Post by Cato on Feb 6, 2022 22:11:47 GMT -5
INAUSPICIOUS ARRIVAL
Cato's PL: 8,000
Cato's PL: 8,000
The sight of a lone space pod burning its way through the atmosphere was hardly anything special on Plant. With the amount of traffic the planet saw each day, the arrival of one lone Saiyan warrior probably shouldn't have warranted any notice. The only thing out of the ordinary with this particular ship was that it was hurdling straight towards the Saiba Wastes. Maybe the storm raging over Plant had damaged its navigation equipment, or maybe the ship had an outdated star chart. Ordinarily, it might have been simple enough to dismiss the reading as just another smuggler trying to skip port in either the Vegeta or Lychee sectors. But no, not this ship - despite its hazardous trajectory, the ship was emitting a passive beacon, identifying it as not only a Saiyan ship, but one of some import.
Nobility.
At least, that's what the nearest military outposts would have assumed. The ship itself was registered to some long-dead noble house, one that fell victim to its own excessive martial ambition. The woman who stepped out of the pod into the searing acid rain appeared to be anything but. The tail was abundant evidence that she was indeed a Saiyan, but her purple hair immediately marked her a hybrid. Her clothes, a heavy black scarf atop moulded steel armour, were nothing like those a Saiyan might or aught to wear. No doubt an alien design from some distant, galactic backwater.
A patrol might have been disappointed to come across the strange arrival with all her foreign garb. But that disappointment would certainly be mutual.
Cato took in a shallow breath, her lungs seeming to burn from the air itself, as she remained in partial cover beneath the raised door of her space-pod. She had travelled long and far to rediscover her ancestral home, and this wasn't what she had in mind. This place was certainly teeming with life -- she could tell that much from the monstrous cries and calls that sounded over the ruinous landscape... but whatever life made its home here wouldn't be worth sticking around to see. As another splash of acid rain burned against her scarf, she retreated back into the safety of her pod.
She started clicking through the various communications channels still programmed into the pod, to no avail -- most were old mercenary frequencies, and whatever codes had been used by the Saiyans twenty-one years ago were almost certain to be out of date. Still, she didn't have much choice. She could either hope for a reprieve -- or wait out the storm and navigate by eye. Either way, she was in for a long wait.
"Can anyone hear me?" she spoke into the radio. "If there's anyone left on this rock, I could use directions... or a tow. Before this whole area floods with acid, if you don't mind."
The broadcast would almost certainly fall on deaf ears. Her best hope, for better or worse, was to hope her landing had been noticed by one of the nearest military outposts.
Nobility.
At least, that's what the nearest military outposts would have assumed. The ship itself was registered to some long-dead noble house, one that fell victim to its own excessive martial ambition. The woman who stepped out of the pod into the searing acid rain appeared to be anything but. The tail was abundant evidence that she was indeed a Saiyan, but her purple hair immediately marked her a hybrid. Her clothes, a heavy black scarf atop moulded steel armour, were nothing like those a Saiyan might or aught to wear. No doubt an alien design from some distant, galactic backwater.
A patrol might have been disappointed to come across the strange arrival with all her foreign garb. But that disappointment would certainly be mutual.
Cato took in a shallow breath, her lungs seeming to burn from the air itself, as she remained in partial cover beneath the raised door of her space-pod. She had travelled long and far to rediscover her ancestral home, and this wasn't what she had in mind. This place was certainly teeming with life -- she could tell that much from the monstrous cries and calls that sounded over the ruinous landscape... but whatever life made its home here wouldn't be worth sticking around to see. As another splash of acid rain burned against her scarf, she retreated back into the safety of her pod.
She started clicking through the various communications channels still programmed into the pod, to no avail -- most were old mercenary frequencies, and whatever codes had been used by the Saiyans twenty-one years ago were almost certain to be out of date. Still, she didn't have much choice. She could either hope for a reprieve -- or wait out the storm and navigate by eye. Either way, she was in for a long wait.
"Can anyone hear me?" she spoke into the radio. "If there's anyone left on this rock, I could use directions... or a tow. Before this whole area floods with acid, if you don't mind."
The broadcast would almost certainly fall on deaf ears. Her best hope, for better or worse, was to hope her landing had been noticed by one of the nearest military outposts.
Cato arrives! WC: 503 (Thread Total: 503)