The commander was an old man, ugly, tough, and badass among all else, he never seemed to lose his cool. His presence was very intimidating, him being thought of a emotionless killer, he thought of himself as a emotionless killer of killers, he smiled at the thought, as he always does. He turned his chair around, himself moving with it, he did this due to him hearing his heavy metal door open, the door was opened wide and a tall, lanky, and at least in his 40's man come in, he had a black uniform, many medals adorned his uniform, he opened his mouth to speak, "All forces are ready, if your prepared to give the order then we will descend", the commander nodded and turned his chair again, looking out the window, loving the view of his own base, he heard his heavy metal door slam shut, he sat there, watching. Two black jets flew off, armed with many missiles that could send a city to it's knee's, or bring a scratch upon a super saiyan.