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Post by Ochra on Aug 27, 2019 13:18:46 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 112,132 Ochra awoke with a loud boom. He could feel his body jerking around, the pain from the crash landing a dull echo in his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself within something small and dark. A pod? How had he gotten in here? He remembered abandoning his pod when he landed on Arcose. His mind tried to remember just what had happened. Ah yes. He had been attacked on Arcose. Some more goons from the Fleet. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to fight them off no problem. But he was injured, tired, hungry, and at that point running on fumes. He had fought as hard as he could, but his body ended up giving out. But, if that was the case, why was he here, instead of being dead. He tried to remember, but his mind was fuzzy. Through the haze, he remembered a couple of words before he blacked out. "Should we kill him?""Nah, I don't want to risk him waking up. Just keep him sedated and get him off of this planet!"Well, the explains why he was unconscious for so long. They drugged him, dumped him in a pod, and then threw him off world. Guess he could find some sort of pride in the fact that they felt it safer to do that, than try to kill him while he was unconscious. He gave a small, rueful chuckle at the thought. But if he wasn't on Arcose, than where was he? He shifted his body, finding what appeared to be the hatch of the pod. He grunted as he pushed his body against it. Despite the sleep, his body was still in rough condition, and it seemed the high impact landing had buried him somewhat into the ground. It took him a couple of heaves, before he managed to push the pod open, dirt falling away. With a grunt, he started to pull himself out of the pod. He didn't know if it was the drugs or the fatigue on his body that made it hard for him to move. As he climbed out, he could feel sunlight pour onto him. Well, already this place was warmer than Arcose. Looking up, he could see a clear sky, but not much else since he was stuck in a crater. Slowly, Ochra began to pull himself out of the crater, dragging his body along. Upon reaching the edge of the crater, he let himself slump onto the ground, trying to catch his breath. Slowly, the wounded, one legged Saiyan took the opportunity to look around. His eyes widened as familiar terrain appeared before him. Open plains and what appeared to be farmland of some sort. He had been here before. "No..." he said, panic starting to grip him. He had gone to Arcose specifically to be as far away from here as possible, so that its people didn't have to deal with the coming calamity. But, there was no helping it now. Ochra was back on Earth. |
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Post by Vangreth on Aug 29, 2019 14:48:18 GMT -6
[Anti-Sense: Active]
[Thread's PL: 64,000]
Earth’s very own Muko-jin was wandering around the East when he heard the sound of an atmospheric re-entry, followed by the usual ‘boom’ and shockwave of someone unable to make the landing… so that’s what Russé went through before meeting Vangreth uh? Now, considering the record of meeting a newly arrived alien on Earth seemed to be a hundred percent friendship-creating, Vangreth wouldn’t even hesitate to follow the trail of dust that would lead to him discovering the crash-site; after all, what’s the worst that could happen? Swiftly, Vangreth’s aura appeared around him and he rushed towards the crashed ship.
When he arrived, it seemed like the pod had crashed harder than his own, digging itself into a pit where it would be fairly hard to escape… although Vangreth analyzed said pod and found that the lifeform within was way above dying from that kind of fall, and would certainly be able to get out of this situation without real issues… which he then observe happening as he saw the form of an humanoid come out of the pod and drag itself to the surface. IT seemed like he wasn’t too pleased with what he was seeing… could he be from a place even more beautiful then Earth?
Vangreth took a moment to analyze the situation… the person down there was either a Human or a Saiyan… and seeing how strong it was and the pod, the Muko-jin would assume that was no a human, and so smiled at the idea of meeting yet another Saiyan! The thought of going down and introducing himself felt a little strange seeing that this person seemed very displeased with Earth, but maybe his mission as the first person he’d encounter was to help him; after all, wasn’t that exactly was happened to him?
Finally making his mind, Vangreth would make his way down and set foot on the ground in front of Ochra, not to close to him so that he wouldn’t feel like Vangreth was making any sort of threat, but close enough to show that he was not afraid of the Saiyan… Vangreth would smile towards the stranger and wave at him in a friendly manner, trying to ignore the very battle-warned appearance of his and focus on positivity; most people would think expect similar danger from someone who looked like Vangreth, which was the reason he wouldn’t assume the Saiyan was hostile, even if the thought did occur to him as he recalled Kraktus’s words on the Saiyan Empire.
