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Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 17, 2018 13:31:54 GMT -6
GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE
CARRO'S PL: 50
The Kais above had to have something against Carro. Or he was the butt of one of their jokes. Satan City was mostly free, the Earth finally held a brief respite of peace. But, a storm could be welling on the horizon with everything going on beneath the surface. Carro managed to organize his schedule somewhat, and currently he dedicated this evening to helping out around the newly purified Satan City. LEO was sniffing out any remanining wells of corruption while Carro had been working on repairing some of the lingering damages, sparse as they were. But his arms ached and his feet felt like they were about to fall off. The thought of being lectured by his own employees yet again finally forced the saiyan to take a break.
He picked up some Papa Shauns pizza as a snack, sitting down on the ledge of a short gray-bricked bridge above a creek. The setting sun shone through the gathered trees in the town park. Everything was quiet, the hustle and bustle gone as the freed citizens wallowed away, by no means ready to return to their normal lives. The saiyan sighed, his to-go pizza slice untouched. Between presidential work, cleaning up Satan City, the whole mess with Ledinjin, running and leading his company, and now the apparent existence of the Dragon Balls on Earth...
The saiyan sighed. Every strand of hair on his tail still remained spiked upwards, even as he curled it around his body. His baggy eyes, which he still fought to keep open, trailed to the skies above, then the radar in his palm, followed by his unkempt clothes- the CEO only just now remembered he forgot to brush his hair in the morning as well. Papers with unintelligible handwriting and all sorts of plans were stacked beside him. Slipping the radar back into his bag where a brief shine of orange glinted, Carro was quick to flop onto his back with a tired yawn. He blinked one eye at a time before shaking his head, picking up one of the sheets and setting it on a clipboard and taking a pencil out from behind his ear. He couldn't rest- not when there was work to be done.
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Post by Saizomaru on Nov 18, 2018 9:40:59 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
"You workin' hard, or hardly workin'?"
Saizomaru was stood only a few feet behind Carro when he had silently appeared. He had a small smirk on his face as he looked down and the little company executive, seeing all of the stationary around him—various papers, some attached to clipboards; a stationary set with pens and pencils of different colours and types; and a small bag beside the boy.
The android's silent footsteps found themselves to the edge of the bridge. He hunkered down, letting his hands hold him in place behind him as he took a seat over the edge of it, his legs dangling over the side. He held his right hand close to his thigh and, with the sound of electric motors whirring, the plates in his legs opened up. A small compartment holding his electronic cigarette jutted out and into the palm of his hand before he had grasped the contraption. The press of its larger button caused the liquid inside to fizz before he took a sharp inhale of it. He paused, then let out a stream of smoke from his lips.
"I was wrong about you, y'know," he admitted. His voice was blunt. But it was sincere. "Always thought you were another high-and-mighty corporate crook who only 'helped' people for the sake of publicity. But you did good back in Satan City. For the most part, anyway."
He took another drag on the vape, then let the streams of smoke blow through his nostrils.
"The city isn't a poker chip to gamble away," he continued. While his tone was the same as before, it was tinged with irritation albeit slightly. "You, nor anyone else, gets to decide to "owns" the city. That includes those arcosians. It is the people of Satan City who decides who "owns" it."
He couldn't help but sigh. It all began to flash back to him. He remembered vividly that smug voice of Ledinjin as he issues his challenged. He remembered his voice when he had declared that the defenders had "failed" it. It made him bubble in that twisted rage that he had back then. His hand grasped tight around his electronic cigarette. It was only because of its durability that it remained uncrushed in his grip.
He let out a groan as he hunched forward. A metal hand placed on his face before running a finger and thumb under his eyes, then trailed over his jaw. "Is this gonna be the fate of Satan City now? Just another game piece to be fought over time and time again?" He took a deep breath as he reeled his body upright again.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Carro."
The fizz of the liquid rattled in the Pyrex tank before the android took another drag. Another billow of smoke poured from his lips.
