A Diplomatic Incident [Nashua]

Where in particular Nashua was flying to, she couldn't say. She just needed some air. The feel of the warm, Namekian breeze on her face felt pretty nice, all things considered, and she just couldn't force herself into the main office building of the base for the time being. It felt too cluttered, too claustrophobic. Not that going outside was going to be able to take her mind much off of the demonic snout of the demon she'd battled for the Dragon Balls a short while earlier: nothing was going to be able to take her mind off of that for a while, she assumed. But flying did help. It wasn't often she'd found herself flying outside of her ship before, as she'd always felt pressured to keep both it and its Blutz Generator close by, just in case she needed some strength to save either herself or someone else.

She didn't need her Blutz Generator now, though.

The sore spot that remained on her tailbone still hurt when even the slightest pressure was placed upon it, and it just all around felt strange to not have the familiar brushing of fur against her upper thighs and back. At least she still had her life, though. And her scouter. ...Speaking of which, the device began beeping as it registered a nearby energy signature that was remarkably high. At first, Nashua assumed it might've been Ramen flying up to check on her, but this number then went higher. Too high to be Ramen at base, too low to be her in any sort of transformed state, and nobody else she knew quite fit the bill. This was somebody new. The Saiyan's head turned to the side and a frown crossed her features, and a rush of both wind and energy blew the bangs out of her face as the approaching figure came to a sudden halt at her altitude level.

Her expression changed to one of panic when the powerful figure made himself known to be an Arcosian: 'Lord Boreal', as he'd introduced himself. She instinctively reached down to her pocket to keep her finger on the button to active her Blutz Generator, but froze up when she realized that would do her absolutely zero good, here. It was a bit odd how calm he seemed, in comparison to the traits all other lizard folk seemed to share: pride and arrogance beyond calculation. With a gulp, Nashua elected to respond. "I am Nashua," she responded, keeping a hard gaze upon Boreal's face. What did he want with her? She furrowed her brows when he brought up Brench - that had been years ago, when Nashua was only fifteen years old. She didn't remember his face among those she'd met there, but didn't doubt that the memory had simply faded too much after the past four years.

"I, uh, was sent there for negotiations about the... Cardony Treaty?" She couldn't recall if that was its exact name, but it was something like that. Probably. "Sorry, I don't seem to remember you being there myself, but I'll admit I was quite nervous the whole time, so the affair went by in a flash for me." She let out a small chuckle, then remembered she was speaking with an Arcosian. This guy was Fleet aligned, almost for sure, unlike Chamil. He was responsible for all the death and destruction on Vegeta, or at least partially so. "Did you want something from me?" she asked, rather coldly.

TAGS: Lord Boreal

Right, it was that one about the ships! They had sure fought her hard about inducting that one into practice - she hadn't a clue why, really, to her it was a pretty fair and straightforward deal. Then again, she was rarely not having to argue tooth and nail over even the simplest things. But, that was diplomacy, for you! Boy, she sure missed it. "Yeah, I was uh, littler," she commented as her eyes drifted to the side, remembering how large all the people there had seemed at the time. Then again, she'd only grown about two inches in the four years since, so it wasn't like it would feel much more different now. When Boreal mentioned Vocado, he had Nashua's full attention. She looked confused, to say the least, as the saiyan Boreal described sounded absolutely nothing like the King she had known.

"Are you sure you had the right saiyan?" she asked as she placed her hands on her hips, "I know Vocado quite well, and I've never seen him act anything like that." Nashua thought back to the times she'd met with the King. He was always calm, cool, collected. He seemed to know what to do in just about any situation he was thrown in. Just the type of person Nashua hoped to become like, someday. The lizard must have been mistaken, and run into some other saiyan that he only thought was Vocado. Still, the proposal he brought up after the fact was... Interesting. Nashua listened quietly, her arms folded over each other in front of her, as she pondered what he said. Every Fleet member off of Vegeta? Well, that would be helpful. Nashua hadn't even thought about the different kinds of wishes one could make with the Balls: she'd assumed they were mostly limited to wishes of power or wealth.

The second wish was even more curious. Nashua's eyes widened and her jaw dropped open a bit as he spoke. "You can resurrect people like that with them!?" she interrupted him in shock, leaning forwards and flying a bit closer to the arcosian. The thousands of people who'd died in the invasion, her friends, her family, they could all be brought back, just like that?! She shut her mouth and quickly apologized, letting him continue and finish speaking before she talked again. This deal sounded... Too good to be true. She pondered it in silence for a few moments, running possible downsides over in her head, but each one was trumped by the positives: her parents would be back. Her captain, who'd given his life to let her escape the planet, would be back. A smile kept twinging on the edges of her lips, tried as she might have to keep a straight, poker face.

Golden eyes glanced up into Boreal's own orbs, and she said, "I... Can't say it isn't a very tempting offer," though she still sounded hesitant. If everything the arcosian had said was the truth, then she'd have had little problem. But there was almost no way to tell if it was true. The Saiyan reached down into her pocket, and pulled out a small device, one that almost looked like a pocket watch, but instead of a clock, there was a green screen with a grid on it. "I tried to take some of the Balls for myself," she started to explain, "From a member of the Star Goons named Chamil. I spoke with her about her aspirations for the Balls, and it may come as no surprise to you, but she has no intentions of using them to help the Fleet. She wants to wish for power, for herself, and for her allies, and wishes to bring destruction upon the entire galaxy."