‘’ Greetings strange, and welcome to Earth!’’
No… this wouldn’t do… it was way too formal, wasn’t it? Vangreth shook his head for a moment before trying again.
‘’ Hello! My name is Vangreth, you have arrived on planet Earth, do you perhaps need assistance? You seem in pain and some form of panic, perhaps I can help you?’’
Yeah… that was more like it. With those words spoken way too politely, Vangreth would look closely at the Saiyan, hoping that the response he’d get, either vocally or physically, would be positive.
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Post by Nero on Aug 31, 2019 7:33:02 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
It had been a while since Nero had last made a few parcel deliveries in general, and even longer since he had been tasked to deliver care packages to people far out into the countryside like in the Spinach Wastes. The Saiyan set out on his Dokkan Deliveries company issued hover buggy and got to work. Most of what he had left to cart around was food or farming equipment essentials, nothing strange seemed poised to happen, at least during the earlier hours of work Nero had.
Later on however, after making his final delivery, Nero’s wrist mounted scouter pinged as he heard a high pitched whistling up in the sky. “Oh, great..” He sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked up to see a rogue space pod haphazardly careen across the horizon into an uninhabited clearing somewhere in the distance. Nero took a deep breath, silently cursing how common this sort of thing seemed to be from what he heard friends say. Either people had no clue how to pilot space vehicles anymore or they were almost always running from something all bruised and battered... Or at absolute worst; both. At the very least, if it was the latter, then someone out there could be in a bad way, and in need of help, and Nero wasn’t about to let that slide without at least going to look.
What if it was another abandoned child..?
Without a moment to lose, Nero checked into the closest Dokkan Deliveries branch to leave the hover buggy for safekeeping before running full pelt off towards where he guessed the crash site would be. As he moved dexterously around various obstacles, his scouter pinged, notifying him of another large power signature making their way in the same direction. Perhaps they were thinking the same thing? Only one way to find out!
Nero arrived shortly after the Muko-jin; who was in the middle of introductions. Coughing to let the other two register his presence, Nero gave a short wave to the two but focused on the one that crash landed, a fellow Saiyan, who looked like he had been thrown through the wringer quite fiercely, and recently by the looks of things. “He’s right.. You don’t look so good,” Nero stood his ground at a safe distance so as to not provoke the other Saiyan. Looking to the Muko-jin, Nero signalled them to step back a little. “The guy might still be in some state of shock, lets not get too close or risk accidentally invading his personal space, yeah?”
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Post by Ochra on Aug 31, 2019 8:47:08 GMT -6
It wouldn't be long before Ochra was joined by others. Well, considering the pod he had been thrown in just crashed into the planet without any warning, it wasn't unlikely that he would have been spotted, especially by someone who can sense energy. there were two of them. One substantially stronger than the other, though neither of them matched up to Ochra's own power level.
It seemed strange though. The stronger of the two was actually quite friendly. Not demanding what he was doing here, or anything of the sort, but actually welcoming him to the planet, and asking if he needed any help. Really, a bit of a welcome change, compared to every other interaction Ochra had since he had arrived on Arcose. The second, much weaker, individual, was much more cautious, advising keeping back incase Ochra was still in shock. He couldn't fault him for his logic. Wounded saiyan arrives on Earth, who knows what's going through his mind.
Ochra painfully pulled himself to his feet, not an easy task as he was still a little groggy from the sedative, and the fact that he only had one leg. He managed to stand upright, looking over the two individuals in front of him. "I'll...be fine..." Ochra replied, "I just...need to get off of this planet, as soon as possible."
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Post by Vangreth on Aug 31, 2019 16:16:07 GMT -6
Vangreth was surprised that someone else would approach the crash site, especially someone who was visibly not a fighter, considering the lifeform that has just arrived near was barely noticeable using Ki-sensing. Briefly, the man would turn to the human-looking person just to notice his Saiyan tail and rise an eyebrow. He was under the impression that Saiyans were a warrior race, but they apparently had their own people going stray and more towards simpler lifestyle… although it perhaps explained the reason why he would get so close to a dangerous zone like that without really taking much more care… what if Vangreth and the crashed Saiyan were fighting?
The Muko-jin would stop his advance when Nero would tell him to, kind of reacting on instinct when someone told him to stop and would turn to him, confused.