Carro Hofferson
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 18, 2018 12:14:11 GMT -6
"WhaaAAAAAAuGH--!!" Carro yelped, nearly fumbling right off the bridge ledge. One thing was for sure- he was awake now. Awake, even though his sleepy spell was returning yet again slowly but surely. Once he regained focus and whipped his gaze around, he let out a sigh of both relief and slight exasperation. Saizomaru? What was he doing here? Regardless, he'd swat some of his papers back into their piles with his tail to make room for the android to sit down. The saiyan himself sat upright again, arms folded on his crossed legs. "Uh... Hi." He waved with a nervous smile, turning back to a paper in front of him. Designs of the Dragon Radar he uncovered were drawn on it. Carro folded the paper hastily.
Carro inhaled, his nose scrunching at the smell of the vapor initially. Still, he took a slow exhale out, deciding to put up with it for the sake of not being rude. A slight grin and sigh of relief flew across his face when Saizomaru admitted to being wrong. "...Eh, no hard feelings- I can see why you'd think that. A lot of business-people-types are like that. I've met plenty- they're worse in person, trust me." The saiyan waved dismissively with a hand, briefly shuddering. That Davis fellow still got under his skin, but he was curious what the human was up to now.
And then, the elephant in the room. Carro inhaled slowly as Saizomaru spoke. "Yeah, yeah, I know. That's why I'm not doing that, 'ya nerd." He shrugged, but his form drooped again afterwards. "I can see how it came across that way, though. But I had to speak that clod's language to get him to listen." He began to explain. Ledinjin-ese was tough to translate to English, after all. Still, his form tensed again, his grip on his pencil tightening. "Cause, yaknow, if I straight up said "Screw you, asshole, I'll do your dumb test just to get you off our tails" like I wanted to, he would probably slap me to the moon." Carro forced another grin. "And we alllll know how easy it is to slap me without LEO around."
"Regardless, I got him to agree to those terms, so that's neat. I just had to word it to sound right to his ears and all. Or, uh, earholes. Whatever Arcosians have." Biology wasn't Carro's forte- that was Desmond's job. Still, he picked up another piece of blueprints. He was working on some new upgrades for LEO to help her better combat the Arcosians they were going to face. The more he thought about the rematch, though, the more he dreaded it. But at the same time, he couldn't help but to feel excited at the prospect of smacking sense into those Arcosians. "Everything will remain the same regardless of what happens. This whole "defense" shtick Led proclaimed is nothing we don't usually do ourselves when people need us and all... At least, I think." Another grin, only somewhat forced this time. "If he's doing something I didn't agree to, though, then we can both smack some sense into him or something?" His tone light- half-joking, half-serious.
"Still- The only real, plausible change will be that he'll stop bothering us if we win. Make sense?" So was the long and short of it. Carro turned his gaze astray back to the creek below. "Satan City will be free as long as I still have a say in it. They've suffered enough already, and Ledinjin doesn't seem aware of the fact that he's NOT FREAKIN' HELPING!" His tone was grimly determined to start, but it faded to frustration as he threw his hands up into the air for emphasis, sending some pencils scattering.
"On another note- I'll admit, I was wrong too. I kiiiinda thought you were being rude to me just because, or something. So on and so on." Still, the saiyan grinned. "I-It's good to see I was wrong, though!"
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Post by Saizomaru on Nov 18, 2018 18:44:44 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
A smile spread across those half-organic, half-synthetic lips of the android once he was given the green light by the boy beside him. Even if Carro was just a kid, at least he was the understanding type. It seemed that the two of them had a bit more in common than Saizomaru had once thought. They both knew how uptight the corporate elite could be.
"I've met my fair share of them before, yeah," he admitted. He took another drag of his vape, enjoying the taste of the mango sweetness of it, before billowing out a dense cloud. "Dropped my fair share of them from the fiftieth storey window, too. Don't worry—they're fine, if not traumatized. They know now not to give their staff crap pay anymore."
