#saviorfather

Mauve lips purse in an expression of displeasure, his gaze one that usually paralyses those caught by it. It was rare for the galaxy’s emperor to direct his spaceship planetside on the surface of a world he had already given the order to his men to acquire and take over, let alone set foot in person himself. Though those may not be the most accurate of words to use; he was, like always, seated within that familiar hovercar, tail casually hung over the sides as elbows were daintily laid upon leather contours.

“My, my, what appears to have gone wrong here?” Astonishingly polite, Freeza directs his question to a few soldiers in armour that appeared badly damaged and half-destroyed. The trio were the last of a contingent sent here to rid the his world of its native inhabitants, but it was clear to see that that had been a decision made in error on his part. “Well? I am waiting to hear an explain, gentlemen.” Or at least some feasible reason as to why he was now short several dozen expendable soldiers.

Believing that he wasn’t going to be given a satisfying answer, scarlet hues veer to the edge of sockets as he turns his hovercar towards a small platoon of soldiers awaiting instructions nearby. Compared to the trio, he has the utmost confidence in them succeeding where these fools had fallen short of the mark. For a race of primitive monkeys, their reputation as ruthless fighters was at least well deserved.