Old Ground Jan 18, 2019 19:44:07 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Jan 18, 2019 19:44:07 GMT -6
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The winds were heavy with snow as the sun began settling behind the mountain. It felt familiar, but it was not precisely a comfortable memory. Many people liked the cold weather, but Vocado always associated it with ill tidings. His father used to shy away from vacations on planets with rainstorms. He always said it was bad luck.
Was a snowstorm any different?
Vocado tightened his cloak around him as he landed at the mouth of a small alcove of a mountainside. Further inside the small cave was a metallic blast door. Large and imposing, the iced door hadn’t been opened in days, if not weeks.
Most of the soldiers of the Saiyan Kingdom had left the harsh environment of the cold once Planet Vegeta was reclaimed. Of course, a handful of soldiers had stuck behind to hold up their promise to protect Earth in case some great threat arrived, but they weren’t exactly taking the job seriously. Not like there was any need to, Vocado supposed. Earth was crawling with powerful fighters, after all.
With a quick series of motions on the keypad hidden by snow, the blast door opened, letting in the cold wind. The lights were still on inside, though dimmed considerably. It seemed that it was beginning to fall into disrepair. Maybe this was a good thing. Turning this place back into something worthwhile could bring the soldiers back, and if not he’d force them here.
Vocado wasn’t sure what he was doing yet. Up until this morning he was content to rot in the cold dark of some cave, but today was fresh. He wasn’t inspired to revolt, not yet anyways, but at least he was more than ready to stop moping... Maybe.
With a heavy sigh, Vocado stepped further into the base, and began searching. He needed to be sure nothing vile had taken refuge here.