He couldn't help but chuckle. It felt good teaching them that their money and influence and soft power would not save them from death itself.
That was the lesson he wanted to teach the arcosians of the Federation of Planet Rebellion, or whatever they were called.
But it was about time that they had discussed what had went down in Satan City. Saizomaru sat in silence, idly twirling the electric cigarette in circles by his index finger as the small saiyan explained their decision. For some part of it, it felt as though it was cowardice—to get out of the fight that they were in for. Yet Saizomaru couldn't blame him. They were down three fighters, with one of them being Captain Terryn of the Pride Troopers. Still no one knew where he was. Some say he went AWOL. Others put him down as missing-in-action.
The other part of it was simply to get Ledinjin to drop the charade of his test. It was that part that worked well. Yet it was as the android thought—it was better to drop the fight if just to save the city from any more distress. The populous had just started to break away from the mind control that the World Trade Fleet had put over them, leaving them distressed, confused, lethargic and, in some cases, angry. They needed the time to gather themselves. That wouldn't have been possible with a city-wide fight going on.
"I think you made the right call, even if it was a little… lacklustre," Saizomaru responded once Carro had finished. "It couldn't have been helped. We were pretty much outmatched."
He took another drag, then let out a sighing exhale that left a cloud.
"What with Terryn out of the picture and down a couple of fighters, I don't think we would have won the fight. Nor did it need dragging out any longer than it did. I can only thank whatever god there is that members of the World Trade Fleet didn't decide to come home and kick all our asses."
He paused for a moment. He knew he had to get stronger. They all did. It was that thought that put a smile on his face.
"I got in contact with a few old friends some weeks ago," he said with a slight cheeriness to his otherwise blunt tone. "I've been trying to convince them to put some of the military's funds in a pile to upgrade my body. They were a little hesitant at first, what with all this madness going on right now.
"Well… that was until I told them the situation regarding Satan City." He hummed in a humoured manner. "Now that they've realized that they can't do anything against potential alien threats, they've approved the funding for my upgrade. I guess they reckon I'm the best chance they've got at fighting back these arcosians—and whatever else makes the dumb decision to attack Earth."
A metal hand placed itself upon the shoulder of the Crop Co. founder. "Between mine and LEO's upgrades, I think we're gonna do just fine kicking the hell out of the FPR. Where the Earth's safety is concerned, you know that I've always got your back."
His eyes trailed down to the bag. He could hear some sort of noise coming from it, like a low hum. "By the way… What's in the bag? It's running interference on my internal scanning systems."
Carro Hofferson
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 21, 2018 13:10:05 GMT -6
Carro inhaled slowly at the mention of Terryn. "Yeah, I was wondering where he ran off to." He folded his arms and closed his eyes in thought. "The dude and I just had a presidential debate thing a few weeks ago. It's weird of him to just poof when he's running for a role like that..." But still, he'd nod along at the prospect of them being outmatched. "There and then, yes. Next time they'll be singing a different song, amiright?"
It seemed Saizomaru was hard at work with his own upgrades. Carro nodded along as he spoke. "Yeah. Call me cocky or whatever, but I'm starting to feel more confident in our defenses. The other guys at Crop Co are getting super strong as well! You won't believe how far Sulfur's come too." For a moment, Ramen's haunting message to him all those months ago regarding the conditions on Namek echoed in his head, sending a brief shiver down the saiyan's spine. They were better off than before on Earth, but... Were they really ready?
And then, another elephant was addressed.
"...Oh." What was in the bag?
"Oh. That. Uh. So..." Carro put his hands on his hips, puffing his cheeks and exhaling through his nose. He opened his mouth, trying to get the words out. "Well, y-you see, it's kinda... Sort of like... U-uhhhh...." Yeah, tell the guy that you have some mystical wish balls that summon a giant snake with legs that can grant wishes, his mind nagged. Tell him how they'll attract trouble, tell him how if they fall into the wrong hands the entire universe could be doomed.
