Unspoken

"The Unspoken Past of Appule" (Name will probably change later, but it's the best thing I could think of at the time) is a origin story/backstory about Appule and Orlen (Orange Frieza Soldier) written by User:Gotek. This is the first story I've written not in script format except That Much Sweeter with TeamUnitedNerds. Chapters with "(Appule)" at the end are told from Appule's point of view, chapters with "(Orlen)" at the end are told from Orlen's point of view.

Chapter 1: A Day To Forget (Appule)
I was only 11 years old on that fateful day, the day I lost my father, the day that would eventually set into motion an irreversible series of events. The planet, Iikan, was in the midst of one of the greatest wars our planet of warriors had ever fought. My father, the king's top soldier, was in the middle of fighting a great battle, one that could be the turning point of the war. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, my father would never let me go into battle with him, if only he let me go with him that time. I was sitting on the couch in our house, tapping my foot, waiting for my father to return, I could hear the war raging outside the city, the battles would sometimes reach the city, but the soldiers mostly kept the battles in the outskirts and deserted areas. As I tapped my feet, patiently waiting, while listening to the battle, wondering what was happening, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to find the second ranked soldier, Klon, at the door. "May I come in?" Orlen said. "Yes. Shouldn't you be fighting?" I said. "The major battle has been won. Anyway, I bring bad news, the battle wasn't won without casualities, the greatest of which, was your father," Klon explained. "W-what, that's impossible, my father couldn't die," I said. "Well, the king was targeted by the strongest of the enemy soldiers, your father sacrificed himself to save the king," Klon said. "I-I see, at least he died nobly," I said, barely holding back tears. "Well, I must go now," said Klon, walking out the door. "Okay, good bye, Klon," I said as I closed the door. I sat back down on the couch, still holding back tears. My father had taught me everything, without him, I had nothing. I vowed revenge, on the Paykians, who had killed my father. I decided to go see if I could join the army, start fighting, it's not often that people can start this young, but my friend Orlen joined at only 13, perhaps I could, if I impressed them, and after all, I was trained by my father, I was the son of the former top soldier, I had a chance to fight, have a new purpose, and avenge my father.

Chapter 2: Battle At The Base (Orlen)
I few months ago I became a soldier, I had had a few battles, but nothing big. But the day after Appule's father died, a large base was attacked by an army of Paykians, I was the one keeping watch at the time, along with another younger soldier, Arko. I saw the Paykians coming from about 50 yards away. Arko and I got up quickly, ready to fight. "Arko, go alert the others, I'll hold them off for a few minutes," I told Arko. "Are you sure you can handle that?" Arko said. "Yeah, yeah, just hurry!" I exclaimed. Arko took off into the base shouting. I powered up and starting firing powerful ki blasts at multiple Paykians, I knocked down many, possible killed a few, but they just seemed endless. Many more soldiers came rushing out, a full-out war began. Arko, a few others, and I endlessly fired ki blasts at the Paykians, knocking some out, some down, and killing some, so the others could rush in and kill the them. This must've been the largest group of Paykians, because there must've been over 9000 of them, this base only had about 2000 soldiers, we'd lost probably 600, while we'd killed probably 1200, but we were still so vastly outnumbered, out chances were slim to none. We continued to same strategy for a while, but then all hope seemed lost, the Paykians began to break through the defenses of the soldiers and began to open fire at the base, I caught one and drove my hand through his heart. Another one reached the base, I tripped him, stole his sword, and cut his head off. Although we were able to hold them off for a while, many more of out soldiers died, our numbers continued decreasing, we were probably down to 750, while they still had 7000, but we were now becoming outmatched. Just when it seemed all hope was lost, a soldier called for help, and the king sent many more reinforcements. The reinforcements took out many of the Paykians. Eventually their numbers decreased to 2000, while with the reinforcements, we had over 5000 soldiers. The last of the Paykians began to flee, and the battle had been won.