She fumbled around with the radar a bit absentmindedly as she continued. "I managed to defeat her, but... Not without losing my tail. And I didn't even get my hands on the Balls she owned." With a much more focused glare, she pierced her eyes into Boreal. "...If I give you this tracker for the Dragon Balls, what proof do I have that you'll keep your word, and stop her?"

TAGS: Lord Boreal

Nashua still wasn't going to believe so quickly that the dignified King Vocado was actually the one who'd responded to Boreal in such a childish manner, but arguing for his case further didn't seem like a worthwhile use of the breath in her lungs. Now that she'd thought about it, she did remember hearing before in the history books she'd read about that era, how the wishes of the great dragons undid many of the sinful acts committed by the tyrant Zuccetta. Nashua remembered having nightmares about her when she was little. Thank goodness Vocado was nothing like her in the way he ruled the Kingdom! Still, when she thought more about it, she couldn't say that he would ever approve of her collaborating directly with the enemy behind his back. And she didn't feel all too good about it, either.

The Arcosian gave his three reasons as to why she should trust him. They seemed reasonable enough, she supposed. While the first reason was little more than a 'pinky promise I won't do anything bad' kind of deal, removing his only means on interplanetary travel would at least temporarily ensure his wrath could not spread to other systems, for a time, if he went AWOL. As for the entirety of the SK being present for his wishes, well, that would certainly make things easy. Boreal was powerful, but not nearly powerful enough to defeat everyone in the Kingdom. "I see..." Nashua responded, now deep in thought herself. She fumbled around with the radar, still gripped in her hands, as she considered some things. Her head began to slowly nod as she looked back up to Boreal, her eyes squinting ever so slightly.

"I agree those would be convincing terms," she replied, "But I have two stipulations of my own I'd like to add. If you can agree with them, then... We may have a deal." And if Boreal couldn't bring himself to agree, then she couldn't hand the radar over and feel as if she hadn't just betrayed her Kingdom. "Firstly, when you collect the Dragon Balls, if you are to find them in the hands of someone who will not hand them over to you willingly and must resort to force, you will not kill anyone. Whether they are a Goon, or a Kingdom member, or even another Fleetman, if you take even a single life in your efforts to obtain the Balls, I will personally hunt you down and take this radar back myself." It seemed reasonable enough to her, at least. If he was capable of immense power, he could surely hold that power back well enough to avoid fatal strikes.

As for her second term... "And secondly, when you make your wishes, you will remove the Fleet from Vegeta first, and then revive the population, and only after those two wishes have been made will you make your personal wish." It was the only way she could be certain he wouldn't just make his own wish for something like insurmountable power and then use that power to kill anyone else to make two other wishes for himself. They'd have to be made in that order. "Do you accept?"

TAGS: Lord Boreal

"Oh, uh, yes," Nashua replied as Boreal explained potential exceptions to not killing anyone. "In circumstances such as those, you do what you must. But if you can avoid killing them and instead bring them in to serve justice, then that's obviously preferable." She still didn't like the idea of him having a potential out to justify his murders, but she just had to trust that he'd be telling the truth. Provided he held up his end of the bargain, this entire conflict could be resolved quite peacefully, though there was still the dirty work required of Boreal retrieving all of the Balls. It was quite doubtful that Chamil would surrender a single one without a nasty fight. But Arcosians and their strength were feared across the galaxy for a reason, and if even Nashua could fore the demon into a stalemate, the goat held little chance of victory in the face of Boreal.

When he agreed to her second term and held out his hand, Nashua glanced down at the outstretched palm, and then up towards his faint but genuine smile. It was bizarre to have such a reasonable, daresay friendly Arcosian reach out to her to find a peaceful solution to things. Every time the Saiyan had done that to others since the whole conflict began, she'd been met with a variety of ki blasts, punches, gunshots, you name it. It was about time some diplomacy and discussion got them somewhere over a slug fest. With some slight hesitance, but apparent confidence, Nashua reached forward with her own hand and gave Boreal's a shake. "Then, it's a deal," she said, her golden eyes staring straight into Boreal's blue with a certain level of intensity.

She took the capsule he offered her, and replaced it in his hand with the green and white radar. "Oh, uh, it needs batteries and can only scan like once a week," she explained, before briefly detailing how to properly use it. "Sometimes it'll pick up a Ball you already own, apparently, and you just kind of have to wait another week before it can pick up a new one's signature. It's a little inefficient, but it's the best tech we've got." She took a step back, or rather flew a foot or so back, and shoved his capsule into her pocket. "I'll give this back to you once everything is squared away," she promised, "And, thank you. If all goes well, then I think we can finally call an end to all this violence."

TAGS: Lord Boreal

OOC NOTES: Boreal has been traded a Dragon Radar for his Space Pod!