Post by Duran on Sept 3, 2019 8:16:58 GMT -6
Korla had a good head on her shoulders, something Duran couldn't thank enough. Even when they were stranded on an unknown planet teeming with Saiyans, which were allies with her natives, she was still able to think clearly. Duran nodded toward the Tuffle woman. ''Just be careful. I do not know what these Namekians are capable of.'' He admitted shamelessly. For all Duran knew, the Namekians were even more powerful than the Saiya-jin, but that was unlikely. From what he heard, the Namekians vouched for peace and prosperity. But that still seemed strange...Why would they ally with the Saiyans? Had their brutality gone unnoticed in these lands?
Duran sighed out, already taking it upon himself to go ahead and walk forward. He'd assume Korla and Medi would be right next to him. Korla had a point, something that was scratching at Duran's mind. How would they get supplies from the Namekians? The only ethical option was to get on their good side, and pray that would receive supplies free of charge. They had nothing to give in return, nothing.
Maybe though...There was another option.
Duran felt his core pump thickly- he became nervous.
For now though, Duran's dark train of thought was cut off as Korla spoke up again. The Cyborg hummed strangely. Namek did indeed seem tranquil, but still... ''We're behind enemy lines, Korla. Remember that.'' Duran spoke in a gruff tone. ''We need to stay out of sight. The Saiyans are here, although they're...Strangely quiet. Still, we can't take any chances.'' His head drooped downward, brow ruffled frustratedly.
Duran sighed out, already taking it upon himself to go ahead and walk forward. He'd assume Korla and Medi would be right next to him. Korla had a point, something that was scratching at Duran's mind. How would they get supplies from the Namekians? The only ethical option was to get on their good side, and pray that would receive supplies free of charge. They had nothing to give in return, nothing.
Maybe though...There was another option.
Duran felt his core pump thickly- he became nervous.
For now though, Duran's dark train of thought was cut off as Korla spoke up again. The Cyborg hummed strangely. Namek did indeed seem tranquil, but still... ''We're behind enemy lines, Korla. Remember that.'' Duran spoke in a gruff tone. ''We need to stay out of sight. The Saiyans are here, although they're...Strangely quiet. Still, we can't take any chances.'' His head drooped downward, brow ruffled frustratedly.
''Please, when you decide to approach the natives...Be safe.''
Raiding a Saiyan camp together could be a fun trip, but was it really the correct choice? They had no indication of how powerful the Saiyans on this planet were. If the Golden Warrior that Duran met was anything to go off of...They wouldn't stand a chance.
Duran suddenly stopped in his tracks, eyes traveling to his weaponized arm.
There it was again, that sickening idea...
''If diplomacy does not work, Korla,'' Duran swallowed. ''There is another way.''
Slowly, the mechanized terror raised his weaponized arm. The blade shone brightly under the light of Namek's suns. A strange look settled in Duran's eyes. ''I can take from the natives by force.'' Duran hesitantly spoke out his plan, shuddering before he continued. ''...I appear Saiyan. I could assault the Namekian villages, kill them. We would have our supplies, and we'd frame the Saiyans at the same time...'' Duran felt sick to his stomach, but perhaps...Perhaps this truly was the most optimal way to go about things.
''Two birds with one stone.''
Someone had to make the difficult choices. They were stranded, alone, and desperate. It was them against the world...
Duran suddenly stopped in his tracks, eyes traveling to his weaponized arm.
There it was again, that sickening idea...
''If diplomacy does not work, Korla,'' Duran swallowed. ''There is another way.''
Slowly, the mechanized terror raised his weaponized arm. The blade shone brightly under the light of Namek's suns. A strange look settled in Duran's eyes. ''I can take from the natives by force.'' Duran hesitantly spoke out his plan, shuddering before he continued. ''...I appear Saiyan. I could assault the Namekian villages, kill them. We would have our supplies, and we'd frame the Saiyans at the same time...'' Duran felt sick to his stomach, but perhaps...Perhaps this truly was the most optimal way to go about things.
''Two birds with one stone.''
Someone had to make the difficult choices. They were stranded, alone, and desperate. It was them against the world...
Duran was prepared to do anything if it meant giving them the upper hand.
Anything.
Anything.
