Post by General Hibernal on May 21, 2021 16:12:15 GMT -5
|Rime or Reason| - Hibernal's PL: 10,000
Hibernal, though his brief time on the planet, had discerned one thing: he detested it here.
Even the air seemed foul to him. Plant was a ball of waste, and the people living there were scarcely any better. Barbaric Saiyans, Tuffles too inquisitive for their own good.
Nonetheless, Hibernal felt that his time searching for his daughter had been well-spent. He had learned some rather interesting facts about the place, and recruited some potential allies... though it seemed in return that his medical situation had gotten worse.
You wouldn't be able to tell from how he was barking orders around the shipyard, though. He was managing the supplies for the return trip home, as well as importing some Tuffle tech for use in some untested weapons of war. Everything was done quickly and efficiently, and his ship seemed nearly ready for his voyage in but a few hours time.
There the man stood, sticking out like a sore thumb, surrounded by his entourage. It truly was an unpleasant place, and the circumstances didn't make it much better.
It wasn't like the situation would improve any when he got home, either. Sickness had devastated his body. He was nothing but a shadow of his former self, a shell of the man whose name was feared across worlds.
And it was here, in this time of his life, that he needed to fight for dominance.
The stresses were unpleasant. Yet, Hibernal, standing tall in that shipyard, seemed as confident as ever.
Rime skulked into the shipyard quietly, doing his best to avoid notice - he was nothing if not subtle when he had to be, and he didn't want to catch someone else's attention before he reached the man that he was here to see. This entire trip to Plant had been with Hibernal in mind, and he did not intend to finish it without getting an opportunity to size up the man. He wished to know what would happen when this succession crisis came to a head, even if he knew that whatever the result, he had to act fast and attempt to finally pull the trigger on all his work.
The Arcosian approached Hibernal's entourage and maintained an appropriate distance so as not to appear threatening. He leaned forward as soon as he was seen, bowing in the appropriate manner to someone of higher station within Arcosian society. This wasn't an uncommon practice for him; being of common birth meant that pretty much every other Arcosian he meant was of higher social rank, so he had gotten the form of his bow rather perfect by this point. "My Lord General. Captain Rime, of Military Intelligence. I apologise for the intrusion, but I was hoping to speak with you."
His allegiance both within the military's own intelligence division and Arcosian Intelligence as a whole was likely a known fact to Hibernal to this point; he had made clear to Lady Ise already that Arcosian Intelligence had sent him to Plant initially. No doubt that information would have passed onto her father, but he knew it was more important to emphasise his military service. General Hibernal was one of the figures they always talked about one day being like back in training, though few men ever made it that far, if they even survived a term.
He thought back to receiving medals and awards, some of which were more prestigious just for the fact that the General had previously received them. It was odd now, to stand in front of him, to see him in the flesh. He'd almost half expected to get here and find out that the man was an elaborate fiction dreamed up by the nobility to inspire the troops, rather than simply flesh and blood like anyone else. Perhaps that would have made this easier.