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Post by Amara on Oct 13, 2019 13:07:51 GMT -6
Thread PL: 80,000 | Items: Scouter
Apparently, it wasn't common knowledge that it was possible to land space pods instead of crash landing anytime you wanted to go anywhere. As had been the case at Central City, Amara had selected the option of not crashing and instead approaching the recently constructed Namekian spaceport at the Moori Capital. Hearing along the grapevine that Saiyans were... a bit caution inducing to the local populace, it was one of the first times in a long time that Amara decided to ditch her armor and conceal her tail. Without it, she looked like a humanoid engineer... well, a very tall engineer. The nondescript nature of her outfit hopefully shouldn't attract any unwanted attention.
Landing and storing the thing hadn't been difficult either, and with no complications like there had been when she had first arrived at Earth, the Saiyan was in a rather chipper mood. After her stint on Earth, Amara had wanted to take a break from the monotony and... simple nature of the planet. Namek, while it's local populace was also peaceful, tended to be a host to a few unsavory people or those with strength. She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, but simply seeing some fresh faces would be a nice reprieve. Between Scallio, Sensoa, and Ochra... she was burnt out.
Who knew actually caring about life and certain people would be so tiring? ...Well, she did, but she had forgotten when such a concept stopped applying to her when she had run away from the broken family she'd been roped into. Even with her 'disguise' (if you could even call it that), a few of the Namekians were still giving her odd glances. Nothing hostile, mostly curious, but it was present nonetheless. Being a non-Namekian on Namek was like a Powa-Fresh trying to chum it up with a can of Hetap.
The Namekians weren't... exactly prejudiced against all foreigners, but built-in memories of the most memorable outsiders only ever coming to exploit the planet and its' resources probably weren't well received. Sighing as she left the spaceport, Amara didn't really have a destination in mind. Namek didn't have many landmarks that weren't samey cities or spiritual temples and shrines that she had no business being at. Even the Dragonballs were currently quiet, and although Amara didn't know that for sure it wasn't hard to assume based on the lack of super powerful people turning each and every rock over looking for them.
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Post by Ashi on Oct 13, 2019 20:56:42 GMT -6
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Namek was more archaic in its technology than most other planets Ashi had been to. Granted, she had only been to three planets - four if you counted that space prison, and five if you counted Hell. But Hell was kind of its own thing, and the space prison was just some station floating in space. So it was really just three, and Namek scored on the bottom of the list either way. One thing it did happen to have was trucks, though. They weren't common, but Ashi had found one. And... Hotwired it. And drove off with it. It was okay, though, she was going to return it to exactly where she found it, after a quick joyride. Nobody would really mind, right? Her joyride took her through the countryside of Namek, which was probably the prettiest part of the whole planet, as far as she had seen.
Ashi had her head stuck out the window like a dog, simply enjoying the fresh, cool breeze as it blew past her face and had her hair flapping about behind her, her long ears pressed against the sides of her head. Ah, yeah, this was the real way to enjoy vacationing on another planet! Not doing some dumb diplomatic mission or whatever she was supposed to call her meeting with Riis. A little bit of light crime and self fulfillment was all that a good time required. Of course, there was such a thing as enjoying yourself too much - which is what Ashi sometimes tended to do. She hadn't even really noticed when she'd driven her truck into the more crowded area of the Moori Capital. But she did notice when her truck suddenly stopped as if it had just crashed into a solid wall, the back wheels momentarily coming off of the ground before the whole vehicle came to a halt.
The airbags deployed, but Ashi was quick to shove her fist through them and cause them to pop before they smacked into her. "Oh, man, I need to stop hitting people with these things," she said as she snapped herself out of the momentary daze the impact had put her in. A lot of Namekians on the side of the road simply looked shocked or dazed or equal parts confused about what had just happened as Ashi hopped out of the truck and inspected the damage to the front fender. "Well... It'll buff out," she said to herself as she looked the six inch dent up and down. Maybe the Namekians she'd stolen this thing from would notice, but... What were they gonna do about it? Lay a curse on her? Speaking of curses, she imagined that the person she'd just hit this thing with would have been uttering some, if they weren't just dead. "Sorry about that, dude," she said to the potential corpse on the ground. "I, uh... Didn't see you."