"......C-can you keep a secret? As in, not tell another soul as long as you live so we don't all die yet?" Setting the bag on his lap, the saiyan briefly pried away the zipper. He could see a brief shine from the sparkling orb of doom inside. He held the bag closer, forcing his gaze back towards Saizomaru. "I'll put this simply. We have trouble far greater than the overall hassle at Satan City incoming, p-probably, and..." How could he put this lightly..? "J-just PROMISE me you won't let this spread if I tell you, alright? I-if t-the wrong people know, t-then..."
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Post by Saizomaru on Nov 23, 2018 22:20:52 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
The android sighed as he harkened back to what had happens only a few days ago in Satan City. There were all prepared to face whatever challenge would make its way known to them, even setting up a organized group and strategy to tackle whatever would face them. Then, one by one, it seemed like people were losing the plot. Terryn was laid out in a single hit. Bloom and Allium had vanished to settle their own grievances. Everything was turned against them. It was only by Carro's quick thinking that they were able to avoid a mass rumble.
"Yeah, was pretty dumb of me to put high hopes in whatever Terryn was going to do," he said, exasperated at his captain's lack of strength despite what he had showed Saizomaru beforehand. "Still, I have good hope that we'll be able to give them a good thrashing next time. Or maybe I shouldn't. Will probably end up being outmatched again once people decide to ditch."
The nozzle of the vape pressed between his lips as he took another long drag. The fizzing of the oil inside almost drowned out whatever Carro was saying, but the android's ears were tuned enough to hear even the faintest of noises. "I think we'll be just fine so long as everyone shows up and stays," he replied in a half-humoured tone, though there was the obvious tinge of seriousness about it. "And of course Sulfur is doing good. She is my student, after all. Though sometimes I wish she would just train her body more than trying to build power suits for herself."
He hummed for a moment as the CEO was trying to explain to him the significance of the item in his bag. The boy had cut himself short though, opting to keep everything under wraps. At least that was the plan until he had asked Saizomaru a rather personal question, followed by the usual cautious ramblings of a person deep into pessimistic thought.
"Well who am I gonna tell?" he replied with rhetoric. "Okay, yeah, I know a lot of people and stuff, but I'm not one to give away sensitive information to a potential enemy. You learn that in the military the hard way."
A small smirk crept upon those half-caste lips of his. "And I see everyone as a potential enemy. So you've got nothing to worry about." He took another drag before blowing thickened mist in front of him. "So… What's the gadget you got going on in there?"
Carro Hofferson
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 24, 2018 18:01:05 GMT -6
"...Alright. I trust you." Carro reached a hand into the flap. "And, uh-- this... isn't a gadget. Not one of mine. Sort of. It's, uh... Easier to show it than say it, I guess." Sucking in a slow breath as he wrapped his fingers around the small sphere, Carro painstakingly pulled his hand out of the bag. The flash of orange and the shine of the Dragon Ball's glassy surface soon clicked right as he pulled the ball out of the bag. It was small enough to fit in Carro's palm. Five stars shone from within it. "This is a Dragon Ball. The very same from legends."
Carro reached back into the bag, pulling out his radar. It was still held together with some tape, but the screen flashed green as he tapped a few buttons on it. "I, uh, found this radar in storage awhile ago. When I touched it up, it led me straight to the Dragon Ball here." His gaze trailed back to Saizomaru. "For once, I think my worry is well-placed. I've gotten... reports from Namek, too."
"The Saiyan Kingdom are apparently having a leadership crisis. That and there's apparently a likely chance they'll return to their past, imperial ways." His grip on the wish orb tightened. "Fighters far beyond Ledinjin showed up to try and take the Dragon Balls on Namek. If they brought so much trouble there, then..."
