Fury Road (Closed)

Why did she ever think this was a great idea? What in her right mind made her think that this would be a good place to search for Typha? She was out in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization in a place that could probably equivocate to the slums of a city if they had any. It was a dangerous place to be, but of course Aisise wasn't going to shy away from such a location if it held any clues for her mission. Besides, as odd as it was, it wasn't entirely impossible for her to find him here. There was just that small hope that she chose to believe in.

As she weaved past the exploding volcanoes, Aisise simply couldn't help but glance back at them. She hadn't expect this many to congregate in such a small area, but then again she didn't know what the Namekian ecosystem was even like in the first place. Currently, she was overlooking the area to see if she could spot a power signature she recognized. Surely there couldn't be that many strong people aside from that Kraktus person from the fleet and the others that she encountered when she had first landed. Perhaps if she could just narrow that down, she would be able to find him.

After seeing power levels in the 100s and 10s for quite awhile, something quickly caught her attention. Something in the thousands were generally rare, and this person was also slightly more powerful than she was. Could this person be Typha? Lowering herself, she had allowed herself to follow the signature, hoping that it would lead her to the person she was trying to find... 

To her disappointment, she instead had found a young woman walking down a path while looking into an odd device. Well... that was disappointing to say the least. Sighing, Aisise was ready to fly off when she had a thought. This person didn't seem to be a native or resident of Namek. Perhaps she was a visitor just like she was. There existed the chance that she could have hints about Typha's location. Lowering herself down in front of the woman, Aisise raised her hand in a form of a greeting. "Hello," she said. "I didn't expect to see many people out here. It's nice to know that I'm not alone at least. What are you doing here if I can ask?"

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Travel was more exhausting than Algere remembered, or perhaps he was just getting old. As stared down at the lush, green Namek below, he decided to land in a volcanic area. The ashes from the plumes would obscure his descent to some degree. With the usual jarring speed that accompanied travel by space pod, his pod crashed to Namek’s surface, creating a little crater. The hatch hissed open as Algere eagerly stepped out to stretch his stiffened limbs. Stowing away the pod in a capsule, he adjusted his scouter. If he were to find Guru, he supposed that he needed to find the largest cluster of power levels.

“Mm…?”

Algere frowned when he detected two not insignificant readings in the immediate vicinity. Well, well. Heading toward the two signatures, he was surprised to see a Saiyan and what looked like a Konatsian. He was immediately on guard, but fortunately for him, the young Saiyan explained her purpose on the planet. The Dragonballs. Well, he supposed that answered one of the questions that he had for the current Guru. There were Dragonballs. And apparently, they were active.

“Is that so? You’ll want to be a little more tight-lipped around strangers, young miss Madani.”

He had these two at a disadvantage at least in terms of etiquette. Still, he meant them no harm. Perhaps they could help him, though he doubted that the Saiyan would. He was accustomed to their hostility toward his kind. Still, it would be rude to ignore her so he looked to both of them when he asked his next question.

“Would either of you know where the current Guru of the Namekians resides? I’ve bus-”

Business with him sounded to official. Probably slightly menacing coming from someone like him.

“-something to ask him.”

“What wish do I want granted,” Casca returned the Konatsian’s question with a question, meant for herself? Wouldn’t mind having my military student loans paid off, she thought to herself. “I think that is a long story, but in short. The planet’s defenses will be tested, for there is a Monstar on the loose,” the Saiyan paused as the thought of the melevant Yogu stalking the Dragon Balls, hopefully far away, with the blood of his victims littered across his body.

Startled awake form her nightmare-daydream by the sound of space pod as it entered Namek’s atmosphere, the two eventually became three. “The Guru? He’s —,” recently trying to get the newly appointed Guru’s attention seemed to even elude her skills. After the grounds became desecrated with blood, the small group temporary disbanded. Flip and Casca retreated to the sanctuary of the Big Gamble while Oboe went …

“Oboe, yeah I know the Guru personally,” Casca dug her hands into the neckline of her armor, “I’d say we were best friends.” Casca winced when her thoughts trailed once again to the Monstar piercing the Guru’s side as Yogu cried out in horror at what he allowed to happen. Painfully, the young woman repeated herself, “Yeah, I think we are friends.” She continued until the Konatsian brought up the Prince.


