Post by Orion on May 30, 2018 5:24:20 GMT -6
The Saiyan left a trail of white energy behind him as he sailed through the air with a frown on his face. His Scouter was beeping as it constantly reevaluated the path he‘d need to take for the various destinations he was keying through. That Power Level was over 10,000, the next was over 15,000, another was around 8,000. That was only the Siayan Auras he was picking up. That aside all of these were too high to risk approach especially considering he had no idea how the Saiyan Politics was on this planet, he knew a Prince was down here somewhere but for all Orion knew a number of rivals may have arisen in the last few months. If he approached one of those stronger individuals and said he was looking for the Saiyan of Royal lineage and then they turned out to be a rival, taking offense to Orion’s inquiry… well that would be rather bad wouldn’t it?
The Scouter beeped again as he passed the city. 3,470.
“Aahh. Perfect.”
Orion flew towards the source of the signature. He probably should have brought Yarrou with him but the woman sometimes lacked the necessary… patience to ask questions of strangers, especially when those strangers might not want to provide the answers they sought.
Finally he came to a stop above a small building in the countryside, a tiny domestic dwelling it appeared to be. Landing outside it Orion walked towards the door but came to a stop after hearing something crunch beneath his feet. Looking down he frowned at the flower bed he had accidently stepped upon.
Was this really the home of a Saiyan? Hopefully the Scouter wasn’t just screwing up again or worst they were some weirdo academic botanist like Orion’s own mother had been.
‘That seems unlikely though. How many Saiyans who weren’t fighters would willingly come to the same planet as a high priority target as the Saiyan Prince? The rumours that Yarrou and I were able to discover indicated that the entire surviving leadership from Planet Vegeta had come here.’ he thought to himself, after all this was why his mother and father had chosen to go to somewhere safer. Even Orion wasn’t sure where they had finally ended up although he could guess considering who they worked with at the University. His last message from them was just assurance that they were alright.
He needed to ask about the current situation on this planet… this Earth. Another Saiyan was bound to know, the one here was probably a Low-Class warrior serving another. Orion wondered just how many battles this stranger had been in since their arrival on the planet.
Knocking on the door he impatiently waited for the Saiyan to answer. 30 seconds. 45 seconds. 60 seconds. Still no reply. Losing his patience Orion put his hand on the door and shoved it open, shattering the lock in the process. Stepping through the doorway he glared around the room before him.
“Hey! Come out here! I need to talk to you!” he yelled.
This was why he didn’t bring Yarrou because diplomacy was his middle name.
Topaeo
The Scouter beeped again as he passed the city. 3,470.
“Aahh. Perfect.”
Orion flew towards the source of the signature. He probably should have brought Yarrou with him but the woman sometimes lacked the necessary… patience to ask questions of strangers, especially when those strangers might not want to provide the answers they sought.
Finally he came to a stop above a small building in the countryside, a tiny domestic dwelling it appeared to be. Landing outside it Orion walked towards the door but came to a stop after hearing something crunch beneath his feet. Looking down he frowned at the flower bed he had accidently stepped upon.
Was this really the home of a Saiyan? Hopefully the Scouter wasn’t just screwing up again or worst they were some weirdo academic botanist like Orion’s own mother had been.
‘That seems unlikely though. How many Saiyans who weren’t fighters would willingly come to the same planet as a high priority target as the Saiyan Prince? The rumours that Yarrou and I were able to discover indicated that the entire surviving leadership from Planet Vegeta had come here.’ he thought to himself, after all this was why his mother and father had chosen to go to somewhere safer. Even Orion wasn’t sure where they had finally ended up although he could guess considering who they worked with at the University. His last message from them was just assurance that they were alright.
He needed to ask about the current situation on this planet… this Earth. Another Saiyan was bound to know, the one here was probably a Low-Class warrior serving another. Orion wondered just how many battles this stranger had been in since their arrival on the planet.
Knocking on the door he impatiently waited for the Saiyan to answer. 30 seconds. 45 seconds. 60 seconds. Still no reply. Losing his patience Orion put his hand on the door and shoved it open, shattering the lock in the process. Stepping through the doorway he glared around the room before him.
“Hey! Come out here! I need to talk to you!” he yelled.
This was why he didn’t bring Yarrou because diplomacy was his middle name.
Topaeo
Orion’s PL: 3000
Active Transformations: None
