Post by Garruk on Feb 29, 2020 21:23:06 GMT -6
Looking over his troops and engineers as they worked with a determined pace, their efforts to build a new home under the waters near the islands was nothing short of amazing to watch. If only if it was not so boring on his part, the role of the ever watchful leader was something he was slowly come to terms with. He much prefer to be down there working with his own hands but it would not make a good picture for the refugees. Speaking of which the Nameks that had flooded his ships when he evacuated a few villages during the attack on the planet where doing their best to aid his men, their daily struggles had filled them with determination to push forward no matter what. Unlike many of the refugees that had to be forced to work with his men the Namekians had volunteered to help with the construction of these new homes, their magics and strong bodies had been a blessing in disguise. Even now he had no idea what he would have done if they had not been taken by him and it only made him guilty that he secretly wanted the defense of their home world to fail just so he could keep them with him. He knew he would not force them to stay by any means but that did not mean he wanted to see them go. Plus it look good form a PR perspective to the earthlings opening up many new options on the negotiation table, if they ever got around to meeting that was. It seemed that Carro was still out of order, the president of earth being away for so long worried him greatly. For now all that he could do was build the city up and as to be forgiven for not asking the natives of earth if he could. What was that saying again? Some times it easier to as for forgiveness then permission? He hoped it was true or this would be a short lived home and the fleet could not take off again due to lack of basic supplies.
Turning to one of the Namekians as he explained to one of the soldiers why they could not have the lights on too high or the plants would die again reminded again how much he needed them, his men were suited for fighting not farming. And hiding this all under water made it all the more important they did it right but perhaps he could find more for his troops to do to help out, a task more suited for their talents. The oceans of this world were filled with plenty of fish right? Perhaps they could find a way to catch them for a temporary food source, their combat abilities were much higher then many of fauna on the planet. Adding to his list of things to organize he quickly went to the next section of work as they slowly embedded the ships into ocean floor, these once proud war ships of the Brumal house now being converted into permanent homes for the refugees. The location mattered a lot as well since they need to be close to some of the islands nearby for when they finally got permission to live on earth, the short distance perfect for them to move the population out of their aquatic homes. So far his plans included three islands that were close enough together that travel between them would be a easy matter, each one in sight of the other making it so they could be even called a extension of the same settlement. That was his hope anyways but if he knew anything it was that life had a way of destroying your plans and making you clean up the mess. He had to prove that their presence here would be good for the planet earth, not a reason for them to look back and regret their choice to help them. This planet could be a turning page to his people's culture, A reason for them to give up their vanity and misplaced pride. But first he needed more Acrosians here and not fighting over the scraps of the world trade fleet, the broken empire now crumbling under its own power struggles rather then their opponents.
With a sigh he went returned to his room, his eyes going over the communication device he had put together. It was a older model but would still serve to send signals though Acrosian channels into space. He was weary of using it since yes he could call more Acrosians refugees to his settlement but he also could call a warlord souring his relations with earth. However he could not bring himself to ignore the device in favor of desecration, his hands lifting up to turn the old machine on and set up the correct channels. His tail lashed about as he steeled himself to send a message around earth and into space, the contents of such message were vital if he wanted to attract the right kind of attention to his cause. With one last breath he pulled up the microphone to his mouth before he started his message, his attempt to rally his people once again. "This is Lord Brumal calling all scattered Acrosians to rally to Brumal city as a single race once again! To cast aside our civil war for the scraps of the broken world trade fleet, to cast aside our desire to be the ruler of a dying empire. Let us brothers and sisters come together again to build a future for our people that is more then just reclaiming our old glory! Let us be more then a foot note in annuls of history! This is Lord Burmal calling all Acrosians of all ranks to rally to Brumal city!" He called across the com channels. With a sigh he placed the message on repeat and sat down quickly, his many duties wearing on him greatly as wondered if he did the right thing calling his people together. He feared he might have started a invasion of earth, his own people the invaders and it haunted him greatly. Turning to the machine one last time he listed the coordinates of the city before leaning back to rest, any response would not doubt take weeks to arrive. He would need to see if his efforts bore fruit or if the fruit would rot well before they could be harvested.
