returning to be able to post my Turles Backstory comic (Name pending), and maybe do some Drawing Asks and maybe make this an Ask Turles blog!

So stay tuned!

Im not back for Rp, but Im not dead, so thats fun.

☠ -5 Similarities

We are Both Gray Ace.

We both had limited friends when we were children and for the most part grew up alone.

We both have grown Fruit tree’s. Though mine was a Loquat tree that destroyed the backyard fence rather then the earth -.-;

We both have an affinity for causing chaos, mine is mostly when I’m playing games like DnD and Settlers of Catan. 

We both hate being told what to do and we will wind up not doing it out of spite.

☠ - 5 Differences

Turles is sadistic and loves to make others miserable, where I tend to try my hardest to make people laugh and try to give them joy.

I have brown/obnoxious green hair, where Turles has Black.

Turles has a low immune system making him afraid of getting sick, where I have a really high immune system and can typically get over a cold in 2 days, though when I got pneumonia, that was a 2 week ordeal. 

Turles Hardly ever sleeps or even eats for that matter, he’s far to busy trying to further his own goals of galactic domination to care. Where I on the other hand am plagued with Sloth and Gluttony. Tho, I just struggle to not over eat when im bored. I can usually go a day on just one meal.

“Ng..!” Kallion let out a sharp cry as she cupped her nose. There was sure to be a stream of blood any second. “You shoulda left me alone!”

She sprang forward, returning his blow with a headbutt to the face. Kallion’s head was hard as a rock, and the little girl had nothing to lose once her nose started bleeding. A couple teeth? Who cares! They would grow back!

 Still, she fought back tears as she slapped a hand on her forehead. Turles’ face was apparently as hard as her skull– that would be one hell of a bruise in the morning. “Ow, ow, ow…!”

As he pulled his fist back from the girls face, he smirked wickedly, knowing that he hurt her, but then she surprised him again, Lunging forward and smacking him hard enough with her own skull on his forehead. As he reeled back, he got swirls in his eyes as he was disoriented from the attack. Stumbling a few steps, he cracked one of his eyes open and moved to rub his own head as he glared at her.

Oh, she learned that lesson, alright. A long time ago. Enough times over to still somehow sting every time a new person reminds her. Kallion’s anger was palpable– the little girl’s face scrunched into a deep glare, nostrils flaring. 

“You,” She grunted, fuming. Maybe Kallion was no match for the adults she knew, but this kid? They had to be on the same level. In fact, she didn’t even hesitate for once. Kallion stepped forward, and shoved him over so hard that he fell flat on his back!

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, THEN!”

Blinking a few times, Turles smirked as the girl charged at him, welcoming the chance to brawl with a sort of sadisitc zeal. Had she not shoved him, he would have just let the whole thing go, but no, she started it, and she had better hope she could end it! Falling on his back to give her a false sense of triumph, the boy then used that momentum to roll backwards onto his feet before moving to charge at her, throwing a punch at her face.

What?! This kid really was a big ol’ jerk, huh? orders from Captain or no, she was certain this guy was nothing but a bully come to make her miserable! The way he yelled at her made her wince, until Kallion found her strength once more.

“W-Well, duh ya don’t liste to anyone! That’s why you’re so DUMB! And a big pain in the ass, too!” She stepped forward, making it so the two were practically forehead to forehead. “”BESIDES, even if ya said it was an accident, why should I believe you now? HUH?! JERK! Ya big stupid jerk!”

Evidently, the little Saiyan wasn’t used to yelling at others back. The adrenaline of it was bringing tears to her eyes– not because she was afraid!

Laughter started to erupt from the other child before he pulled his lower eye lid down with a finger and stuck out his tongue making a BLEH sound along with the insulting/rude gesture.

“Gine?” Mariko frowned, checking over her shoulder for a second. Enough of a distraction for the Saiyan kid to try to sneak away, but he wasn’t fast enough. “Hey!” She exclaimed, seeing him trying to flee; she dashed forwards, and much like an hawk with a little bunny, she grabbed the back of the kid’s armor and dragged both of them back on the ground.

“Easy, tiger,” she mused, “You threw a whole town into panic and–” A waft of something similar to rotten fish and spilled milk caught her nose as the kid began to wriggle. “Ew! What’s this smell?? Is it you?” She lifted the kid next to her face and took a hesitant sniff, letting out a gag.

“Damn, you stink little one!” She said. “Ever heard of a bath?!”

Mariko would be met with a sudden boot to the face if she wasn’t careful as this ‘little one’ wasn’t afraid of getting scrappy as he tossed and turned and struggled to escape, making little growls as he thrashed about trying to get her to let go, but suddenly he realized something and just stopped, holding his arms up, he SLIPPED out of his armor!

