Molding of new memories

        Ever since Seventy Seven had made it onto planet Vegeta, she had lost track of her original reason for trying to find the planet in the first place. For a while now, Seventy Seven had made a fair effort as to avoid a few places- mostly the ones with an actual populace. The only person she had made true contact with had only been able to do so because the Android had just escaped from her crashed ship- With that said, it didn't seem like the android was really getting anywhere by avoiding the general populace- whatever it is she was looking for had to be in a populated area.

    So this android decided to start looking in a location of high interests- one she noticed when she had first landed on this planet, it had to be that area  populated by those namekians- nothing of her stored memory told her anything about these namekians on planet Vegeta it was in the air whether or not her past self would recognize their being here or not, the planet could be different enough to warrant any type of useful information about her Saiyan past much harder or impossible to find. Eventually, 77 made it to that specific place landing a few feet from the entrance to the village.

    Seventy Seven wasn't sure how they might respond to her being there- a part of her felt as if there shouldn't be too much of a commotion with them being stationed on Vegeta in the first place, but her probability detector didn't rule out the potential future of her getting more than she bargained for. 77 made her first step into the village, looking around at all the locals before advancing to sightsee around a bit more.

    Curious, perhaps they had been used to getting visitors that weren't even Namekian; regardless the mission was a success- but before she could celebrate with a thrust into the sky 77 had to find a point of interest, the village didn't seem like they had a proper leader- perhaps this entire village was a mere checkpoint for travelers.