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Post by Amara on Oct 14, 2019 18:49:27 GMT -6
Amara blinked, a rumbling noise and energy signature rapidly approaching her. She turned just in time to see a truck - why was there a truck on Namek of all places? - heading straight for her. "Nani-" The Saiyan was cut off by the impact of said truck... though the poor vehicle suffered more damage than it dealt. The fender bent horribly out of shape as Amara went flying a few feet back, lying on the ground trying to comprehend what just happened, not because she was injured. "What the actual fu- frick." Craning her neck, Amara leaped to her feet and dusted the dirt off her suit, an annoyed look settling on her face.
"Well I won't lie and say I don't mind at all, but I can appreciate that you bothered to apologize." Placing her hands on her hips, Amara's scouter cheerfully chimed in with an auto-reading on the shorter elf-like girl's Power Level, reading slightly higher than her own. Squinting, the orange-clad lass reminded her of that one guy she met in Ginger Village... Toipha? Something like that. He was the prince of the sand-elf kingdom, a desert planet full of pale pointy-eared people with hair that can be all colors of the rainbow. Pretty cool.
"You're pretty strong." She noted, craning her head. "Whatcha doing driving a truck around on Namek? I'm surprised these hippies even have vehicles like that... wait. Do they use gas like Earth ones, or is water fueled like everything else on this damn planet." Amara shook her head... before taking an even closer look at the girls outfit. "Wait just a sec..." An annoying bright color palette, complete with star insignia? There was no way! ...She could probably just ask to find out, though. "Say, are you with the Stargoons?" Bloom had mentioned something about one of their members being on Namek.
"Ah-she, right?" Amara enunciated the name. "Fancy meeting another one of you here. First it was breaking into the base with Mumbo, and then baking a pie for Bloom, and now getting hit by a truck." She mumbled the last part, scratching her head. "Ah, guess I should introduce myself. Names Amara." The Saiyan finished by sticking her hand out for a hearty shake.
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Post by Ashi on Oct 15, 2019 15:43:23 GMT -6
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As Ashi finally got a look at the person she'd just hit with her truck while they somehow managed to get up off the ground with seemingly no trouble, she found herself having to crane her neck up just to be able to look this guy in the eyes. Geebus, he was tall. Ashi almost found herself blushing as she looked up and down the build of the man, with his bulging muscles, and slightly curly short hair, and - wait, this was no time to get all dreamy. Ashi let out a cough. "Oh, uh, yeah, sorry, again," Ashi stammered out again as she hoped the tall dude hadn't caught her eyes wandering before they rose back up to meet the Saiyan's. Ashi's brown orbs wandered over to the side of her scouter as she quickly scanned up this newcomer's power level. It had to be pretty good if she was tanking a hit from a truck like that, right?
The number didn't disappoint as it came up as eighty thousand - still lower than Ashi's, of course, but not by very much. "I, uh, stole it," Ashi quite plainly stated in response to the Saiyan's question. "From some shipping company's loading bay. I'm pretty sure they weren't native to Namek, but, uh... I haven't checked what kind of fuel it runs on." Now that she thought about it, Ashi hadn't seen a single gas station her entire time on Namek. What did this truck run on? Did they just have gasoline canisters they had to import from other planets? She hadn't seen any while she'd been driving it. Were they just screwed if they ran out of fuel in the middle of nowhere? So many pressing questions. Even more pressing was the fact that this Saiyan seemed to recognize her. "Wait... You know of us?" Ashi asked in blank surprise, at first.
It only took a few moments before her confidence drive kicked in, and a smirk spread across her face. "I mean, of course you know of us! We're only the most vicious gang of thugs across the whole galaxy, after all!" She wasn't so sure what this Saiyan was talking about when it came to breaking into the base or pie baking with Bloom, but apparently he'd gotten acquainted with a few of the others. And he even knew her name, and presumably respected her? This guy was hitting off all the boxes on Ashi's ideal guy list. Her last boyfriend had dumped her after she'd stolen his car and crashed it into a lake. But in her defense, why was there a lake in the middle of an open desert area? She always thought everyone said that seeing water in the desert meant you were hallucinating. And to be fair, she had been pretty drunk.
