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It was impossible to ignore General Blue whenever he strode into a room. Comely, charismatic, and utterly captivating, he embodied the very essence of the Red Ribbon Army’s public image. A formidable warrior and a cunning strategist, Blue had an obsessive attention to detail; when his own flesh failed to meet his exacting standards, he replaced it with gleaming cybernetics, crafting an almost flawless façade. Whispers circulated that his striking blonde hair and piercing blue eyes were the last vestiges of his humanity.
Yet beneath that polished exterior lurked a darker truth. He was cruel, calculating, and deeply corrupt—the very embodiment of the Red Ribbon Army’s insidious nature. Blue had climbed the ranks over a mountain of bodies: enemies, rivals, and even allies. He often abused his power in unspeakable ways.
Take, for instance, the soldier who makes the mistake of approaching him from behind with a message. That soldier would spend the rest of the year in a hospital bed, nursing wounds he could hardly explain. Fortunately, another soldier had accompanied him, trembling as he held up his phone to relay the message. Blue’s icy gaze fixed on the screen, revealing a shocking scene: Majin Bill forced to his knees, his assigned executioners unleashing their energy canons upon them, only to have their blasts bounce off the Majin’s blubbery form.
The sight repulsed Blue. “It” had briefly been known as 'Sergeant Major Flamboyant', a reward for providing both a Dragon Ball and valuable intelligence. Yet that information had turned out to be false—and costly. It seemed Sergeant Major Flamboyant had been working with the insurrectionists the entire time. Red had quickly dispatched the Majin before a firing squad, but it seemed they were struggling with it.
Commander Red was always reluctant to summon Blue, wary of how he overshadowed everyone in everything. Even in his absence, Blue had a way of making Red feel... small. Unbeknownst to him, Blue remained unaware of Red’s unspoken desire to find an excuse to send him before a firing squad; likewise, Red failed to recognize that Blue’s sole redeeming quality was his unwavering loyalty to him.
But for now, because Red wanted the Majin dead, Blue himself would have to handle this instead.
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Majin Bill was bound and blubbering to his would-be executioners when General Blue strode into the room; the soldiers snap to attention, their fear palpable.
Blue’s eyes fall on Majin Bill.
“Ew, it’s even more grotesque in person,” he muttered, visibly recoiling. He pointed a sharp finger at the Majin. “Sergeant Major Flamboyant, your orders are to die. Why are you being derelict in your duties?”
Yet beneath that polished exterior lurked a darker truth. He was cruel, calculating, and deeply corrupt—the very embodiment of the Red Ribbon Army’s insidious nature. Blue had climbed the ranks over a mountain of bodies: enemies, rivals, and even allies. He often abused his power in unspeakable ways.
Take, for instance, the soldier who makes the mistake of approaching him from behind with a message. That soldier would spend the rest of the year in a hospital bed, nursing wounds he could hardly explain. Fortunately, another soldier had accompanied him, trembling as he held up his phone to relay the message. Blue’s icy gaze fixed on the screen, revealing a shocking scene: Majin Bill forced to his knees, his assigned executioners unleashing their energy canons upon them, only to have their blasts bounce off the Majin’s blubbery form.
The sight repulsed Blue. “It” had briefly been known as 'Sergeant Major Flamboyant', a reward for providing both a Dragon Ball and valuable intelligence. Yet that information had turned out to be false—and costly. It seemed Sergeant Major Flamboyant had been working with the insurrectionists the entire time. Red had quickly dispatched the Majin before a firing squad, but it seemed they were struggling with it.
Commander Red was always reluctant to summon Blue, wary of how he overshadowed everyone in everything. Even in his absence, Blue had a way of making Red feel... small. Unbeknownst to him, Blue remained unaware of Red’s unspoken desire to find an excuse to send him before a firing squad; likewise, Red failed to recognize that Blue’s sole redeeming quality was his unwavering loyalty to him.
But for now, because Red wanted the Majin dead, Blue himself would have to handle this instead.
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Majin Bill was bound and blubbering to his would-be executioners when General Blue strode into the room; the soldiers snap to attention, their fear palpable.
Blue’s eyes fall on Majin Bill.
“Ew, it’s even more grotesque in person,” he muttered, visibly recoiling. He pointed a sharp finger at the Majin. “Sergeant Major Flamboyant, your orders are to die. Why are you being derelict in your duties?”