The Kingdom, Typha, Kayen. Got it?


Casca remembered the last conversation she had with the Konatsian Prince as he heroically intervened to save her and the rest of the posy’s lives. Which made it even more difficult when she had the knowledge provided by the Super Saiyan and former King, Vocado, that Typha was no longer apart of the living. “Not, for long,” the Saiyan rudely interrupted the dialogue among her new acquaintances as she grasped for the right words to explain her sincerest apologies and respects to the Konatsian warrior before her.

“Three options to find the Guru,” Casca chose not to share the information with the Konatsian until the time was more appropriate. “You fly as far that way as you can until its not as hot,” she gestured to the far off location of the Maima Region, containing the Elder Village, filled with Namekians who could actauly help, but where was the fun in that? “Two, Flip’s mega-ship, the Big Gamble. I swear I’ve seen him there before; the Namekians apparently are very good at gambling, who would have thought.”  This wasn’t so hard, don’t bring up the Monstar and no one will ask about the Prince.

Walking a short distance ahead of the two, the Saiyan stretched out her arms as she alluded to the road behind her. “Or number three. We look for the Dragon Balls and the Guru finds us! We are bound to cross paths during the Hunt, something that happens more frequently than you’d think,” she finished as the group turned its attention to the still beeping Dragon Radar in the Konatsian warrior’s hands. “If either one of you has batteries, I would be more than happy to lend you this little guy … on the one condition we do all of this together.”

Giving the Arcosian a glance before ending up back on the face of the Konatsian, Casca thought to herself the amounting army against the Monstar might have just grown a little bigger today. “What do you guys say? Want to join the Hunt?”  Casca wished she didn't have to say it, but they needed all the help they could get, and fast.

"Now wait just a moment," Aisise said. All she said was that she was searching for the guru. As nice as it was to go get a wish of her own granted, it was a waste of time and effort when all she wanted was to bring Typha back. She simply didn't see any reason to go to the hunt. Sure, she could perhaps wish him back home, but it seemed like a risky idea when she could just go search around Namek. It would be a much safer and smarter idea to search every inch of the planet than it was to find all 7 dragon balls to bring him back. 

Shaking her head, Aisise gave both of them an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any reason to join the hunt. I just need to bring home Typha and I'll be on my way. That's it. Speaking of, do any of you happen to know where he is?" She had just remembered she had forgotten to ask them if they knew the whereabouts of the prince. Hopefully, at least one of them knew what had happened to him. Anything was better than nothing after all.

Whether or not they would give her a response, Aisise began to ascend slightly, ready to leave the area. "If not, its fine. I do wish you both well on your search, but I don't really have any reason to hunt. If I find a dragon ball during my search I'll let you both know."

For once, Algere was truly surprised. Growing up on Arcose as a Saiyan child? He wondered if it wasn’t some plot by some aspiring noble, but she seemed a little daft for that. He just grunted to hide his surprise and fiddled with the radar when she handed it over. He idly listened in to the conversation, clicking his tongue when he heard that someone had died in the hunt. It seemed a rather perilous pursuit. If he died without doing something about his daughter, Claire would surely kick his ass around the afterlife.

“Mm… sounds dangerous, young lady. Don’t you have anyone who cares about you? I’m sure they’d be worried to hear that you were doing something so risky with your life.”

Having finished his tinkering - it was just used up power cells - Algere handed the radar back to Casca, looking at her with a certain softness. He mentally chided himself for going soft. Perhaps he ought to tell Chill that he was thinking of retiring. Once he had his daughter… well, he felt like that would be enough for him. The fire of his nephew’s ambition burned brighter than his had in decades. If he wanted, Algere would still advise him, so long as that didn’t endanger his family. Though, he would have to discourage his daughter from joining the Fleet. Hrm.

“...ah, my apologies.”

Algere suddenly realized that he had been staring at Casca.

“You reminded me of my daughter.”