Carro sighed, setting the Dragon Ball down beside him. "...These things can grant power beyond comprehension, they can make you richer than the richest- they can grant complete immortality if the myths are true about their power. If this falls into the wrong ears, if someone horrible gathers all seven and makes their wish, then I'm pretty sure we're screwed."
"B-but! On the flip side, if we gather all of them, we can surely make Earth's defenses even greater. We're going to need every ounce of power we can get, I think." He tried to focus on the positives. He could become president, focus the Earth into a proper united force to defend itself, and use that to gather the Dragon Balls and give them enough force from that to fend off whatever the Fleet or Saiyans had in store. "Things are going to get worse before they get better if this goes down how I think. But... I guess it's not hopeless or anything? It's rough, but..."
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Post by Saizomaru on Nov 24, 2018 19:21:18 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
It felt odd to hear that Carro had trusted him, though nostalgic at the same time. Saizomaru had never earned anyone's verbal trust since he had joined Goblin Six all those years ago. Even after he had retired from military service they still remained comrades. It was almost feeling like this could be the start of a new chapter for him.
But whatever the saiyan boy was worried about seemed to gnaw at his thoughts voraciously. Carro was hesitant in revealing what it was that was so secretive. But the faint glowing hue from the back began to brighten more and more as the dragon ball was slowly pulled from the bag.
The android was taken aback by what he was seeing. The palm-sized ball glistened in the light, refracting through its orange glass form. The seven red stars shone a bright gleam against the light, always facing forward regardless of the angle in which Carro turned it when he moved his hand. Memories began to flood Saizomaru's mind as he recalled a meeting with a certain doragon on the Lookout.
"They… really are real," he muttered to himself. As Carro reached in to grab something else, a metal hand reached out to carefully take the orb from the boy's own, not even thinking to ask. He was compelled to. Despite seeing it with his own eyes, he needed to hold it just to fully understand the gravitas of what he was witnessing.
"Neo always said that these were the real deal," he said as he gazed deeply into the orb. "I've heard stories. I've heard that both good and evil fought wars over these. Hell, even the Mushou-Ryuu scriptures had passages about these things. I always thought they were some sort of metaphorical tale to finding one's inner strength or something. But now…"
He took a deep breath. He placed the orb back into the bag. For all of its lustre and wonder, Saizomaru was beginning to share Carro's own trepidations about these dragon balls. "Now I think I know what I must do."
When Carro began to talk about the dragon radar in his hands, Saizomaru began to contemplate on things. It was beginning to become more and more apparent that wars over these things were not some fabled stories of old. He didn't want to imagine what sort of catastrophe could befall the world should others gain the necessary technology to find these things.
He had to do what he could to help. He felt the heavens directing his soul. And he knew how to start.
Unlike before, the android grabbed at the dragon radar in the boy's hand. He looked down at it and gazed at it. Into it. His cybernetic ocular prowess began to delve deep into its workings, its components, its schematics. His vision became obscured by cybernetic and mechanical data to whizzed through his sight as lists and databases and charts began to flash before him. One by one he was making a documented note of every last part of this tool, how it was assembled, and even where he could find certain parts.
For what felt like a few moments was only several seconds. He passed it back to Carro once he was done. "Now that I know how that thing works, I can probably make my own at some point. Might take me a while, though."
He couldn't help but sigh. He was starting to feel the pressure build on him, a weight forming on his shoulders. "I think I may have to have a word with my master," he muttered. "He may know more about this."
He turned to Carro. "What about you? You got a plan on how to handle all this?"
Carro Hofferson
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 25, 2018 17:08:21 GMT -6
Somehow, even the more laid-back Saizo seemed to be getting just as worried as Carro was, panicky as he always was. He'd let the android pick up his Dragon Ball and Radar, nodding along as the android scanned the latter's systems. "This one's an old model, I think- it eats up batteries REALLY easily. I'm trying to work around it, but I haven't had much luck yet." The saiyan explained. "I have managed to make batteries that are usually good enough to last long enough to find one Dragon Ball. But the radar's usually busted for a week-ish after." He explained. "I've built a good handful of batteries when you do get your own Radar, I guess. Sooo..."
