Thicker Than Blood

Good news: the war had ended, hopefully for good. Bad news: Azoth, that slimy bastard, decided the authentic way forward for peace was BOMBING the Saiyans while their backs were turned. So that's what he meant by following his own path and why he was so dismissive of her pleas to end the conflict with as little intervention as possible. Sheesh, just the thought was enough to rouse actual anger, but the emotion was quelled. She'd already had her mini freak out with Taori. No need to go around everywhere else and start acting a brat too. Having had her little rendezvous with the King, now was the time to visit the Tuffle side of things.

Hatchi was still standing tall and proud, if not a bit demoralized after 'losing' the war. Not that it changed daily life whatsoever aside from removing the constant fear of getting attacked or bombed... which, to be honest, was a nice change. She had come all this way to seek out two people in particular: the chancellor, Cheri, and her brother. More accurately, half-brother, but Amara didn't care to let the little details bother her. He was a sciency type of guy (much like she was now), and having no other clue of where to look, Amara guided herself towards the research complex sector. It was a massive, sprawling government-funded thinktank that primarily served to produce stuff like Destron and other weapons for war, and now that the conflict was over, it seemed... quiet.

"How am I supposed to find him like this?" She'd mutter aloud, squinting at the Tuffles milling about. For once, Amara felt pretty darn tall, new body standing at six feet and towering over most of the people here. Maybe she should've gone smaller, but it was a bit too late for that. "'Scuse me," She stopped one of the passersby, flashing a friendly smile. "I'm looking for someone named Korado. Do you know where I could find him?"