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Post by Vocado on Feb 17, 2018 20:54:47 GMT -6
Though Vocado was indeed a prince, he hadn't actually expected the bowing. People hadn't paid him much mind in his youth, and perhaps that was why he wasn't so cocky and pompous like most other royals. Either way, his response to the cordial greeting was little more than an awkward set of rapid blinks.
"I suppose so. Prince's aren't usually one for sitting around idly."
The Prince turned to Mollusc, who implied this was destiny. It seemed preposterous, but maybe he wasn't exactly wrong.
"Well, whatever this is, we can't do much with just the four of us. The Arcosians have a fleet. We need to split up, find other survivors, and train."
Vocado stopped for a minute. Mollusc had finished digging Slag's grave, and offered a moment for last words. He frowned deeply, and sighed.
"You were a good man, Slag... Find peace in Otherworld."
Suddenly, Vocado hopped skyward, a few tears staining his cheeks. From above he shouted, making sure to keep his sights anywhere other than the group below. "Heran!" intoned Vocado, "Can you give me a location to meet up with you in a few days? I've got some searching to do."
He'd wait just a few moments, and whether or not Koban gave him somewhere to be, he'd shoot across the night sky, his bright red Ki streaking in the wind.
A quick but teary-eyed exit. Sorry y'all!
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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Feb 17, 2018 22:33:55 GMT -6
"It is possible, but I swear it was the Pride Troopers... Maybe a colleague had provided one of you men with a scouter or a gravity chamber?" Xana thought about it a bit longer, but found no real keen interest. The Saiyan crossed her arms once more and turned to the group. "I can see that my services are no longer in need here... I have students to find, so I must be making an exit soon." Xana watched as Vocoda gave his wishes before commanding a place and time to meet up. "Vocado, if it's no problem with you..."
"I would like for you to meet me as well, one day. I'll be making a break for the central city, so meet me there. I have a feeling there is someone we know there... or, at least, more of us." The Elite put a hand to her breast and let her aura appear as she started to lift up. "May you be..." What a cheesy line... "Guided... by Porunga's hand..." And she left before anyone could intervene... What an awkward exit.
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Post by Mollusc on Feb 18, 2018 0:41:27 GMT -6
He sat as he heard the hera explain all about the pride trooper activities on earth. They had been on the planet for about a year. They did sound like this galactic patrol but the pride trooper and the patrol he had never heard of until today. If the Galatic patrol did exist it clearly was not a good organization. The Sacking of Vegeta proved that. He sat looking at the grave as Vocado gave only a few words though they were powerful. The Saiyan came to tears after as Mollusc only nodded. He didn't have much attachment to anyone but to have one of your family members dies must have hurt greatly. The Namekian got to his feet the wind blowing into his face. He looked into the sky pondering the next step. They had a lot of thinking to do.
Even with the combined might of Vegeta and earth would it be enough? To defeat such a powerful foe as the aroscians. He knew Porunga would guide them to victory but how many of them would die? His mind was snapped out of this thought as the Other saiyan. "I see well I will make sure to meet with you all in central city." he'd bow his head to Xana as she flew off. He turns back to the grave as he began to bury the manfully with the door used to bring dirt and put it on him. As he did this he spoke, "Heran is it?" He said confused on what species he was before he began to speak again. "Your group I'd prepare them. I have not met any one of your men but I was quite powerful and even I was blown away by the aroscians. I suppress a saiyan trooper in spades. Prepare them so you don't have to see them die. If they're not ready then the earth will be doomed." He keeps on burying the man as he stood. He didn't expect any real response but if there was a talk there was a talk.
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Post by Captain Koban on Feb 19, 2018 3:22:09 GMT -6
Koban raised an eyebrow at Xana “I can't quite say, to be honest, I’m not sure how long you have been on Earth but if it’s been bit then maybe you met up with one of the others?” Koban suggested with a shrug, he would make sure to check in with the rest of the team, maybe she had met with Bella? If anyone on the team was likely to be requesting equipment for them it was probably her. “Good luck with finding your students, if you need any help feel free to stop by the Pride Trooper HQ, or keep an eye out for me out on patrol” Koban said with a grin before turning to Vocado who had asked if there was anywhere that they could meet up “We’re moving to a proper HQ now, we’ll most likely be going with a place in North City. When I’m not there though I’m usually out on patrol in one of the cities, with the move going on I’ll probably be sticking around North City unless anything big happens”Koban then turned to the Namekian who gave him the advice to prepare his team, the Namekian was right that he was no weakling and even beyond that if the WTF had the capability and interest to take down the Homeworld of the Saiyan Kingdom then they really were not the type to take lightly. “I’ll keep that in mind, my team likes to keep in top shape but we’ll probably need to kick things up a bit more if the WTF is on the warpath. Just like I said with the others you’re more than welcome to stop by the HQ if you need anything” Koban offered, nodding to the Namekian, with the others taking off Koban would do the same heading back in the direction of North City. PL: 5,610
Koban will be exiting as well!
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Post by Mollusc on Feb 19, 2018 12:57:11 GMT -6
The Namekian looked towards Koban as he seemed to leave. He noted he would make sure they were in shape for the upcoming battle. He then flew off. He'd turn his head looking back at the grave. He keeps putting dirt on untill it was covered fully. That way he'd be buried. When he finished he sat down in a meditating posture. He wondered if this was the sign from Porunga. That meeting them here was a turning point he'd need to keep mind of. The Saiyan prince and the lord of the pride troopers. "Porunga I will carry your mission to my dying breath but I must know is this what I been looking for I need to know, please. Any sign you can give me give it to me! I am lost without your guidance." His calm exterior broke as he stared up. He didn't see anything.
He'd turn in rage smashing his arm into a rock it shattering to pieces. He'd crash to his knee his head slamming into the dirt. "I beg you Porunga please forgive me. I have sinned in your name. I wish to only know what to do. I want to serve you the best I can but I don't know how. I need a sign. I need something. Is this that sign." He'd look up seeing nothing. It must not have been the sign. He'd frown as he got to his feet. Sadness lingered on his face. What was he suppose to do? Who was he supposed to follow? Who was the one who carried the will of Porunga? He'd turn back around thinking of the two men he meets today. He had had to test the both of them. He'd have to see if they were worthy of Porunga eyes. Were they worthy to be followed in the name of Porunga? He didn't know yet but he'd find out soon. No matter what it took. His aura sprung around him as he flew off to find any other signs of Porunga. Perhaps there be one close by.
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