Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2020 12:55:04 GMT -6
Words. They were wonderful things.
They connected the current present with the grandest ages of the past, tying together civilizations innumerable.
Some were soft-spoken, offering a gentle word to soothe an aching soul. Others were proud and boastful, their rich baritone carrying across a sea of onlookers, filled with inspiration as they beheld such a figure. Some used very few words—men and women of action—and still others waxed eloquent, each honeyed word that slipped from their lips as palatable as any delectable dessert.
Never had a grander method of communication been devised. The greatest speech often turned the cogs of history itself. So it was only appropriate that in such a dire moment the most thoughtful arrangement of speech would suffice to pinpoint the exact emotion he felt.
"It smells like wet monkey in here."
Draft frowned.
The tight interior of the Saiyan space pod was ludicrous, even for one of his small stature. His cushioned seat took up three-fifths of available space and the monitoring station tracking his progress through the starry cosmos bumped up against his knees.
There was a stale hint of food and body odor in the pod as well. Every time he wriggled about to get more comfortable—despite the fact that Saiyans had tails, this seat was NOT accommodating of his own—he could hear the crinkle of a cellophane wrapper which was no doubt the remains of someone's snack, the refuse of which tossed about with casual disregard.
Cleanliness was not some long lost cultural tradition. It was a veritable fact, and should be practiced with constant vigilance... never mind the fact he'd stolen this pod from its predecessor. That wasn't the point.
Draft sighed and closed his eyes. Irritation bubbled up within him like a simmering cauldron, yet he tried his best to maintain his composure. Even in the confines of this tiny space pod he would not give anyone the courtesy of seeing Draft Arctos outside of perfect, calculated composure.
If an enemy sensed a weakness, they would pounce upon it. And his enemies were often those who smiled at him first.
The trip from Arcose to Earth was a lengthy one. He tried to engage the pod's hibernation protocol so he could nap the entire time, but it appeared to not be working properly.
"Surprise, surprise. A Saiyan who can't properly care for their own transport. I wouldn't be surprised if he stole it from someone else himself." He gave a dismissive wave. "I suppose I shouldn't expect much."
All that mattered was that he'd found his ticket off of Arcose, yet the reason any Saiyan would visit the old Arcose sector of space was far beyond his capability to understand.
It was of little consequence for Draft, and dreadful consequence for the unlucky, bumbling fool who'd left his pod accessible in his absence. Only one thing mattered at this point.
Earth was ripe with harvest: swaying stalks of foolish beings with lofty ideals, looking for shortcuts to those treasured things in life that only came to the most fortunate. Or to those who understood how to take advantage of a situation. Draft found himself in the latter camp.
Despite the uncomfortable exterior, he closed his eyes and folded his arms, settling back against his seat and attempting to get some rest.
Next stop: Planet Earth.
"And what an abundance I shall find there to reap."
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