The air was still tense with the looming danger breathing on Carro's neck. "Yeah, feel free to tell him." Carro said he put his trust in the android, and he was going to stick through. If he saw everyone as an enemy but grew to trust someone, surely he could too, right? "As for right now..." What was his plan, exactly? Carro himself was anticipating a lot to come- but it was hard to plan for things that had yet to happen.
"Currently I'm just laying low and trying to find these things in quiet- not cause a stir and all. The rest of the guys are going to be on high alert watching for any potential dangers to the hunt also. If trouble comes to us, we'll hopefully be able to swat it away with all these new upgrades and training procedures and such boosting everyones' power. Speed is key when hunting for these." The sooner they could gather all seven, summon the Eternal Dragon, and send the Dragon Balls back to where they came from after, the better. Less time for the enemy to act was good- but it was a little hard to move quickly and quietly at the same time.
"As for the wish, if we gather all seven...?" Carro paused. "I... haven't really thought that far yet for certainties. I'd like to revive those that died in Badman City, but I hear the guys on Namek are already on that. Whether or not they're successful in their search... I don't know." If the Saiyans lost the fight, the right thing to do would be to put the last nail in the coffin in regards to fixing Satan City. The Dragon's power was immense, but... What would be the best way to use such strength?
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Post by Saizomaru on Nov 25, 2018 19:38:25 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
Carro wasn't kidding when he said it was an old model. The whole thing looked like it was ready fall apart if not for the strips of duct tape holding it together. Saizomaru was surprised that the thing was even in working condition, let alone the fact that it was energy inefficient. He guessed that sensing any sort of magical energy was a drain on its sensors.
"Well you gotta take what you're given, I guess," he said with a slight sigh in his exhale. He pressed the button on his vape and took a long drag. A large cloud of mango-scented smoke filled the air in front of him as he exhaled the vapour. "And don't worry about giving me batteries. I can probably make a rechargeable set or something. Then I guess I'll just stick it up my ass to recharge it. Something like that."
The android sat in thought for a few moments. He was sure his master would have some sort of knowledge on these things. He dubbed himself an "overseer" of the north quadrant of the galaxy. Surely he would have knowledge of the dragon balls if he spent his time watching over the mortal races. Exactly how much he knew, Saizomaru couldn't guess. He wasn't even sure what sort of information his master would even divulge if he asked, if he was willing to say anything at all.
The Crop Co. boss had the right idea though. If they were to have any sort of chance in finding them, they needed to be quick. More importantly, they needed to be prepared. They needed to get stronger. There was no telling who would turn up to contest the orbs. The World Trade Fleet could very well be looking for them. Even the Federation of Planets Rebels were likely in on the act as well. With how the battle of Satan City turned out, Saizomaru had doubts whether or not they were going to be able to successfully hold onto the balls they already had—especially if they were caught in a one-on-one fight with those arcosians.
"Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what I'm gonna wish for either," admitted the android. He took another drag on the fruity oil. Two vents of smoke poured from his nostrils. "I don't really want for much. Really, the only thing I want from this is for them not to fall into the wrong hands—to keep the world safe from any sort of disastrous consequences that might occur if evil got their hands on them."
He paused. Protect the world. He was beginning to think of something that he could ask the dragon for. Something that would help him become a vanguard for the Earth. "You said that the dragon balls could give power, right? And immortality?" He hummed for a moment. A humourless smile sprawled across his lips.
"Maybe I'll wish for one of them. At least that way I'll have the power to take on any threat that dares to rear its head on Earth."