Ashi eagerly shook Amara's hand, and replied, "That's me! Well, it's pronounced 'Ashi', but close enough! Fancy meeting a fan of the Star Goons all the way out here! You've got some... Pretty good muscle there, too!"
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Post by Amara on Oct 16, 2019 8:15:24 GMT -6
"Yeah, no, don't worry about it. I think you hurt the truck more than you hurt me." It was like getting unexpectedly hit with a wet pillow from behind. Sure it might stumble you a bit, but no real damage had actually been dealt... except, in this case, Amara was coated in tacks and the pillow also managed to get torn up from hitting her. ...Maybe not the best analogy. Amara looked down on Ashi - literally, given that the Saiyan was a hefty height above her - eyebrow quirking up. "You stole it? That makes this even more confusing. What Namekian would have a truck and why?" She mused.
"Oh." Well, that was a tad disappointing. "Guess that makes more sense. Darn, the mystery of the truck-driving Namekian has died before we even start looking into it." Amara joked dryly. Walking around to one side of the truck wish Ashi still in view, the Saiyan gave the vehicle a once-over, unable to find any sort of port that may be used for fuel. "Yeah, I know of ya." She seemed rather surprised, which wasn't all the... surprising. The Stargoons were popular on Earth (perhaps infamous would be a more accurate word) but elsewhere, nobody seemed to really know about them.
"Oh yeah. You guys should work on your PR outside of Earth, though. You got all the fame you want down there, but I'm pretty sure the rest of the galaxy doesn't even know what a 'Stargoon' is." Whoops. Perhaps that deflate Ashi's claim a bit, but it was the truth! They didn't seem to be making a splash anywhere else. Circling back around in time to offer a handshake, the orange lady took it enthusiastically. See, this was the kind of interaction that made listening to Ochra rant about how evil they were... awkward. Like, sure, they were immoral for the most part, but so was she.
Flexing one of her arms, a smile crept across her face. "Ya think? It's mostly because Saiyans got the blessing of also being buff with little effort, honestly. I only recently began to train again. If you had met me about a... month ago now-" Jeez, Amara just realized that she'd grown very strong in a short, short time frame. "-I'd be what, around twenty five thousand? So pretty weak, all things considered." Perhaps it was bottled potentially, like her chat with Typha had brought up. Removing a cork from a fizzy drink and letting it spill out, though in this case it was power.
"Guess I'm a fan, yeah. Most of you seem pretty chill, from what I've seen. And Bloom appreciates my cooking, which is cool." Mumbo had been a bit more... brick-wally, but that was to be expected, given she had literally broken into their property. Amara's nose wrinkled in amusement as she recalled his words. "'We may be evil, but ya always pay property taxes.'" She mimicked, placing her hands on her hips. "I guess it makes sense, just didn't expect that out of a group that people constantly call 'super evil Villains'."
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Post by Ashi on Oct 18, 2019 8:45:00 GMT -6
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"Well, I don't know about..." Ashi began as she turned her head back over towards the truck, but once she got a look at the dent - or rather, the crater that was embedded into the front of the truck, she had to say that Amara seemed to be in better shape. For one thing, the Saiyan didn't have a huge dent in the middle of his chest. That, and the truck appeared to be smoking somewhat heavily from under the hood. Maybe crashing straight into things was bad for its engine. Who would have ever thought? The Saiyan also seemed kind of disappointed that the truck was neither Namekian owned, nor apparently water powered, but all Ashi did was shrug. "I don't think these Namekians really have much of a hankering towards technology," she replied. "The little houses they live in and how, uh, rural everything is... I'm not sure they even seem to know what WiFi is."
She'd been using mobile data her entire time on the planet, which she was only now realizing probably meant that she was going to need to pay quite the hefty phone bill when this month was up. ...Or, maybe, she could just go blow up wherever they stored all the data for people's bills, and give both herself and thousands of other people a free month? Yeah, that sounded better. Why did people think she was bad, again? Such an act of partial selflessness was clearly one of heroism. Her ears perked up a bit when Amara revealed that, outside of Earth, nobody really seemed to actually know of their existence. Well, phooey. "Whaat?" Ashi replied in only slight surprise and disappointment. "I mean, sure, we mostly hang out on Earth, but we do some stuff on other planets, too!"
