Post by Amara on May 11, 2021 19:41:41 GMT -5
Most would feel good to be home. Amara only felt nervous.
Her return to Planet Plant on the Vegetan Sector was - in theory - a risk-free maneuver. Her family and herself were loyal soldiers to the cause and most of the higher-ups knew that the Bloodthorne heir was set to return at any moment from her expedition into space... along with a now dead crew. Amara's eyes fluttered shut for a moment in remembrance as her pod broke from the supercharged travel it had embarked on thanks to a tank of sparking fuel, the red hue of Vegeta sitting ominously before her. Her plan had boiled down thusly: look more 'Saiyan', return from her 'trip', and finally claim her rightful place as the Bloodthorne inheritor for war. Her assassins still lurked in the shadows and would undoubtedly move to attack her for such a bold move, but with newfound strength and allies, Amara was confident that a war could be waged against them easily enough.
There was a very high chance that she wouldn't be walking away from the horrors of war alive, especially without a tail or a suitable transformation, but that was a risk Amara would just have to take. She couldn't sit this conflict out and allow the fate of both the Tuffles and Saiyans to be decided by the actions of only others. So thusly as her pod broke the atmosphere of the desolated planet, she puffed up. Showing weakness or hesitation as a noble who intended to take the position of a General was political suicide. She'd have to land in the standard district port given her hastily sealed pod only bearing the most basic of Saiyan insignia, but that should be fine enough. Her descent was slow and monitored, squeezed in among the traffic coming and going from the capital. Her landing pad was a rather standard affair with a rather bored-looking attendant ushering her ship in, locking the craft in place with a gravity seal.
"Alright pal, standard fee will be-" The smaller Saiyan had started to speak whilst looking down at a clipboard, stopping short and pausing as Amara stepped from the ship confidently. "You... don't look like the standard fare we get on this port. I swear that armor looks familiar-" Amara interrupted the man with a short glare: "Bloodthorne. The war colors of my House are on display here. Alongside the proper matching insignia on the backplate. I've no need for that ship anymore so consider it a donation to the port... now excuse me, I've more pressing matters to attend to." And with that she walked away, headed for the main city streets.
Her return to Planet Plant on the Vegetan Sector was - in theory - a risk-free maneuver. Her family and herself were loyal soldiers to the cause and most of the higher-ups knew that the Bloodthorne heir was set to return at any moment from her expedition into space... along with a now dead crew. Amara's eyes fluttered shut for a moment in remembrance as her pod broke from the supercharged travel it had embarked on thanks to a tank of sparking fuel, the red hue of Vegeta sitting ominously before her. Her plan had boiled down thusly: look more 'Saiyan', return from her 'trip', and finally claim her rightful place as the Bloodthorne inheritor for war. Her assassins still lurked in the shadows and would undoubtedly move to attack her for such a bold move, but with newfound strength and allies, Amara was confident that a war could be waged against them easily enough.
There was a very high chance that she wouldn't be walking away from the horrors of war alive, especially without a tail or a suitable transformation, but that was a risk Amara would just have to take. She couldn't sit this conflict out and allow the fate of both the Tuffles and Saiyans to be decided by the actions of only others. So thusly as her pod broke the atmosphere of the desolated planet, she puffed up. Showing weakness or hesitation as a noble who intended to take the position of a General was political suicide. She'd have to land in the standard district port given her hastily sealed pod only bearing the most basic of Saiyan insignia, but that should be fine enough. Her descent was slow and monitored, squeezed in among the traffic coming and going from the capital. Her landing pad was a rather standard affair with a rather bored-looking attendant ushering her ship in, locking the craft in place with a gravity seal.
"Alright pal, standard fee will be-" The smaller Saiyan had started to speak whilst looking down at a clipboard, stopping short and pausing as Amara stepped from the ship confidently. "You... don't look like the standard fare we get on this port. I swear that armor looks familiar-" Amara interrupted the man with a short glare: "Bloodthorne. The war colors of my House are on display here. Alongside the proper matching insignia on the backplate. I've no need for that ship anymore so consider it a donation to the port... now excuse me, I've more pressing matters to attend to." And with that she walked away, headed for the main city streets.
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Amara's Ki Projection and Controlled Overcharge UTs are active to mask her identity!
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Amara's Ki Projection and Controlled Overcharge UTs are active to mask her identity!
Total WC: 443 (1 Post)