Carro Hofferson
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 26, 2018 18:46:40 GMT -6
Saizo seemed to have the right idea- to keep the Dragon Balls from falling into the wrong hands. But what he said next, though... "Wh-- n-no!" Carro retorted at the mere thought. "THAT much power, on one person? No offense, but... I don't think it'd be healthy for ANYONE to be able to have the power to lord over anyone and everyone. That strength- you wouldn't be able to be stopped!" Carro sighed. "...Though I guess that's kind of the point of unrivaled power." They could barley hold off Ledinjin and company. What would happen if they were pit against an even GREATER threat? The saiyan sighed, shivering slightly. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became of the wish he'd make...
"Saizo?" His tone was sullen and sunk. "...I... I think I have an idea for the wish. You know how I said things would get worse before they get better?" He clenched onto the Dragon Ball. If it were possible to begin with, his nails would have scratched it's surface from gripping on it so hard. "...These things will bring conflict. They'll bring death. What if..." He swallowed hard. "What if people die looking for these? I'm just not talking about enemy casualties, e-either. They'll do anything for a wish, and..." Sweat pooled on his forehead. "...W-what if I d-die trying to protect these things on m-my own?" Carro's tone shook. Realization had been sinking in for a few days now about the circumstances and gravity of this situation- and it wasn't pretty.
Maybe the wish would be better used for protecting the Earth then reviving his sorry ass if he did wind up being weak enough to die against a single Arcosian- or whatever other beasts the Fleet had unleashed. Carro remained silent, clearly fighting to keep the tears welling in his glassy eyes from streaking down his cheeks, or breaking into a fit. He already had the pressure of running a company, fighting the F.P.R, and presidential work on his back. One person could only handle so much.
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Post by Saizomaru on Nov 26, 2018 19:11:09 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
Carro wasn't exactly thrilled to hear what the android was planning to use his wish for. What the tiny saiyan said had some truth to it, however; anyone with more power than they had any right to hold would no doubt be beholden to its influence in a negative light. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, so the saying went.
But this was Saizomaru they were talking about. He lived and breathed to fulfil his family's legacy to uphold peace and defend the Earth. What could possibly happen that he would steer from that path, from his destiny?
"Well… isn't that the point?" the android asked in a blunt tone. "With power greater than that of our enemies, who could possibly be able to stop me from wiping the floor with their collective faces?" He hummed for a moment, then smiled. "Maybe you're right. I doubt it, but maybe. But… like I said—I have nothing else that I really wanna wish for."
There was a silence between them. Both of them were in thought of what they would do, what needed to be done, and, ultimately, what it would all culminate into. None of them really understood fully the gravity of the situation that they were no doubt about to be thrown into. Enemies of all sorts of backgrounds and creeds and races and power would likely be after the dragon balls.
Then Carro spoke up, breaking the silence that had befallen the two. His worried, stressed and sullen disposition carried upon each word that he spoke. The little saiyan guy was worried about people possibly dying on the hunt for these. No doubt that people would do. Even Carro himself might end up being a casualty in the search for the dragon balls.
Saizomaru already knew it. It was no shock to him about the revelation of friends dying for these. He had heard the stories. He had read the scriptures. Wars had broken out between races for these magical wish-granting orbs. Entire civilizations had been rent to nothing but dust and ruins because of them. The android was content of the fact that the possibly of war on Earth existed. He had made peace with it.
"You might do." Saizomaru didn’t know what else to say about the prospect. Carro was just a kid. He was right to be scared of death. But Saizomaru, however, had already stared into that dark, cold abyss once. He had already felt the embrace of death once. Even now he considered himself not truly alive. He was uncaring to the prospect of dying. "But we'll just revive you with the dragon balls, right? No biggie. Just think of it like… going on vacation to a new place you've never been to before."
He chuckled a little, then patted the little guy's poofy orange hair. "Ya never know. The afterlife probably has a theme park! Eh… but then you'd be too short to ride the rollercoasters."
Carro Hofferson
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 30, 2018 12:59:54 GMT -6
"Yeah, but who'd wipe the floor with your face if you got out of hand or were smacked by the same power that they used to control Satan City?" Carro would briefly point out with a little snark and annoyance mixed in. "I don't want to give unimaginable power to ONE person. A handful of people, maybe. But one? Nope. Nope." He'd sigh- maybe this was just his stress getting to him and clouding his judgement again...