Well... The only thing she could actually think of was their little visit to the space prison. And that was in a remote quadrant of space where only like, ten people were actually in attendance. And most of them didn't really seem to pay any of them any mind. Except for Mumbo, cause he was so much stronger compared to the rest of them. And Ochra, too, since she'd gone and hacked that guy's leg off. "Fast improvement or not, you're buff now!" Ashi was quick to shoot back as her mind returned to the conversation. "Hell, a year ago I don't think I even had a power level of ten thousand. And I was in actual Hell, but that's like, a long story. I'm all better now. And way stronger." Ashi finished off by flexing her arm in front of Amara, showing off her decently built muscle - for some reason it didn't quite look as muscly as the Saiyan, though, despite her power level being a bit higher.
Ashi also had to let out a snort as Amara revealed that, in his experiences, the Star Goons had been a lot more 'chill' than he'd expected a group of so called 'super villains' to be. "Yeah, I get that a lot, actually," Ashi replied with a shrug. "From what I've heard, the old group used to be a lot more of the 'pure evil' type, but then, like, a bunch of them died or left or something. I'd wager only a handful of us are actually made of the super villain stuff, and then the rest of us are only along for the ride when it really comes down to it." She knew that she herself didn't really care too much about whether or not they got to go blow up entire planets or beat up good guys. Ashi only cared about one planet getting blown up or not, and a particular set of two good guys. "I only even joined up to get strong enough to beat the shit out of some royal pricks. And what's a muscly Saiyan dude like yourself doing all the way out here on Namek, anyway? I hear the only reason for anyone to come here went inert, like, months ago."
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Post by Amara on Oct 18, 2019 9:30:28 GMT -6
"I guess that's why people keep 'exploiting' them," Amara grumbled, air quoting exploiting rather vigorously. "Like I can respect wanting to stick to tradition or whatever, but when most of your planet is a backwater rural community, then it is going to look like easy pickings for outsiders. At least their new Guru - I guess that's the leader - of this technical theocracy is spending time actually modernizing some of the city centers for 'Aliens'. A few years back, I can guarantee you there wouldn't have been a place to land my spacepod before, but here we are. ...And I guess opening it up for foreign business and whatnot?"
Lightly tapping the hood of the truck, said vehicle erupted in a small burst of flames. "Uhh... not my fault." The Saiyan proclaimed, stepping away from it. "I blame faulty engineering and cut corners for that technical failure." To think, that a (presumably) gas-powered vehicle was one of the most advanced pieces of technology on Namek... it was kind of hilarious. And annoying, seeing as modern commodities weren't really a thing. Rubbing her head, Amara jerked a little when the front part of the vehicle summarily exploded, spreading the fire farther. "...ANYWAY." Ashi segmented into Stargoon intergalactic popularity, which Amara (technically) was an expert of. Mostly because she just traveled quite a bit and never heard about them until she arrived on Earth.
"I mean I don't doubt that you guys get around to other planets..." Rubbing the back of her neck, Amara gave a tiny shrug. "It is just that you aren't... popular. Neither famous nor infamous. To be honest, the one thing I head and knew you lot by for the longest time were 'Spacelackeys' instead of Stargoons. ...And I thought 'wow that's a stupid name, but they're successful anyway." Perhaps not the best move openly admitting that but if there was one thing Amara generally lacked it was tact. "You were in hell?" The claim initially earned her disbelief, but then the Saiyan remembered the whole Konats debacle.
"Oh, I should've guessed. You're a Konatsian, right? The whole sand planet was wished back by the magic MacGuffin Balls a while ago." The seven orange spheres were rather mythical, said to have the power to grant the summoner's wish by the great dragons: Sheldon and Pringles. ...Or something like that. Ashi's sudden growth wasn't all that surprising to Amara for two reasons. One - she did the same herself, and two - there were legends passed around from the mouths of ghosts that while in 'Otherworld', one only had a soul. And while you only had a soul, any training you did to become stronger was amplified. If Ashi bit the dust for a few months and had trained, perhaps that could explain it? Wouldn't explain her own situation, though.
