Chapter 81: The New Force!

"Welcome to the Bon Force!" Bon arrogantly announced with her hands on her hips.

"We're not calling ourselves that." Sia shook her head. The pink bow wrapped around her green, veiny, bulbous head gently shook.

"What? Why not?" Bon flashed her teeth in response to this perceived challenge to her authority.

"It's lame!" Sia's young feminine voice shouted from the device around her neck. "Think of the other forces and then compare their names with the Bon Force." She added.

"I got a good name! The Invincibles!" Kress excitedly shared.

"Booo." Stella gave him a thumbs down.

"I don't see you thinking of names!" Kress shouted.

"I thought of a great name, actually." Stella flicked her hair back. "The Royal Force." She haughtily looked at her youngest brother.

"I like that one." Sei shared his opinion.

"Before we finish brainstorming, does anyone else have any other names to bring up?" Basil politely questioned.

From the lack of response, Basil took the response as a no. "Now, let's decide which name we should go by. The Bon Force, The Invincibles, or the Royal Force." Basil announced. "For those in favor of The Bon Force, please raise your hands."

To no one's surprise but Bon, she was the only one to raise her hand. She angrily looked at everyone else, seemingly on the edge of rushing at them and attacking them. Basil gave her a glance, seemingly forcing her to bury her bubbling rage. However, no one looked afraid of Bon blowing a gasket. After all, the people who made up this new force in the Planet Trade Organization were at the top of the top.

Basil, Bon, Stella, Kress, Sei, Sia, and occasionally Cargo and Dende came to hang out too. Basil was the leader of this new division as he was the oldest and most fitting person for the position, in everyone's opinion. Everyone else was more or less equal in rank, with the exception of Bon, Basil's second in command due to her being the second strongest out of everyone else. Of course, Basil let everyone know that they could take Bon's place as the second in command if they challenged and defeated her or produced better results than her in the field later on.

Anyway, at the end of the votes, The Royal Force won out of all of the other names. Stella arrogantly laughed at being the one to win the best name competition. "It's just a stupid name…" Kress grumbled. Bon agreed with her baby brother as she chose to take her mind off of losing the dumb name challenge.

"So, what does Daddy want us to do anyway?" Bon asked.

"The Royal Force is a specialized force meant to exterminate particularly organized groups of rebels," Basil answered.

"So, we're beating bad guys?" Kress asked for his sake.

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it." Basil didn't say Kress was wrong even though he knew there was more to it than that.

"Are we supposed to hunt for information on any rebels, or are we supposed to wait until someone requests for us?" Sia questioned, standing next to Basil.

"The latter. Our team is only meant for emergencies. If the elite soldiers cannot handle the rebels, they call for us." Basil explained.

"Has anyone requested us yet?" Sei popped up next to his soldier.

"No," Basil shook his head. "As we're a newly formed Force, very few people know we exist. The Information Force will soon inform everyone of our existence in tomorrow's news." 

"So, why the hell are we here now?" Bon questioned.

"I thought it would be imperative to gather everyone and let them know of our purpose with this Force ahead of time. How we're going to function and the like." Basil explained.

"Can we leave then?" Kress asked.

"Feel free." Basil nodded.

"Awesome!" Kress instantly teleported away.

Soon after, everyone else did the same. Leaving Basil and Sia alone in the spaceship. "Do you think this is going to turn out well?" She asked him. Basil was silent for a few moments, staring off into the vastness of space from the spaceship's window. "My Father entrusted me with this position. I believe he knows of my dislike for fighting, etc., so he put me in a management position for this group. I don't personally have to fight the rebels, simply, I have to aid in their extinction." 

"My father went out of his way to put me in a position that was best for me. It would've been easy to force me to go down there fighting rebels personally, but he said I didn't have to do that at all. To repay him for his kindness, I don't intend to disappoint him or myself. I will eliminate all sources of rebellion in the universe." Basil balled his fist.

Sia playfully flicked the side of his head. "Don't go thinking you're doing this on your lonesome. We're by your side, too. Even if our reasons are a bit different than your super serious one. None of us want to let down Daddy Turles." She giggled. Basil softly rubbed the area where she flicked him. "Thank you." He quietly responded.

Sia was only a year younger than Basil, but Saibamen developed far quicker than most races in the universe. The Saibamen twins grew up with Turles's children from the beginning. In fact, because of this, all of the Turles Family, except for Bonyu, could fluently understand Saibamen's natural language. It was easier for children to learn other languages compared to when they were fully grown.

Sia and her twin brother worked in a squad with Basil when the PTO was still known as the Frieza Force. They conquered planets together, faced life-threatening battles together, and served together as one cohesive unit. A typical experience for any soldier in the Frieza Force at the time. It was the three of them against the world back then, or so it seemed.

"This is what family is for." Sia brought her arms around his neck.

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"We will never submit to the PTO's tyranny!!!" A small humanoid alien shot several lasers toward members of the PTO.

"You will not take over our home!"

"The Tectonians will never give in to your demands! Leave our planet!"

This was one of many rebellions happening across Universe 7. Despite the changing image of the Planet Trade Organization due to the PR Force, not everyone was so willing to accept such a drastic change. Nor did some people care about their change of doing business. Some planets and races just wanted to be left alone. They didn't care about how being brought under the PTO's care could change their way of life forever. In their eyes, all they saw was a fancy way of being enslaved.

There was also the matter of the Planet Trade Organization not accepting these planets and people refusing to submit to their control. A universal-spanning empire isn't much of one if it doesn't reach across the far expanses of the universe. This means they need to have control over each and every galaxy in their universe, along with all of the inhabitants that live in said galaxies. 

This was the dark side of the PTO that wasn't talked about or shown in this new era. They were saviors, protectors, explorers, and heroes to those under their control! For those not under their control, they were nothing more than invaders, slavers, and the destroyers that they always were from the beginning. It was an endless battle.

The Planet Trade Organization wasn't allowed to stop until they conquered the entirety of Universe 7 under Turles's orders. He wanted the universe mapped out completely. Galaxies, solar systems, planetary bodies, species, and planetary conditions, the more information stored and complied, the better. While few knew the true reason of why they had to expand and document all of this information, for most, they didn't really care.

After all, the PTO rarely failed to satisfy their employees. With the great changes that Turles brought to the PTO, it was hard to find anyone not satisfied with the state of things. If they had an issue with their position in the organization, it was their own fault. There were several avenues for transferring departments, rising up in the hierarchy, or even requesting vacations and breaks. For the most part, the Planet Trade Organization was still run through a meritocracy. The members gained more freedom, respect, power, and money as long as they achieved results. Almost nothing was valued more in the organization than gaining clear results and data.

There were positions for those who liked a little bloodshed and exerting their power on the helpless by combating the rebels. There were positions for people who wanted to stay far away from any combat whatsoever through science, agriculture, or service positions. Turles ensured there was a job for everyone and anyone within the PTO after his mass recruitment drive. After all, how could a universal empire function without an immense number of jobs for a universal amount of people?