The Muster Bay

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This is Frieza's Ship and any villains can post here.

[King of Cunts]

The ship was waiting in low orbit, just beyond the planet’s peaceful atmosphere. He levitated to it, breaking free from the weak gravity with an absolute minimum of effort. Before long, he had passed beyond the reach of breathable air. Ice Djinn were capable of existing in the vacuum of space for an indefinite period, using their will to sustain them, to keep their vital processes ticking over, even in areas quite devoid of all other life. They were a hardy race. No wonder it had taken so many years for his family to kill them all.

He passed through the sliver of emptiness and into the artificial atmosphere produced by the ship, entering the hold as it opened and permitted him entry. He rose into the muster bay with arms folded and tail flicking irritably behind him. He was eager to get underway and pursue the source of these infuriating rumours.

“We leave immediately,” he snapped, and several armoured figures fled the room to pass the orders along. It was one of the many gratifying aspects of his existence that no matter where he was when he gave an order, it was always followed, or at least passed along to the necessary individuals. But he was in a foul mood, and he would likely not feel better until his hands were clasped around the throat of the trickster who had sent him on this fool’s errand.

He glanced around at the assembled warriors he collected. He had time to observe a few life and death struggles between his men and his enemies, of course. Nothing was ever so urgent that he could not afford to enjoy himself, and death games were one of the few things that truly held his interest. And he had abundant followers.

That reminded him. He had to find Captain Ginyu and his truncated Ginyu Force. Perhaps he had finally managed to find new recruits. They would likely prove the most entertaining of all.