‘’ This man… he looks like he is in need of assistance more than a personal space right now, doesn’t he? Then again, perhaps all this dried up blood and badly cleaned wounds isn’t that big of a deal for Saiyans like you both, but where I’m from, they usually require attention before getting to that point.’’
Saying that, Vangreth would continue to advance toward the crashed Saiyan as he got painfully up… and to Vangreth’s surprise and horror… the Saiyan was missing a leg. Vangreth took a step back.
‘’ O-oh… this is… this is very very bad… it looks like it’s a little late to grow that back… I wonder, why didn’t you grow it back before crashing? Or perhaps it happened during the crash? Either way… I think it’s kind of dried… then again, I’ve seen people regrow limbs worst than that… perhaps if you cut a little higher and regrow from there?’’
Saying that, Vangreth did not realize that… well… other species could not regrow limbs like he could… and perhaps that was a little rude of his, especially considering what the Saiyan said at that moment.
‘’ Get off this planet? With all due respect my friend, I don’t think you can get anywhere with that crashed pod and all those injuries… you need to get some help.’’
After he said that, Vangreth would jump down in the crash hole, ending up in front of the man who was barely taller than him, extending his arm towards the Saiyan.
‘’ I can help you move if you need.’’
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Post by Nero on Sept 1, 2019 6:20:42 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
Nero looked between the Muko-jin and the other Saiyan, with the Muko-jin making quite the valid point— this sudden visitor to Earth had seen better days, that much was certain. “I wouldn’t underestimate anyone, injured or otherwise, much less a fellow Saiyan, that’s all… But I understand what you’re getting at.” Nero gave a nod, approaching his fellow Saiyan slightly slower and with caution, of course, but approaching nonetheless.
Much like the Muko-jin, Nero cringed having seen the full extent of the injuries that were suffered by this newcomer. “Heeugh, okay, that.. That isn’t great..” Shaking his head, Nero quickened his pace, quirking a brow at the Muko-jin as he followed closer than earlier. “Saiyans.. Er, can’t regenerate limbs. Only their tail, and even then, only a couple of times.” In some respects, Nero thought that was a good thing. He shuddered to think what the power of regeneration could do in the hands of a Saiyan, paired with the genetic marvel that is Zenkai.
“Your pod is totalled, you’ll either need the thing repaired or get a replacement..” Nero stated, agreeing with the Muko-jin. “.. You’ll need a prosthetic leg too. Luckily I know a reliable guy— and his company by extension. Either of you heard of Carro Hofferson? President of Earth, CEO of Crop Co.? If you’re in need of tech support he’s your man. He’s usually super busy though, so at least call ahead of time, it’s only right to.” Nero explained, waiting to see if the offer of support was accepted before looking over to what remained of the pod nearby. “D’you think there’s anything we can salvage from that?”
I've got a scouter, and scouters aren't affected by Anti-Sense. Ochra on the other hand doesn't have one, so yeah, he won't be able to.
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Post by Ochra on Sept 3, 2019 11:13:09 GMT -6
Ochra was having a difficult time remaining upright. All the pain and fatigue he had endured was weighing down on him. And the two individuals in front of him were not really helping. Guess he couldn't blame them too much. After all, when you see someone bloody, bruised, and missing a leg, your natural reaction would be to try and help them, wouldn't it? Unless you were in the Fleet, in which case probably kick them while they're down. But right now, Ochra wasn't looking for medical help. His biggest concern right now was getting off of this planet!
Ochra was feeling himself getting frustrated. More frustrated than the situation required. And Ochra knew why. "You don't...understand..." he was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself, "I need...to get off of Earth...Right...Now!" It happened almost out of his control. His body let out a burst of energy, letting his power flare. Normally an act of aggression, but in Ochra's case, it was like his body was running all on his own. Power crackled over his body as he ended up falling to his knee and hand, his remaining hand clasping the side of his head as he hissed through clenched teeth. "Calm down...Calm Down!" He tried to look up at the two in front of him. "I need a ship. Any ship!"
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Post by Vangreth on Sept 3, 2019 21:20:32 GMT -6
This situation was really strange to say the least; there was an unknown Saiyan that landed on Earth with the kind of injuries that usually ends in the death of said being, and yet he was standing tall, talking well enough for someone who was that badly damaged and even seemed eager to go back to wherever he was from… and Vangreth couldn’t really process all of that at the same time, so he would have to improvise with his feelings, for the better or worst. After a few seconds of trying to make sense of all that, he would simply abandon.
