Post by Hail Kaltluft on Nov 23, 2019 15:04:14 GMT -6
Hail felt lost. He couldn't remember how long it had been since his initial mission to destroy the fleeing Saiyans had come to an unpleasant close. He still didn't remember how he managed to survive the battle, or even where his supposed allies had gone off to. He just remembered waking up in the home of a kind earthling man and his daughter. That had been months ago, at least, and since that time he'd survived just by doing odd jobs. It was completely unlike him. Everything from his past was violent and full of greed and a lust for power. But he only sought those things to gain his own freedom; To escape the iron fist of his own people.
His feet lifted off the ground as he took to the sky. It was another successful day of working for the city's housing authority. Demolishing old homes, aiding in the construction of new ones, or even some landscaping here and there were all jobs he'd done in the past. He wasn't very good at it in his own mind, but because of his natural abilities he was able to do the work that most machines took hours to do in a matter of minutes. Sometimes the results were a little messy if he didn't receive well worded instructions, but overall they didn't complain if he blew away a few extra feet of dirt or rubble from around the edges.
Even though he was finally living peacefully and free, it felt hollow. He felt incomplete, and maybe even a little broken. There was an emptiness in his heart that he couldn't fill. An all consuming void of desire without direction. As thoughts of his past and his uncertain future swirled around in his head, he casually flew over the industrial district of Central City with a blank stare toward the horizon. Hail had been like this ever since the Arcosian attack against the Saiyans had come to a catastrophic close ages ago. He lived his day to day life like a mostly average civilian on Earth as though he were on auto-pilot with someone else putting in his directives. The Arcosian kept asking himself what had changed, but no answer ever came. So here he was, flying home on a planet that wasn't his own after doing a job he didn't care about.
His feet lifted off the ground as he took to the sky. It was another successful day of working for the city's housing authority. Demolishing old homes, aiding in the construction of new ones, or even some landscaping here and there were all jobs he'd done in the past. He wasn't very good at it in his own mind, but because of his natural abilities he was able to do the work that most machines took hours to do in a matter of minutes. Sometimes the results were a little messy if he didn't receive well worded instructions, but overall they didn't complain if he blew away a few extra feet of dirt or rubble from around the edges.
Even though he was finally living peacefully and free, it felt hollow. He felt incomplete, and maybe even a little broken. There was an emptiness in his heart that he couldn't fill. An all consuming void of desire without direction. As thoughts of his past and his uncertain future swirled around in his head, he casually flew over the industrial district of Central City with a blank stare toward the horizon. Hail had been like this ever since the Arcosian attack against the Saiyans had come to a catastrophic close ages ago. He lived his day to day life like a mostly average civilian on Earth as though he were on auto-pilot with someone else putting in his directives. The Arcosian kept asking himself what had changed, but no answer ever came. So here he was, flying home on a planet that wasn't his own after doing a job he didn't care about.
Thread PL: 180,000 (30,000 x6 True Form)