"Nah, I'm not after the Dragon Balls," Amara stated. "Hell, I wouldn't want to if I could. All the galaxy's strongest airheads come together and beat the shit out of each other over them. I'd have to have an army to stand a snowball in Hell's chance of getting anywhere with the whole thing." And from what she could tell, the wishes were either used by the bleeding heart 'good guys' to revive some dead people or to grow stronger with no effort. "And even in the chance that I did get them, I guess I'd just wish for power?" She shrugged. "I don't have a lot of personal attachments or need for wealth, and I for sure don't want to live forever... that'd suck, if you think about it. Even power is a bit of a flimsy wish, honestly. I only want to get just strong enough to protect myself - not become the best in the world slash galaxy slash universe."
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Post by Ashi on Oct 18, 2019 9:56:55 GMT -6
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"Sticking to 'traditions' usually just means you end up getting tossed out by people with better technology," Ashi replied quite dismissively of how conservative the Namekian mindset seemed to be. She raised an eyebrow in surprise when Amara mentioned a place to land space pods. They had those, here? Ashi had always just let the autopilot take over and, well, crash into the middle of some deserted field. It's what she'd done this time, too. Then again, she'd gotten yelled at for it this time, too, so... Maybe learning a little something about this 'landing' thing wouldn't be such a bad idea. It would certainly get people off her case a bit. And make it so she wouldn't have to land in some remote area and then trudge all the way back to civilization with her pod hoisted on her back. But that did make for pretty good training. But it also did make for pretty bad back pain. ...Eh.
She hardly paid much mind when the truck practically exploded into a burst of flames, but all of the Namekians around them certainly did. "G-Get some water!" she heard one of them scream as a whole host of the green people started gathering around in a panic. Well, they could have fun with that. Ashi gestured for Amara to follow her away from the scene while they continued talking. "Space Lackeys?" she replied in slight disgust. "That sounds way lamer. No, we're the Star Goons. Clearly we need better branding or something if people think that's what we call ourselves." Goon may not have technically meant anything better than lackey, but something about it sounded a bit less... Demeaning. To her, anyway. Maybe they'd sound call if they called themselves the Star Fighters, or Star Warriors. But those kind of sounded like good guy names.
"Yeah, how'd you hear about that?" Ashi had to ask after Amara revealed he knew about the whole ordeal there. "Nobody really even, uh, knows Konats exists, most of the time." It was a little scary to think that if Typha hadn't pushed for that whole revival thing, then she and so many others of their people would have just stayed dead, their names never to be uttered again throughout the rest of history. "Anyway," enough of that line of thinking, "Yeah, these dumb Princes caused the whole massacre and then got offended when we got mad at them. Then they tried to make themselves King and beat me up when I told them they had no right. So now I have to get strong enough to beat them up." Simple as that goal may have been, Typha's exponential growth in power was, well, hard to keep up with.
Well, if Amara wasn't here to get his hands on some Dragon Balls, then Ashi was still confused as to why he'd come all the way out here. "And, well, I'm here because I heard one of those Princes is around here and I wanted to talk to them," she stated, "But you still didn't answer my question about why you'd come all the way out to this back water planet. So... What's the deal? You here to kill someone?"
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Post by Amara on Oct 19, 2019 12:22:36 GMT -6
"Pretty much yeah. Though as I said, the 'guru' is going about it in a smart way. The general populace of Namekians want to keep what spirituality they have, and he wants what would be overall 'best' for the planet. Modernizing city centers is a good way to go about it." Amara didn't have a head for politics most of the time, but she knew a good job when she saw one. The Guru... Elbow, or something, was a smart cookie even if nobody else saw it. Stepping away from the flaming wreck, Amara proceeded to follow Ashi. The green people had the whole truck fire under control, probably. Just pour some green water on it or something.
"I mean... i guess both words are synonymous, but yeah. 'Stargoons' sounds way cooler and rolls off the tongue better." Though space lackeys was way funnier to listen to when people said the phrase in hushed whispers. You haven't lived until some tough looking dude in hunched over and whispers 'space lackeys' into some else's ear. Assuming they were headed back towards the city and not into a random field, she shouldered past a few Namekians and unto the 'streets' of Moori, if you could call the infrastructure that. "How'd I hear about the whole Konats thing?"