When Vangreth was told that Saiyan couldn’t regenerate limbs; he would look at Nero, who told him that, and would rise his eyebrows in surprise.
‘’ Can’t they? You mean, why can they regenerate their tail sometimes, but the rest can’t be? Perhaps they just don’t get how to do it? We usually learn about it early, perhaps I could teach him? Then again, perhaps it’s only a thing we do? Please pardon me, I don’t have a whole lot of knowledge about everything on the ‘outside’ world.’’
Admitting that he was from an isolated word wasn’t a big deal anymore. Although he was surprised to learn that Carro, Earth’s president and CEO of Crop Co. was also proficient in tech support… was there a limit to that man at all?
After that short moment, they could observe Ochra having some sort of breakdown about having to leave at all cost… perhaps it wasn’t his first time on Earth after all? He seemed deathly afraid of it for reasons unknown, surely due to some sort of shock.
‘’ Man, you need to calm down… nobody here wants to hurt you, and nothing will… It is much more important that you get those wounds cleaned. ‘’
Saying that, Vangreth would attempt to get even closer to Ochra, to the point where his hand would slowly extend toward the Saiyan and attempt to gently grab him by the shoulder in a way that was trying to be re-assuring.
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Post by Nero on Sept 4, 2019 7:01:35 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
“Yeah, s’just the tails. Trust me, if it was anything beyond that, we’d absolutely know.” Nero stated in a very ‘matter of fact’ way. “The typical Saiyan would abuse it to high hell and back to become absurdly overpowered... It’s gross but a lot of Saiyans would love that.” Nero gurgled and retched slightly. As for the Mukojin’s apparent lack of knowledge, Nero shrugged casually. “Don’t worry about it, if you haven’t met many Saiyans, you haven’t met many Saiyans, you wouldn’t know. Can’t say I’ve met any of your people either, and I’ve met many kinds of people. But hey, if you can regenerate, let’s be real— thats pretty neat.”
Now, Nero’s attention was squarely on the injured Saiyan and trying to get a sense of this bizarre situation. Nero slowly raised a brow as he watched the guy’s anger continue to bubble up. They were trying to keep themselves together though, and that did count for something. The same couldn’t be said of many Saiyans upon having their more negative emotions triggered or poked at. Nero’s scouter pinged in response to the power spike displayed by the other Saiyan. Something about this didn’t fit, a lot of mannerisms on display here were very strange. Thinking back to a conversation from a while back, Nero let out a sharp sigh. “Jeez, Ramen knew what she was on about...” Saiyans really were super dramatic.
Nero had to assume that the Mukojin could handle himself around the injured Saiyan, if the guy wanted to get a ship super fast, then Nero would have to see what he could do with his rather basic engineering skills. What Nero wasn’t willing to budge on, was medical help. “Look, we can’t help you at all with anything if you don’t let us. It won’t sit right with me if I send you off into space while you’re in such a forsaken state. You’re at least getting those wounds cleaned, you got that?” He replied with a slight glare. “I can get a first aid kit from nearby— and you can tend to your injuries yourself if you’re gonna be that way, then I’ll see what I can do with what remains of your pod, but I can’t promise it’ll actually work.”
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Post by Ochra on Sept 5, 2019 8:33:31 GMT -6
Ochra was panting heavily, trying to keep himself composed and controlled. Not an easy task. He was frightened. Frightened for what would happen to Earth if he didn't get off of the planet soon. At least on Arcose, if he lost all sanity, nobody would get hurt. But here...he didn't even want to think about what would happen. Still, these two were more insistent on tending to his injuries. At least one of them was willing to help try to repair the pod. Ochra took several deep breaths, managing to calm himself to a limited degree.
"Thank you..." Ochra replied, though it was clear the man was tired. Very tired. He shifted his body so that he was sitting down. Funny, he had been unconscious for his entire trip to Earth, and yet he still felt exhausted. He must have been more hurt than he thought. As the young man spoke of the possibility of repairing the pod, Ochra nodded. "Thank you...I don't mind if it can't get me far. I just need to get off of Earth as soon as possible." He took a deep breath, looking over at the more alien of the two of them, the one that seemed concerned for his safety. "I'm not afraid of anything happening to me on Earth," he explained, before taking another breath, "More, I'm afraid of what I'LL do to Earth."
