Ship In Distress [Open/Ticoga]

Hyoga was surprised when Ticoga declined to take a share in the profits of selling off the buried loot, but he certainly wasn’t doing too bad for himself with a ship and crew of this size. He followed as Ticoga led him out of the room and off through the corridors of the ship. As they went, Ticoga communicated orders to one of his crew via scouter, ordering Hyoga’s pod be repaired and re-fuelled. It was gratifying to see he was an Arcosian of his word.

Coming to a stop at a wide bay door, Ticoga began to reveal the source of his own apparent wealth. It seemed he’d managed to swipe a great deal of funds from the former World Trade Fleet, right under the Saiyans’ noses. Hyoga was impressed by his boldness, and even more impressed when he showed him that the crates in the bay were filled to the brim with currency rods. The value of his own buried loot paled in comparison to what was here. It was almost a pity Ticoga had proven to be both strong and amicable, he thought. If he’d managed to seize this ship he would’ve been filthy rich. It was almost painful to watch as the crate sealed shut.

Then, Ticoga made some rather incisive points. He correctly deduced that Hyoga did not simply stray into the asteroid field. He assumed, partly correct, that he was pursued there. He wanted to know who had been his pursuers, considering it an investment to help deal with them. Hyoga gave a heavy sigh, launching into his explanation.

“You’re right to assume I was pursued, but my enemy was not exactly powerful by our standards.” He began, leaning against the wall. “It was the Galactic Patrol. I’ve been wanted by them for decades now, but they finally caught up with me a few months ago. Individually they’re no threat to me, but they’ve got strength enough to interfere with smooth operation. They destroy materials and ships, hassle your customers and broadcast your location. They damaged my ship and I was forced to shelter in the asteroid field.” His tail swept the floor idly as he spoke, recalling the events that had led to him drifting without navigation in his incomplete pod.

“I managed to abandon ship with most of the surviving merchandise, and destroyed their vessels. For now, they don’t know I’m alive and I intend to keep it that way for the time being.” He looked over at Ticoga, a frown on his flat face. “The universe is full of busy-bodies and would-be heroes. Nuisance though they can be, the Patrol keeps us on our toes. If we devoted ourselves to wiping them out something more dangerous might rise in its place. Their persistence may be frustrating, but at least they’re incompetent. Imagine if the Saiyans suddenly took it upon themselves to do the same job.” He let out a chuckle, imagining how many previous encounters might have played out if the Galactic Patrolmen had been replaced with actual trained fighters.

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