"Well, I first heard about through word of mouth a year or two back. Didn't really put much stock in it, though, as back then I didn't even know what the Dragon Balls were. How could a planet mysteriously pop into existence with its' 'extinct' populace intact? And then, on Earth, I met Typha. I'm assuming you'd know him? Unless he was lying about the whole prince thing and whatnot. Anyway, we talked a bit. I hadn't really seen his species before that much, so I asked a simple question and eventually we got to the topic of Konats." Yeah, and the whole 'genocide' thing probably didn't sit well with most of them.
"The whole... 'robot invasion' thing, and all." The Saiyan arched an eyebrow at Ashi's words, a different story from what she had heard. "So Typha is at least partially responsible for unleashing killer robots on his own people? How and why?" When she had met the Konatsian, he was kind and just - even if he had openly admitted to a dark past, it didn't seem to be in his character to do such a thing. Accident or not, it simply didn't align with how he was when Amara had met him. "I'd assume he's one of those 'royal pricks' you mentioned before?"
Stopping at an open food stand, Amara gestured for the pair to sit at some open seats. Of course, being in Moori, it was a place specially tailored to actually serve Aliens proper food instead of... just water. Assuming Ashi sat, she'd follow suit - pulling out a small wad of Zeni along the way. Ashi confirmed her suspicions, the Saiyan nodding. "I know of one like I said - Typha. Didn't know there were two." The other Konatsian hadn't mentioned him either, strangely enough. "Honestly? I'm here for a break, I guess. Got fed up with all the philosophers on Earth, I hate Vegeta, am not familiar with Kontas, and am pretty sure Arcose doesn't want a Saiyan running loose on it anyway."
"Course, there are some smaller planets pocketing the system, but Namek was guaranteed to at least have a good spaceport and some food. So, to summarize, a guess a vacation." Amara shrugging, placing an order for a burger. Or... burger substitute. Whatever the Namekians made their foreigner food out of.
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Post by Ashi on Nov 7, 2019 11:44:10 GMT -6
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Ashi rolled her eyes at how the current Namekian situation was being explained to her. So their leader, this Guru guy, had all these progressive ideas that'd totally modernize and make this planet way less lame, was having to tiptoe himself across egg shells all because most of the old people wanted to stick with their 'spirituality'? "There were a bunch of old people doing the same thing on Konats," Ashi replied, "But, the King and Queen were old, too, so it's not like anyone was even trying to go modernizing things. Did you know we still have most of our cities separated by just, like, endless desert? No highways or anything!" It wasn't quite as big a deal for her, now that she could just up and fly through the sky at mach speeds, but the common Konatsian either needed to make a deadly trek, or commission a space ship to fly out into space and then land on another part of the same planet.
Amara seemed to have generally heard about what had gone on with the whole robot thing, though there were a couple details he'd gotten wrong. "Well, I wouldn't say 'extinct'," Ashi replied with a shrug. "From what I heard, it was like... Six out of ten people. ...Or three out of five. Still bad, but not extinct." Still, it was more that the robots had just only made it to three out of five cities before they were finally defeated. From what she'd also heard, any city they had reached was totally decimated with few, if any survivors. "Typha's probably the less unbearable of the two pricks," Ashi responded. "He's kind of learned a lesson or two in humility by now. But Riis? Someone really needs to knock that guy down a peg on his ego ladder. Hell, I'd preferably just have the entire ladder yanked out from under him."
And as for why Amara had made his way out to Namek, a 'vacation' was a bit of an unusual reason to land out on this backwater planet, but Ashi supposed it was reason enough. Enough that she didn't feel like pressing the subject any further, at least. "Hmm," she grumbled, "They don't exactly have five star resorts here, though. Earth is about the only planet I've been to besides Konats that seems to have any idea of what a good time is." Earth was brimming with exotic cuisine and fancy beaches. Sure, it had some shitty stuff like snow and rain a lot, and most of the planet was overflowed with water, but the stuff on land was generally pretty neat. "But I guess if you lived on Earth your whole life, it'd get pretty boring, right?" she also asked, but then remembered Amara was a Saiyan. "...Although, aren't Saiyans from Vegeta? ...Why aren't you guys called Vegetans, anyway?"