Turning away and drawing up his cloak around him while he regained his composure, he sighed to himself. He really was going soft. Well, he had been saying that to himself ever since he had married Claire. Kami, he missed her. He was just a mopey, broody stiff without her to kick him into action. Shaking his head, he turned to Casca and Aisie.

“A plan you say… Well, I should find the Guru before joining the Hunt, but once I do I shall find you again. What’s this plan? Perhaps I can offer some insight.”

Ah, the plan.

Find all seven Dragon Balls. Meet at the shrine of Porunga. Summon the dragon, successfully. For our troubles, we are granted three wishes. “Well, the plans pretty simple. I think its what we will be using the wishes for that is peeking your interests.”

Wanting to appease all audiences, the Saiyan gave a who-knows gesture. “Namek’s a big place, getting more crowded every day. What the wishes ultimately get used for is up to the person standing before the shrine at the end of the hunt. And the hunts only begun.”

Turning to hide her panic, Casca knew they wanted more than the generic answer she peddled as the grand plan. The powers hunting the orbs on Namek were far beyond her understanding, leading her to believe her wish would fall on deaf ears as it was. As much as she wanted to tell the Konatsian that her Prince would be returned to the living, she didn’t know? She too wanted to know the answer for her own personal reasons! Disappointed in her ability to give the two a true answer, the Saiyan scratched her head as she was forced to refocus on the situation.

“My teammate Flip hasn’t left the Gamble since the Monstar attacked. The Guru has been more than busy rectifying what he can, as fast as he can. And there are two Super Saiyans.” Casca paused to emphasize her point, showing the number two with her fingers, “who are friends with the Guru, also putting out fires.” It was a lot to explain, the plan wasn’t really discussed beyond their confrontation with Yogu, that being the reason they were all meeting. But what happened, happened. Things after that kind of spiraled into this frantic search to make all of this mean something. To give a reason to the bloodshed.

Typha and Yogu both deserve to be brought back to life, but was it Casca’s call to make?

“I wasn’t strong enough to help your friend,” the Saiyan said to both parties. “And now my penance is to find these damn things and trust me, I want to make things right —,” Casca physically felt ill as she talked, “I can’t say what the galaxy has in store for me tomorrow, let alone when all of the Dragon Balls are found. The plan for now is to survive until then.”

The plan was rather... simple. Almost too much for her liking to be frank. All they were able to do was find the dragon balls and then wish upon them to bring them both back to life whilst trying to survive until then. However, if what the Kai and her weapon said was true, the Fleet was also searching for the Dragon Balls. If they were to get a hold of them, who knows what it would mean? And like Casca said, Namek was only getting bigger. The amount of people participating in the hunt would only increase as time went by. From what Casca said, they did have allies with a person named Flip and two Super Saiyans, to her relief. However, she hardly even knew who was involved. "Who are our current competitors?" She asked, wanting to at least get a gauge on what their chances are. Even if their enemies were the strongest of the Fleet themselves, it wouldn't stop Aisise from her task. No, she was going to do her best to bring Typha back. Even if it meant that she would die trying.

However, the arcosian had decided to leave the two here, heading towards the guru. Aisise merely gave a nod of acknowledgement as he flew away. Despite the fact that she still distrusted him, she couldn't help but feel empathetic. They  both lost someone they cared deeply for, even if in her case she wasn't blood related to the recipient. The heavy sensation still lingered in her stomach. It would take awhile for her to accept his sacrifice, but she had to focus on the good. She must focus on the fact that there existed a chance for him to come back to life. And she couldn't blow it.

"So, do you think we can try to scan now?" Aisise said, taking another peek at the radar. She didn't know what would happen, however, they both needed to make a plan. "For all we know, the ball might be halfway across the world. If that's the case, I don't know how strong you are, but you might not survive against some of our competitors." If she could hardly even stand against the general of the Fleet, how was she going to survive the other lingering threats? "When you find a ball, contact me and let me have it. I'll protect it with my life." Aisise got down to a knee and began to give a slight bow to Casca before looking up. "If it means saving Typha, I'll gladly put my life on the line."