Dropping to the ground Turles quickly put space between the teenager and himself. “I just hid in a dumpster you idiot, or do you not have eyes?? I’ll have you know I take regular baths!” It was only because Gine forced him to.

She was going through the most tedious class on healing devices when a sudden choir of screams exploded in the next classroom, making everyone startle. Mariko exchanged a confused look with her classmate Nilas, who just shrugged, looking just as disoriented. Suddenly, a red Namekian slammed the door open and shouted: “A first-year rookie got exchanded with a kid Saiyan during a Time-Travelling practice! There’s a kid Saiyan running around Conton now – whoever gets him gets a special one-on-one training with Bardock!”

In an instant, everyone jumped on their seats, and Mariko before anyone else. While everyone was trying to fit through the door on their hurry, she charged against the window – luckily it was open, she really didn’t feel like throwing a blast at it and paying for the damages it later.

Mariko soared high in the sky, taking a good look below. Conton was in utter chaos, the streets crowded of Young Patrollers looking under every bush, around every corner, trying to find the little Saiyan kid. Hardo to guess where he might be – Mariko didn’t even know how he might have looked like. 

A sudden movement from an alley nearby caught her attention. She saw the lif of a bin sliding on the side, and what looked like an uncanny Saiyan mane peeking from it. Doing her best to not make a noise, Mariko landed softly on the edge of the building, squatting to stare down at the Saiyan kid.

“Hey there,” she smirked, “are you the one causing all this mess?”

Making a Sudden gasp as he looked up from the waste bin, he couldn’t quiet see the person speaking to him but the silhouette was unmistakable to the young saiyan boy. especially with that hair! 

“Nu-uh, you’re stupid!” She snapped right back, less intimidated by his snarling than expected. The boy was only a little bigger than her, and certainly just as young. “YOU said it barely tapped me! I just showed ya that you’re wrong, okay?!”

It truly was a mighty battle of wills between two immature Saiyan’s. The crying little girl from a few moments ago was replaced a glare to match his. 

“I don’t wanna fight! I just don’t get why ya had to throw a rock at me when I ain’t done nothin’ to ya!” Her fists rested on her hips. “If captain sent ya to be mean to me, well, I ain’t gonna let ya! I’m too hungry!”

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“Erk–”

Kallion was quick to wipe her face with the back of her sleeve. “N-No! I ain’t crying, I swear! I just got some dust up my nose and in my eye, okay?! D-Don’t…don’t tell anyone.”

She shrank away from the boy. He’s making fun of me, she knew. That subtle mocking tone was one she knew well from the adults she was stuck with day in and day out. But what had she done to earn his ire?

The rock lay at her feet. Once again, her eyes formed into a glare as she picked it up off the ground. It fit right into the palm of her hand, but felt strangely heavy. 

“It did so tap me, real hard…” She mumbled, squeezing the rock in her hand. “Ya don’t believe me?!”

With as much thought as a five year old could have, she decided the best course of action was payback. The little Saiyan flicked the rock right back at the boy, hitting him square in the forehead.

Turles let out a little surprised yelp as he wasn’t expecting her to chuck the thing at him! He managed to move a little bit out of the way to lessen the blow of the rock but it still stung, but only a little.

“Ah! What was that for stupid! I said it was on accident!!!” He rubbed his forehead and snarled at her, shaking his fist. 

“HWAH–”

The little Saiyan was stopped in her tracks. Kallion had been home for all of two hours, and she had already done something wrong? Something worth punishment. She clutched her head, trying not to let her trembling lip show. Anything was better than showing them how upset she was. That always made things worse.

It was a test, she thought. Did they want her to fight back? To run at them, only to be the object of laughter at their obviously superior strength? Her hands fell to her sides. “W-Who, who did…?”

Kallion turned around, revealing glaring eyes full of tears and snot dripping from her nose. Clearly, the absolute pinnacle of Saiyan strength. “You?!”

She didn’t recognize the boy– a new member of her team? She wouldn’t put it past them to tell a new member how she was to be treated. 

“You, you wanna fight, huh? A-Ain’t that it?!”

Turles gasped as he heard the solid thud of the rock he just kicked connecting with someones noggin. He quickly looked up in shock to the girl that he had inadvertently just hit in his fit of rage. “I-I uh, what?”

He absentmindedly muttered to her before shaking his head in a sudden panic as he held out his arms and waved them outstretched in front of him vigorously.

