Post by Gita on Jun 18, 2019 5:40:24 GMT -6
The prison in which they were trying to escape, was ultimately a ship in disguise in which they both didn't take notice of. Her ultimate attack, had split the ship into two pieces. Gita had fallen into the depths of one half of the ship, being consumed by the materials that it had with it. The crash had at a nearby shore and other namekians started to investigate that were nearby. Hours had passed and Gita was now resting and had fully recovered from his injuries by the thanks of the dragon clansman healer. He was all bandaged up and he looked to the namekian healer who had saved his life.
"Where am I...."
The namekian doctor smile at him as he lightly tapped Gita's shoulder.
"You are here in my village. We rescued you from the wreckage that was a giant ship.. You were the only one on it..."
Gita's eyes had sadden and for a brief moment he had thought about Casca, and then looked up at the man after trying to remember what had happened.
"What about a saiyan girl, did you see her by any chance..."
The namekian doctor shook his head no in response, as he left the room and continued with other patience. Gita was still too injured to move and decided to rest in bed, knowing full well that he didn't have the means to track her down since he couldn't sense her presence. Gita decided to rest and maybe one day there paths would cross again..
Post by Casca on Jun 18, 2019 12:49:49 GMT -6
"An Unlikely Pairing!"
Until Next Time!
Drifting through the air, back first as if wanted to remain buoyant adrift a lazy river, Casca watched as the airship exploded with a sonic boom, sending a fiery ring of debris out in its quake. As gouda fireworks as she was going to get, she knew what she did was the right thing, the Fleet needed to be held in check.
Mistaking the heaviness of her eyes for what occurs naturally at great speeds during freefall, Casca momentarily forgot about the Namekian she came with. Watching the structure that was once her prison fall to a slow death, the Saiyan shivered at what would return in its place. Two aircraft? Three? It looked like there was the possibility the World Trade Fleet was doing some window-shopping before they made another acquisition, wanting to taste the waters sort of speak, before diving in.
The Saiyan turned her back to the past as she narrowed her body vertically. Headfirst until she raised her arms, Casca shot into the water with the force to influence the tides. Cutting deep through the once again familiar medium of Namek’s beautiful ocean, the Saiyan tried to locate her friend. Sounding out underwater, the girl screamed for the man who all but saved her, to reassure her that the call she made didn’t worsen the situation. She banked on her call to waking him, even under the surface she could be persistent.
Breaching herself after literally giving herself the bends, the Saiyan stayed in the tide’s shadow as the waves crashed across her exhausted body. Her search, even to the extent of harming her own health, ultimately ended in failure, as she couldn’t believe he was slipped from her grasp and was now gone. “They will remember you for your name, not your title,
” was all the condolence she could muster as the seawater rudely interrupted and made its way up her nose.
Life was kinda like a freefall, she thought to herself, and unpredictable, humorous, exciting, painful, and yet, satisfying all the same. Life was a lot of things, and right now, at this point in her Saiyan life, Casca was hungry. Walking the beach, the young woman looked for that thermal vent she discovered earlier. With an inclination for seafood, the Saiyan looked to put the saying to the test and see if it really was as easy as shooting fish in a barrel.
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