The Fortuna Family Jun 24, 2019 12:58:58 GMT -6
Post by Casca on Jun 24, 2019 12:58:58 GMT -6
"The Fortuna Family"
A Celebration of sorts!
The constant ringing in the Saiyan’s ears kept her awake, sometimes for days. The growing power level of the planet seeped into her head like background radiation, passively through her Ki Sense. Packing up, the young woman decided she needed a change of scenery.
“That will be one million Zeni!”
Casca spits out her morning green kale shake at Beatrice, the older alien woman she had befriended during her stay at the vigilante hotel. “I thought we had a deal, when I did that thing, in the past, we will no longer speak about,” Casca shooed the lady from her side as she tried to force her way to the door.
“Not so fast! Da coppers, they be waiting,” the woman released the Saiyan from her hotel, into a street full of the corrupted men who wear the black and greens.
Casca ripped through their flimsy barricade as she walked to the space docks. “You guys, again? Hadn’t we taught you a lesson? Do your job and stop messing with the tourists,” and with that comment, the Saiyan after-imaged her self out of some trouble. Stepping her foot down on the outside of what would be considered a shuttlecraft, Casca kept her head down as she stowed aboard a ship with a bunch of Namekian families on vacation. “How goes it,” Casca waved at the disturbed families. “Nice afternoon, right,” she said in the direction of the closest Namekian child. “Going to win some money tonight on the Big Gamble,” she poked some fun at the child as she also poked her tongue out.
“Please, refrain from speaking to us. We have no money for you,” the child’s mother said as she placed herself between the two.
Sigh. Casca remained quiet the rest of the ride, being the first to exit the shuttle. “Didn’t mean to scare ya! Ni hao,” she laughed as she gestured for peace. Turning her back on the confused families, the Saiyan couldn’t have been more excited. Dashing up the massive visitor parking stairs, Casca ran through the casino floor. Hearing the jovial banter, smelling the incredible smells, and seeing the cash flow, the Saiyan rejoiced in being home. “Hey there Shimmer, seen Flip,” the Saiyan grabbed ahold of one of the Gamble’s hardest working staff member’s attention as she passed. “Looking to catch up on something’s,” she roared above the lively atmosphere, grabbing a bottle of Champaign in the process.
“Hey, you are going to need to pay for that! You can't just take what you want,” Shimmer responded with a little heat. “And he’s in his office, the man’s been counting his credits. Something about how the house always wins?”
“Thank yous and put it on my tab,” Casca pointed to fingers at the Alien before ducking out of sight.
“Take it outta your paycheck,” Shimmer said as she made her way back to the entertainment on the casino floor.
Frantically pushing the lobby’s main elevator door’s open button, Casca refused to lose. “C’mon! C’mon,” were the words she should have used as she bailed on the elevator and took the stairs. With a trace glint of Ki shrouding her body, the Saiyan rocketed up the stairs as she anxiously awaited her reuniting with her best friend. Smashing open the stairwell door, the young woman almost lost the bottle she brought in celebration as she collided with the ship’s help. Apologizing quickly with a hand to the shoulder, Casca promised to return the favor another time. Following the winding hallways of the Big Gamble, the Saiyan relaxed for a moment when she found what she longed for.
Kicking in the door of Flip’s office, the Saiyan raced across the room to embrace the man. “Heard you been busy! Sorry I haven’t been around,” Casca said as she gripped the Dandyman. Feeling guilty of her exploits on the planet while Flip tended to the Syndicate’s needs behind the scenes, she tried to explain how she’d made it up to him. “I’ll work weekends, no overtime! I’ll even work holidays and my birthday!”
Not noticing the Shinjin sitting in the dark corner of Flip’s office, the Saiyan felt off guard and drew to the defensive, pointing to the man through her embrace with Flip. “Who the hell are you?”