An Unlikely Pairing! (Closed) Jun 12, 2019 0:51:46 GMT -6
Post by Casca on Jun 12, 2019 0:51:46 GMT -6
"An Unlikely Pairing"
Spare the Introductions
Calling out in her best Namekian dialect, sounding more like an infant’s first gibberish parent’s love to tell their friends about, the Saiyan tried to rally support from anyone that happened to be within earshot. The creature proved to be more upset than Casca thought, snatching her ankle as it tried to return to the depths below with a little snack. What once seemed like a smart idea, attempting to try to catch a bite to eat turned into a wake-up call. Just because she saw some wildlife early on during her trek didn’t mean this was going to be easy. A fifty percent chance she’d get into another stupid situation, or fifty percent she’d have dinner. And so it goes.
Clawing to remain topside, the young woman tried to remember why she ever thought this was a good idea. Trying to remember the names of the two Namekians she helped beat the shit out of this angry dude, she sat in contemplation as she was dragged back towards the creature’s home. Only one of us being an outlaw, Casca thought to herself. Not knowing the proper pronunciation of his name and not exactly remembering if they even exchanged pleasantries before they departed, would the Saiyan consider the outlaw a friend. Eh, she might need to hold her breath.
As much as she wanted to believe there was some sort of mutual respect achieved as they held off the hoards of mercenaries together, plus Steno, Casca couldn’t be sure. The man projected that kind of arrogance of having done it all before, a life in standby until his next adrenaline spike, his next high, his next victory. Well, not her first choice but what the hell, she thought as she prepared the last words she would say above water. “Goooooouda! Goooooouta,” she shouted, hating herself for not asking for his name before she departed. Suddenly thinking of food to the point of discomfort, the Saiyan snapped out of it as her head banged off of an unkind rock.
Mind instantly flooded with the events of the last day and change, Casca brain rerouted to the conversations had between the three at the bar. Using all of her focusing powers, she ran through the past day’s messages like a machine, remembering phrases like, “no problem, this will be fun, they got blasters, and who’s an outlaw, you an outlaw,” it hit her like a rock!
“Giiiiitttaaaa,” the Saiyan cried. Nothing sounded back, as she now began to panic. Dread set in as she saw the creature dip its head above the surface to check on his progress. Rolling to her back, Casca fired two shots at the creature’s limbs in an attempt to sever her assailant’s grasp of her foot as she was pulled towards his existence. Of course, it was bulletproof! What had this thing been eating, the young woman thought to herself as her attacks ricocheted off the beast’s tough skin. If you don’t succeed right, “Giiittaaaaaa,” Casca tried again, knowing the Namekian had more acute hearing than both Saiyans and humans alike.
Surely, only a partial days quest in the opposite direction wasn’t out of Gita range, was it?
“Giiitt —,“ Casca’s call would fall on deaf ears, as she was pulled through the opening into the water below. Not good, she thought, as the depths below grew darker with every passing second. Summoning a ball of bright red Ki, the Saiyan shoved it towards the surface, attempting to leave an indication of her existence! Watching the attack leave her body, the Saiyan followed its luminescence until she waited in darkness once again. Landside, no problem, this thing would be toast. However, in the depths of one of Namek’s thermal vents, that wasn’t cool.
Launching the sphere with enough force to clear the surface of the reservoir, the attack roared skyward, exploding in an S-O-S pattern. Hopefully, someone would see that, she thought to herself as the Saiyan began to wrestle for her own safety.