“N-No! I don’t want to fight it was an accident, I didn’t mean to!” If it had been a boy, he would have been down for it actually, work out some of his aggression on them (and probably get his ass handed to him.) he might have taken the girl up on her offer too, if she hadn’t looked like she was about to totally burst into tears.

The Sargas, huh?

It did not come as a whole surprise. When Turles had showed up, Mariko was already suspecting whom she was talking to. Nonetheless, she was quite impressed by that twist of events. Not that she would have given the young captain the satisfaction of knowing it – another lesson learnt from her runaway life was to always feign confidence. Letting someone know she was taken aback meant giving them an advantage she couldn’t afford to allow so easily.

This being said, Mariko knew where to wander when she needed a ship to hide in while making sure the wrong people wouldn’t find her – namely, the most popular ports among the worst riffraff of Universe. She didn’t always embark on nasty ships, as it also meant nasty crews, and a less than welcoming treatment if she got found. She usually chose mercantile ships, and on a few occasions, she had offered to help smuggling wares at the next port in exchange for a lift. No one could suspect a small thing like her could hide some pretty dangerous weapons in her torn rucksack. That old bag had seen stuff most ordinary people would shiver at the idea of. 

But when she had embarked on Turles’ ship, she had no idea what she was getting into. It was night, some merchants were chasing her – same old story, she had happened to borrow a few zenis more than the payment they had agreed on – and that one was the first poorly guarded ship she had found. Back then, she hadn’t wondered too much about why no one was patrolling the entrance – she was in a hurry, so she simply decided to sneak inside so her pursuers wouldn’t find her. Once inside, she decided it was comfortable and supplied enough to make for a good lift to the next port, and didn’t get out.

But only now she realised why no one was guarding the ship. No one would dare to play a nasty trick to one of the most dangerous pirates in the galaxy.

“You escaped too?” Mariko echoed, her eyes glancing left and right as they walked through the corridors. “You don’t say. Seems like you got it better than I did, anyways.”

Once they reached the main deck, the sudden light blinded her for a moment. Mariko shielded her eyes, too used to the darkness of the hold. When lowered her arm and opened them again, a bunch of new and scary faces was already surrounding them – but they didn’t look mendacious.

That… Was new.

She gave the two Beenz jumping in front of them a confused look, but didn’t hurry to judge them by their appearance – she knew that, where muscles lacked, mind could plenty make up for it. Maybe that was why, out of them all, the largest ones of the crowd actually managed to make her feel a bit more at ease. Because Mariko also knew that such a towering pile of strength could only be tamed by a deeply rooted respect. As long as she was in Turles’ favor, she had nothing to fear from them.

“Nice to meet you.” She nodded, and her lips stretched in her best attempt of a polite smile. She hadn’t forced one on in a long time. “Thank you for welcoming me on your ship.”

After all, she didn’t have much of a choice. If anything, that seemed like the best option so far – all of Turles’ men looked happy, healthy, and well-dressed. The captain seemed to be caring with his crew, so joining them meant getting all the same benefits. However, Mariko did not miss the skeptic frown the mutant who found her earlier was hiding. He didn’t seem to like her. That guy needed some precautions, Mariko thought, staring at him with a wary look.

“I doubt to be much more powerful than any of you, but I’ll be happy to contribute,” she added, just for good measure. “If there is anything I can help you with onboard, I’ll gladly obey to your directions.”

Yes, that sounded right. Meek, respectful, and zealous. She had to make sure not to come off as a troublemaker if she wanted to grant herself a place on the Sargas.   

As the crew had started to swarm her, Turles cut through their voices like steel, making sure that he was heard, sternly.

“Now settle down everyone, this little surprise on our ship shouldn’t distract ourselves from our main objective.” At that, the crew blinked, nodded and returned to their posts, a quickened pace in their step as they started to focus on the holo-screens in front of them. One of the Beenz did turn back at Mariko and nod in the direction of Turles though. His cloaked form drifted across the bridge to a chair in the center of the control room. As he sat in the chair, he simply motioned with his hand, and suddenly next to him, an almost liquid like blob started to form from the steel floor of the ship, almost animating itself in the form of a rain drop falling into a puddle, as it suddenly reformed into the shape of a round chair with a back for Mariko to come around and sit in next to him.

The bridge became completely dark and the only light that was cast around the room came from the holo screens, and the light being reflected off the planet they had just came from.

“Apologies on having to cut the greeting short Mariko, but before your discovery and interruption, We were getting prepared to take on a little task.... I assume you are familiar with the concept of a heist am I correct? If you wish to take part in this little mission, you can prove yourself to me. Think of it as a little test.” He paused and looked at her with a charming smile though.