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Post by Vangreth on Sept 5, 2019 12:22:20 GMT -6
It was rather shocking for Vangreth to learn that Saiyans could not regenerate anything other than their tails, and even it seemed to be limited to a few times… how could they fight with a clear mind with the fact that they could get permanently damaged and unable to stay at peak performance? Perhaps it was the exact thing that happened to the wounded Saiyan? Now that his leg was gone, he would never be as strong as he could be, even with a good prosthetic leg, right? At leasts, Vangreth thought so, but he was unaware of exactly how good those prosthetics could be.
‘’ I have met a few Saiyans in fact, fought with some of them too. I just assumed everyone could do what my species can. And do not bother meeting others like me, they are mostly back home and unable to leave so… that’s just me for now. ‘’
Saying that, Vangreth would also nod at Nero’s words; there was nothing much to add, even though Vangreth wouldn’t say it like that, it was true that they couldn’t help him if he didn’t want to get helped at all. As for the pod… well… the state of Vangreth’s previous pod was a testament at how little he knew about those.
Hearing the warning words of Ochra about what he could do to Earth, Vangreth’s eyebrows raised a bit and he seemed a little concerned about it. Perhaps that man was unstable? That would explain the sudden mood swings and visible distress in his eyes. The Alien would retrieve his hand from Ochra’s shoulder and nod a single time.
‘’ It is true that, if you have trouble controlling you power… you’d have enough to cause a lot of damage… if you fear that might be the case then perhaps I will stay with you. I might not look like it, but I am fairly certain I could contain you if the need arises. Worry not though, I would not wound you any further. ‘’
Saying that, the Alien hoped that it was what Ochra wanted to hear… that someone able to stop him was nearby and ready to contain whatever he could throw at Earth… at least for now.
‘’ Also, this place is relatively empty; so if you stay here, I doubt you could do much damage other than breaking some rocks.’’
Saying that, Vangreth would chuckle, trying to tense down all of this stress.
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Post by Nero on Sept 6, 2019 6:08:46 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
“It’s sort of a power through pain and survival thing that we’re best at” It became quite clear that the strange alien wasn’t so aware of how other species worked. Still, Nero couldn’t blame him for it. Given what was said thus far, Nero first assumed that this man’s species was secretive... Then further clarification implied something less than good. Were they imprisoned? Lacking technology? It was a cause for concern in Nero’s mind, but there were still more pressing matters to attend to. “... Let’s put a pin in that mystery for now, we can talk about it later, yeah?”
Nero listened to the exchange between the others, now this was quite a pickle. It wasn’t uncommon for Saiyans to have very vibrant and nearly extreme emotions since they are generally a self confident and proud people, but every now and again, some suffered from wild mood swings— especially under conditions of high stress. “Mm. We’ll see what we can do.” Looking to his wrist mounted scouter one last time, Nero checked everyone’s power levels; reasonably confident that the Mukojin could handle any outbursts for at least a little while, since he seemed like the calm and reasonable sort, Nero wasn’t especially worried that he would trigger a negative response from the wounded Saiyan. “I’ll be right back.” He said, moving to get out of the crater with great urgency, before bolting off as quickly as he had arrived. While he was faster than the average Earthling, and not nearly as fast as the other two he had just met, Nero’s advantage here was his knowledge of the land. After all, who needs speed when you’ve got shortcuts?
Nero is gonna go get some med stuff and tools, he'll return on my next turn! :D
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Post by Ochra on Sept 6, 2019 9:55:16 GMT -6
At least they were acknowledging the thread Ochra posed to the planet. That was something at the very least. The strange alien, who still seemed surprised that he couldn't just regrow his leg, reassured him that he could stop him if things came to pass. Ochra wasn't so sure, he couldn't sense anything coming from him. Maybe he was hiding his energy? Ochra found he might have to take his word for it. It seemed like they weren't going to give him much of a choice in the matter. They were going to heal him and he was going to sit there and like it dammit. He let out a small chuckle, just thinking about the whole situation. "I guess I have no other choice," he said quietly, watching as the second man left to fetch some medical supplies. Well, all that was left was to sit here and wait.
