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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2020 17:26:34 GMT -6
24,000 PL Well, that hadn't exactly gone the way Zentry had been hoping for. He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked up at Yenma and his massive desk. "Nice desk, looks like it's made from mahogany. Excellent choice of wood, my CO has one kinda like it in his office. You know, expect his is smaller and nowhere near as well-made." he laughed nervously for a second before his expression turned serious.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to send me back would you? I'd just need like 20-30 minutes at the most. Just enough time to make sure that most of the Namekians get off planet Namek before it explodes." he pleaded, aware of how futile his efforts were going to be.
"No, I suppose that would go against the natural order of things huh? Oh well, can't really blame a guy for trying right?" he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I've done anything particular bad in my life. I did cause a bit of trouble for the WTF when the held my planet hostage but those were just pranks from a toddler really. I'd like to think my good deeds since joining the Galactic Patrol outweigh any of the bad I did during those years."
Zentry straightened his posture and stood at attention, right hand against his forehead as he saluted King Yenma. "Wherever you send me sir I'm sure it's where I deserve to be."
ADDITIONAL INFO Rest In Peace Zentry of The Galactic Patrol
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Post by King Yemma on Feb 22, 2020 16:36:34 GMT -6
If there was one thing that King Yemma hated, it was busy days. They were also as bad as the slow days. Not just because of all the extra paperwork either, and not because his hand sometimes got a little tired from swinging around that gavel of his. No, it was because busy days tended to mean something was going horribly wrong down there. Even a man in Yemma's position could empathize every now and again.
The next unfortunate soul to step up to be judged brought with him some equally unfortunate tidings. The kind of tidings that meant that there might just be one of those sad, but unforgivingly busy days on the way. A member of the Galactic Patrol. Yemma could have sworn he heard that name once or twice before. He sat up straight and peered down at the man, studious. Then, he took a glance at his record.
"What you're saying seems to add up," he considered aloud. "You seem to have lived a fairly good life. Maybe a little short, but--" he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm afraid we can't send you back. I appreciate the thought, I really don't need to deal with a whole planet's worth of souls today..."
He bit back whatever regret might have been about to surface, both at the apparent fate of Namek -- and at the rush that might be about to burden his day -- and slammed his gavel down.
"HEAVEN!"
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