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Post by Amara on Nov 18, 2019 20:13:25 GMT -6
"Yeah, I getcha." The Saiyan said. "There's a fine line between tradition and stupidity. And most of the time these people fall face first into the stupidity section. I understand why you honor your ancestors and their deeds, but at some point you have to look forward and take charge of your own damn life before someone does it for you. At least, that's what I think. I'm sure a random Saiyan's thoughts don't amount to much, heh." Food arrived moments later, one of the slug-people placing a plate of probably not-meat in front of her. Certainly smelled and looked like it though. Amara nudged the side of fries, gesturing vaguely towards the Konatsian. "Take a couple if you want. I probably won't eat it all."
A strange trait for a Saiyan, that was. Amara was very abnormal when it came to tailed space apes, though - that much was clear. "Really?" No infrastructure whatsoever? "They just sound like a bunch of old idiots at that point. Building a basic road and maintaining it with the tech that nearly everyone has access to isn't that hard. Hell, bet I could do a better job than that with half the available resources." The Saiyan munched on her not-burger (which tasted like a burger) while Ashi spoke, nodding along as some facts were straightened out about Konats' robotic ordeal. "Three outta five is still three outta five too much. That many people killed due to incompetence or lackluster warriors ain't good."
"Namek is one of the planets I least often go to." Amara explained, sipping a glass of fresh Namekian water. "I mostly chill on either Knutts or Earth, so, traveling here is a nice temporary change of scenery. Even if the green and blue does get taxing after a while. I guess I never considered Konats, but to be fair I didn't actually know it really existed until I got a crash course from the elf prince himself... no offense." Giving the Konatsian a cheeky grin, Amara hoped Ashi would take the friendly jab in-stride. The smile morphed into a slight scowl, though the expression wasn't directed at the girl before her, rather the mention of Vegeta at all.
"Yeah. I was born there. Haven't been back to lovely ol' Saiyan dipville in a loooong time. And I don't want to go back either." Her memories of both Vegeta and her own kin were negative, to say the least. Getting conscripted at seven was good way to breed resentment in rebellious souls, after all. She doubted anyone would recognize her if she were to go back, but the mere thought of a planet full of Saiyans was enough to almost burst a blood vessel. "Eh? Vegetans?" The phrase caught her slightly off-guard, alleviating the negative mood Amara had settled into. "Probably because the planet was named that posthumously. I don't think it's even our home planet, actually. I can't be bothered to fact check that, but it'd make sense from what little I remember about the damn place."
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Post by Ashi on Nov 25, 2019 16:46:50 GMT -6
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Ashi had gotten so absorbed in their conversation, she had hardly even noticed they'd stopped at a place to order food. So, when a plate of fries was suddenly nudged in her direction, she blinked at it in vague confusion, her brown eyes glancing around as if she'd only just noticed where she was at. Still, she started picking away at the fries herself after only the briefest of hesitations, the slightly salted snacks a welcome delight with each bite. "Yeah, it sucked," she replied with a nod of agreement as Amara commented about the Konatsian genocide. "I got shot like, five times in the chest. I remember reading somethin' about how getting shot doesn't actually hurt as much cause you're mostly in shock and all, but, lemme tell you, that absolutely hurt more than anything I've ever felt." Whatever person had written that "fact" had obviously never been shot before.
Amara also didn't seem too enthusiastic when Ashi brought up Vegeta, and from the sound of it, he didn't particularly have many good memories of her planet of origin. Nor did he have whereabouts on the origin of the Saiyan's species name. "Well, I feel like I heard Arcosians aren't originally from Arcose, but we still call 'em like they are," Ashi replied with a shrug before stuffing another fry between her lips. "Anyway, Saiyan probably sounds cool, anyway. Konatsian is kind of a mouthful, but then when people call us 'elves', it kind of feels like a slur, y'know? Like how you guys don't really like it when people call you 'monkeys'." It was okay for her to say that, right? ...Eh, whatever, she was a bad guy anyway. Might as well lean into it a bit, right?
"Sounds like you're not the biggest fan of Vegeta anyway," Ashi added after she'd swallow another fry, "So I won't bite that thread. Oh, and just in case you're as interested as I am..." Ashi stuffed her hand into her pants pocket and fished around a bit until she pulled out a pen, then grabbed one of the napkins at their table and scribbled on it a bit before passing it across the table towards Amara. "There's my number, if you ever get an inkling for doing something a bit more... 'Fun' later," she stated with a smirk and a wink. She felt like she was hitting off pretty well wit this guy, so why not go all in?
TAGS: Amara
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