From Ice to Fire (OPEN) Oct 11, 2018 18:11:35 GMT -6
Post by Tarch on Oct 11, 2018 18:11:35 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 40,000, suppressed to 5
“Huh, seems like the first place someone would look but I’m no base builder.” Tarch didn’t have too much trouble finding the saiyan base, especially after his talk with Ramen. Still not the greatest of flyers, the hybrid had to be extra careful when making his way to the namekian base. If the boy fell on his way to the earth base, he’d simply suffer a few scrapes, bruises, and at worst a couple nips of frostbite. Now in seemingly perfect contrast, if he fell here, he’d be burned alive. Bright side it did provide some natural defense, assuming the world trade fleet was also filled with worse flyers than Tarch. As made his quick trek though, he could sense a couple of guards nearby. That was another thing. Scouters might have a bit of difficulty picking up on lower power levels with all the heat from the volcano. Tarch took a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable explanation he’d have to give. He just had to hope his usual shyness with strangers didn’t trip him up.
“Hold it!” called one of the saiyan guards. “State your business here kid!”
Tarch shot him a deadpan stare. As much as he liked visiting the saiyan base on earth, he was still far more focused on giving Mr, Vocado a piece of his mind. “I’m Tarch, I’m here to see Mr. Vocado.”
The sentries took a small pause to stare at each other warily. “Shouldn’t you be on earth then?”
“No”, the teen replied bluntly. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” A guard quickly placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Excuse me,” he insisted a bit harsher.
“Yeah see, we actually got orders to get you back to earth.”
Tarch’s face snapped up, glaring angrily at the grunt. “Excuse me?” he repeated a third time. The bubbling fury was now dripping in his voice.
The guard adjusted himself to get a better grip. “Sorry kid, King Vocado specifically said, ‘If you see a boy named Tarch, tell him to go home. He won’t listen so you might have to be a little forceful. Don’t worry about hurting him, he’s a lot tougher than he looks.’ That said, you look kinda… scrawny?”
“I’m thirteen!” Tarch snapped back, “how many thirteen year olds you know have rippling muscles?”
The grunt ignored the oncoming frustration, instead just plopping said teenager onto his shoulder. “Come on kid, we got a pod all nice and ready for you. Its got all the cool stuff too. Even a video player.”
Tarch struggled briefly but was unable to do much in his suppressed state. “H-hey! You can’t force me to leave the planet!”
Tarch sighed. It couldn’t be helped. For a fraction of a second, Tarch would let his power loose, flooring the grunt holding him with a swift kick, then suppressing his power once again. The other guards were shocked. “Did uh… did you get a reading on him?” Another one spoke up. “No… that was way too quick. Want to give it a try? I might be able to get a read on him.”
Tarch, on the other hand, was in no mood for any playful banter. “Look I’m not here to go around picking fights with random people. Now I’m going in. If Mr. Vocado wants me to go home, he’ll have to force me himself.” With that, the half breed went inside, leaving the three too stunned to move. “Though from the looks of things, he’s gonna need me.” That was more to himself, the teen cracking his knuckles.
After taking a brief minute to gather themselves, the first guard quickly tapped a button on his scouter. “Excuse me Mr… ugh now he got me doing it… King Vocado sir! The Tarch boy you told us about just went inside the base. We couldn’t get a good look at his power level but he did put me on my back sir.”
Tarch was sweating his tail off in there. The earth base was too cold and now the namek base was too hot. You know a place is boiling if Tarch, the summer child who could be comfortable in a desert, says it's too hot. Now there was just one problem. The hybrid didn’t exactly know the layout of this base. He spent enough time in the snowy one to get a good feel, but the volcano one was a complete mystery. So, giving a tired groan, Tarch would search around the base, trying to find some clue of where his mentor could be.