When he did admit his own fears of death on the hunt to Saizo, the android's response did little to ease his nerves. "B-but what if I die and you DON'T get them?!?!" He retorted, the hairs on his tail standing on end. "I-I can't die now! There's president stuff, Sulfur, work in general, the Fleet still looming in general also, and the fact that Ledinjin's totally going to just get even worse without me around a-a-and--" He stammered, running a hand through his hair and bringing his knees closer to his torso. What was he going to do, die on his very first day in office if he became president?
Carro inhaled slowly, but he found himself still breathing rapidly moments after in spite of his attempt to calm his body down. "...I don't want to use that form in battle either i-if I do have to fight against the Fleet and such, also... Y-you know, the-- uh..." Carro tapped his watch, opening the clock on top to reveal a small, red button. The word "BLUTZ" was scribbled atop a piece of tape near it. He sighed, slumping over and closing the watch back over his emergency button. He had no control over his Oozaru form, even though it could likely bat away most danger that was thrown towards himself and LEO. He could kill people and not remember a thing about it after. LEO could keep his Oozaru form in remote check, but even she only had a leash so long, so to speak.
"R-regardless, I guess all I can really do is hope I can finish Leo's upgrades in time..." Carro ran a hand down his face. The saiyan felt like the uncertainty of everything was slowly eating him. He could be scared and plan for something he knew was coming, like his fight with Ledinjin, but the unknown was a threat of a far greater caliber.
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Post by Saizomaru on Nov 30, 2018 13:25:06 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
Saizomaru sighed as he shook his head "Wow. Talk about an ode to the faithless," he exasperate as he shot the small saiyan a glance. Saizomaru sighed as he shook his head "My lineage has always been on the side of peace, to protect the Earth, and to protect its people. You honestly think that I'm gonna go mad with power just for the sake of having it? I haven't gone mad yet, have I?"
Then, the android paused. No. There was one who abandoned their destiny.
"Okay, okay. If it really makes you feel any better, we'll split the power right down the middle between you and me. Sixty-forty." he smirked, then let out a light chuckle. He took a dragon of the evaporated oil from the vape tank, then exhaled through his nose.
But by this point Carro was already on the verge of having a mental breakdown. All of this stress was getting to his tiny little head, creating a weight on his mind and a burden on his shoulders. Ranting and raving about dying, the dragon balls, his presidential race, the World Trade Fleet, the Federation of Planets Rebels—it was all surmounting to being one huge ball of unrelenting worry.
A metal hand patted down on the bundle of messy orange hair. It wasn't much of a comforting gesture, but at least maybe it would snap the executive officer from his own little dark stupor.
"You need to start putting your faith in others," said Saizomaru. "You're not the only person here who's trying to sort all of this stuff out. You're not alone. You have people who are gonna help you through this."
He hummed, then slid his had from the boy's head. "You can start by putting your faith in me." The fizzing of oil broke the verbal silence as the android inhaled the vapour from the nozzle.
"I'm sure you'll be able to get your upgrades done in time. But…" He took another dragon from the electronic cigarette. "If you don't… then I have another idea. But I'm gonna need you to trust me."
The android leaned back a little. He gazed out towards the horizon, catching the water and the rolling hills to the sides in his view. The gentle waters rippled calmly the glistening light from the sun.
"My new body will be ready in a few days," he continued. "After those few days, my body should be ready for combat. We should meet up back here then. If you're so worried about being hunted for the dragon balls in your possession… then let me hold onto them for you. I'll be able to keep them safe. "
He looked down at the bag. He could see the glowing light from the dragon radar's screen softly highlighting the shadows from inside the bag. "And, if you want, you can let me borrow the radar to gather the rest of them. All your choice though."
Carro Hofferson
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