Nero had been hearing various rumors as of late, in increasing frequency. It was to do with an offworlder, a particularly violent and rude one. He had first caught wind of this when visiting Guru’s Forest some time ago, and since then he had made moves to investigate these rumors. Most of what he had to go on was that he was looking for a Heran, one that was seemingly obsessed with gaining power and trying to weasel it out of the people of Namek.
Even at the most basic of levels, Nero was understandably not fond of such news, especially if the majority of it was in any way true. However, there was no sense in acting without having a better perspective on the matter, and even less sense in acting without the full truth.
There was just as much of a chance that this Heran that Nero was looking for simply had issues socializing or seeking help to genuinely improve themselves as a person as there was a chance of them being an obnoxious pain to be suitably dealt with. Maybe a bit of both even, anything was possible.
Having done his best at stringing available information together, Nero decided to first search through the Dragon Isles to see if there were any leads there. He rode on his off-white bluish Nimbus to have a better vantage point while he reached out with his ability to sense energy...
In her defence, Iyre hadn't just gone around attacking every Namekian she met! For her, that was quite restrained. Though she had gotten in more than her fair share of fights. Perhaps surprisingly, though, she kept coming back to the Dragon Isles. She'd visited the Scar, but in spite of her natural affinity with parts of that land, she had found herself drawn over and over again to the more mystical islands.
She couldn't cloak her power, either. Indeed, much of Iyre's struggle has been in trying to learn more advanced ways to use her energy, and the very idea that learning to suppress it might be something worthwhile was purely anathema to the woman, so finding her was not particularly challenging.
The woman's strength was very unlike the locals. Her anger constantly crawled just beneath the surface of her skin, bound in the tight knot of pain and discipline that she held herself to. Iyre lived up to her name; there was always some level of that fury waiting to be unleashed. Even here, even as she tried to look deeper into herself and overcome the barriers she was starting to understand were a product of her own mind more than anything else.
When she had come to Namek, she had thought she could just throw her money or her weight around to bully the locals into giving up their secrets. When that hadn't worked, it was obvious that the problem lay with them - at first. It was only more recently that she'd been able to grapple with the truth.
That realisation hadn't brought her any closer to overcoming the difficulties, though, and it certainly hadn't made her happy.
There were still pleasant aspects to the planet, though. She liked that it was never night, she liked the lack of pollution - so different to the hellscape that she had grown up in - and she liked the local wildlife. Though whether or not Nero approved of that would probably define their first impression.
Because she had staked out a small section of one of the island shores, built herself a fire, and was currently tearing strips off a large fish that she'd set roasting over it. Gods, but it was good to have some flesh again. She'd been stymied in her attempts to hunt in Guru's Forest, but she needed a good meal, and after weeks of plants and water, this was the first thing she'd found to fill her belly that brought her joy.
These people didn't worship fish, did they? It all seemed to be dragons, from what she'd seen at least.
It didn’t take very long for Nero to ascertain the direction in which someone was worth at least talking to for a moment, their energy was not one he fully recognised. The closer Nero got to the new energy signature, he noticed something about it— it was bubbling and broiling in anger, almost crackling. He was no stranger to this sort of ‘uncontrolled’ feeling in someone’s energy, he had helped his fair share of people overcome this part of themselves and become more measured people— that said, those people were ready and willing to grow out of such things, whether or not this person was the same in that regard remained to be seen.
Flying closer, Nero now saw who he had sensed moments ago. Indeed, they had matched the description of the alleged troublemaker that he was given. They weren’t causing trouble at present, they were just having a meal, and with how much they were enjoying it, they either really liked seafood or they hadn’t eaten right in a while.
Nero floated downward on his Nimbus so that he was in plain view of the young Heran and made his presence known with a wave. “Hello there, traveller. Do you perhaps have a moment of free time?”
As Nero got closer, it was likely that he'd notice some more about the aura - at least if he was concentrating on it. Because whilst Iyre was full of anger, it was not uncontrolled. The fury inside the woman was bound tight, caged like a beast ready to be unleashed when she needed it.
She would be the first to admit that she was a very angry person; but she unleashed that anger when she chose to. She refused to be ruled by it. In some ways, it was a kind of discipline; though she would likely laugh at anyone who chose to try and use that word to describe her, given that she lived her life as she wished to live it and only acknowledged the rules she saw value in.
She looked every part the Heran mercenary, though. In the flesh, there was no doubting that this blue-skinned woman and her grizzly trophies was definitely the person he had been looking for. But in spite of the obvious negative emotions that suffused her aura, she looked him in the eye and gave a slow nod of her head.
She could sense his energy in return, and his power was respectable. Not so far beyond hers that she felt intimidated, but enough that he obviously wasn't some sort of weakling.
"Nothing but free time." She said, tearing off another strip of fish and taking a bite from it, "You want to trade for some fish? It's better'n the plants most of the folks around here are farming, I'll tell you that for nothing."
She was curious, though. The floating cloud was weird enough, but there hadn't been any people here who had actually asked for her help with anything. She really hoped this guy wasn't about to try and engage her services. She wasn't here to fight. Besides. He felt strong enough to take care of most things himself, right?