He looked at the curious, pale alien in front of him. He seemed nice enough, if not overly polite. "I'm sorry for all of this," Ochra said solemnly, sitting there, "I had never intended to come back here. I had been attacked and knocked out, and when I came to, I was crash landing here." He figured he should at least explain why he was here, and why he was desperate to get off. What would happen if he did turn here? Would this alien be able to restrain him, as he claimed? All Ochra could do was trust him. "So, if I may ask, what exactly are you? I've been around the galaxy, and I've never seen your race before."
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Post by Vangreth on Sept 6, 2019 13:03:33 GMT -6
When the Saiyan finally accepted that he would have to take their hospitality and that they wouldn’t just give him another space pod and just sent him back to space in that state; Vangreth gave a light smile; at least they were making progress on that! It also seemed like the wounded Saiyan was getting a little more relaxed… a bit weird considering the missing leg, but also kind of nice for the rest of them, as it would be easier to help him if he didn’t lash out and attacked them while they did so.
The Muko-jin briefly waved at the strange human looking to help; he was quite confident that the nearest place were he could get medical supplies was far away, but again, he didn’t know a whole lot in general.
The man’s attention got back to Ochra as he began to explain himself, how he got there and why… which was pretty much was Vangreth had figured-out already, although with a bit of a funny fact… they both woke up crashing on Earth, and that would make Vangreth chuckle along.
‘’ Surprise-crashing on Earth is something I can empathize with, although I didn’t lose any limb… so I guess that’s my luck.’’
Saying that, he was hoping to defuse anything Ochra might have thought of his laughing… the situation was still murky at best, but at least it SEEMED like it was going from the better. When asked about his origins, Vangreth nodded lightly towards Ochra, confirming that he had not seen any of his around.
‘’ I am a Muko-Jin, you haven’t met any of my species because we were confined until recently on planet in the middle of some sort of forcefield… we recently managed to pierce through, and I’m one of us who got sent to explore and…’’
For a moment, Vangreth thought about what he was about to say…
‘’ … find a place were we could explain a little… Muko’s resources barely allowed for a hundred of us… mostly to the fact that we have very few needs. ‘’
Vangreth would lean his back against the broken pod, near Ochra.
‘’ A question is worth one in return… so… what’s your story with Earth?’’
The man turned his head towards the Saiyan with a serious look.
‘’ I don’t believe you’re just afraid of what you could do to it… have you already done something here? Perhaps something I should know if I ever must stop you from…’’
He stopped… what was he going to stop him from? Aside from his initial panic, the Saiyan seemed pretty neutral if not pacific.
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Post by Nero on Sept 8, 2019 7:01:32 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
Making his way back to the closest populated area didn’t take Nero very long; and he found himself in luck— the township he arrived at had a pharmacy that had a surplus of first aid kits and a locally owned auto-repair shop that also had a few specialized repair kits to sell and several Space Pod centric ones remained so that was fortunate! They happened to order their basic tools and such from Crop Co, so these items were easily of a very high quality.
Quickly making the appropriate purchases from both stores and warning people to be cautious and ready to evacuate as he said he would, Nero brought out two spare capsules that he had on hand and stored the two kits away until he truly needed them. ’Alright, Nero let’s get a move on, you don’t have time to waste..’ With a determined exhale, Nero began his way back towards the site of the crash. He could only hope that his fellow Saiyan could keep it together and that the strange alien would not be in any danger as a result of their own selflessness.
After weaving his way through the same obstacles as before, Nero ended up returning upon the tail-end of their whole conversation, so he didn’t get to hear much if anything at all. Not exactly wanting to interrupt either, he simply let his presence be known with a short wave as he descended into the crater, letting the conversation proceed as the other two deemed fit. Once that came to pass, Nero decided to interject. “I just realized we haven’t introduced ourselves. Might as well if we’re gonna be around for a while.” He suggested, bringing out the two capsules he stored things in. “I’m Nero, by the way.” With a click, the capsules opened, the first aid kit and space pod repair kit appearing on the with a nice flourish as Nero deftly caught them out of mid air, setting the repair kit down over by what remained of the damaged craft.
“Right, let’s get you looked at, shall we?” He approached the injured Saiyan slowly and calmly, putting the first aid kit in plain view to try and ease any stress... It was as if he had done this kind of thing before. “Your condition is a bit more serious than I’m used to sorting out, so I might need some assistance—” Nero looked over to the Mukojin. “Mind giving me a hand?”
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