Korado was back at the local bar in the Mercenary Outpost. He had really been going to a lot of bars lately. Not really to get a drink but he was more gathering information. He thought it was best to keep his eyes out for any trouble. The war between the Saiyans and Tuffles had ended but that didn't mean all the troubles in the world had. He knew that some Arcosian by the name of Blizzard had attacked the Saiyan City. He must have been the Arcosian that left the battle early and not the one whose blood Sickle had been able to absorb. Either way, that would mean there be a future war and more death. He hoped to figure out people's exact feelings on the matter and see if there was something he could do about this situation.
Plus, it also served as good motivation to keep working on this planet. Project Genesis had been coming slowly but he had a few people working with him. Maybe he meet some Saiyan or Tuffle that would want to work with him on his plans. He would glance as the bartender handed him a drink. He would drink it down with a sigh. His bag moved slightly as Sickle really hated being in his bag nowadays. But Korado still worried about what most people would think of the blob. It was not something that you normally see and he didn't wanna cause a ton of trouble while just trying to get a damn drink.
Cato wasn't usually one for bars. It wasn't that there was anything inherently wrong with them, but her time spent in distant mercenary outposts meant most of the bars she had come across were seedy, to say the very least. You would either wind up in a fight or wind up having to cuss out some drunken fool who tried his luck one too many times. But, she also knew that these sorts of watering holes were a good place to learn local customs, and perhaps more importantly, make contacts.
She had been directed to this outpost in her first meeting on the planet, though she had little desire to try her hand as a mercenary again. The thing that made this particular spot so interesting was that it was between the two formerly warring factions. A chance, perhaps, to meet not just other Saiyans -- but their Tuffle adversaries that she had heard so little about.
She entered the bar still clad in her off-worlder armour, the heavy black scarf pulled up to protect her from the wind. She settled at the bar itself, casting a steady glance around the room. The expected gathering of on and off-world mercenaries and travelers populated the area, and certainly none that she recognized. She turned instead to the bartender. She would take a little time to feel the room out, before trying anything.
"What sort of drinks do you serve here?" she asked. "Sorry, I've never had proper Saiyan alcohol before... or Tuffle alcohol, for that matter."
Korado scouter beeped to life as someone strong seemed to arrive at the bar. The Bartender glanced upwards at her giving a nod. "We got both. I imagine you would prefer the Saiyan ones. Tuffle alcohol is a lot weaker from my experience." The bartender then went back to cleaning cups as Korado turned to see who he was talking to. A young purple-haired saiyan woman? That was an odd hair color for a saiyan. Her armor seemed to be quite odd, off-worlder styled. She must not have been a local saiyan. That could explain the hair along with the armor. He knew a lot of saiyans were not born on the planet. So she must have been new to the planet or looking for work. He did need people to work with and she looked like she could handle herself.
Korado would wave at the woman. "You don't seem to be around here come sit down I'll buy you a drink." Korado had enough money for that. If she was a mercenary then maybe he could talk to get some business going. He did need work to help with his Project Genesis. But also he would want to get work for other things. He was unsure what was going on fully between the saiyans and tuffles along with the saiyans and Arcosian's. So having someone that maybe could be helpful in getting that knowledge seemed wise. If not he could at least have a nice drink and talk to someone.
Cato offered a smile towards the bartender at his suggestion. "Saiyan alcohol will do, then -- thank you."
Before she could actually receive her drink, another of the patrons waved her down. She glanced over to him, giving him a curious look over before offering a nod in greeting. His attire definitely looked familiar to the style she'd experienced from Plant thus far. That was probably something she needed to correct herself, but she would wait until she had a better grasp on things before really trying to fit in.
"Sure. You can pay for the one I've already ordered, if you really want," she answered as she approached where the Tuffle was sitting and claimed the next seat over. "I'm not from around here," she admitted, right off the bat. "But I'm guessing you are."
"You're not a Saiyan, are you?" she asked, giving him another scrutinizing look. "It's hard to tell sometimes. So many different peoples look so similar, save one or two small differences. So, uh, if you are a Saiyan, don't take any offense in that -- you just don't have, you know..."
She shook her head. She had a habit of digging herself into holes when she spoke too much, so she opted to just take a breath and leave it up to the other patron to explain himself.
Seemed she was willing to head over to talk. Good for him it be awkward if she blew him off. Then he just is here drinking all day. "Yah I got your tab don't worry." Korado would sip the drink that he already had there. She admitted she was not from around her and also assumed he was from here. He glanced, "Yah you could say that. I'm been all around this place. Not exactly from this particular part. This is the more neutral area. Though guess can't be neutral anymore if the war is over." Korado shrugged. It was so odd that the war was indeed over. It had been going on his entire life. He wondered what was gonna happen to this no man's land as a result. Guess that was a question for the future.
Cato then asked if he was a saiyan or not. He did somewhat have the build of a saiyan but he had no tail and he was not some composing figure of muscle. He could pass off as maybe a non-combat saiyan to some but not to everyone. "I am part saiyan. But the dominant side of my blood is tuffle. I take no offense to you asking the question. I do not have a tail so it makes sense you asked the question." Korado turned slightly back to his drink as she offered her name. "My name is Korado. It is nice to meet you, Cato. So you seemed to not be around from here. What brings you to plant?" She may have been a saiyan but the hair did make her stand out.
"Maybe not a neutral area," Cato conceded. "But you could still view this place as a sort of buffer zone. I haven't really been around long enough to say anything with a certainty about this place... but given your war has been raging for decades, any space, neutral or not, between the two armies is probably a good thing for your prospects of peace."
Cato shrugged as she received her drink, swirling it around in her glass curiously. She took a short sip from it, the bitter taste stinging at her tongue, but she did her best to conceal the surprise. It was certainly no wine or light ale like she was used to, but she supposed that was on-brand for this place. She let out a short breath and turned her attention back to Korado, observing him silently for a few seconds.
She wasn't wholly sure what to expect from the Tuffles, so it was encouraging that this one -- half-Saiyan or not -- seemed a little more reasonable than the tales she had spun in her head about them. "I came here just... to see what it was like, I suppose. To sort of -- reclaim my home, I guess?"
"I left here when I was too young to really remember much, so it's been a learning experience. But a home you don't remember is still a home of some sort, isn't it?"
"Buffer zone is a fair enough word." It was not fully neutral of course. From what he saw they were a lot of saiba-man's and this was the only real place with a high population in the area. She did make a fair point that having a spot like this was a good sign of peace. Afterall, if a buff zone existed it meant one was not fully winning the war. It gave a good chance for peace. Which of course, they were getting towards peace. But it would be some time to see if those efforts proved fruitful. Though as long as Cheri and Taori were both the leaders of their respective people's then there was a good chance this peace could actually last.
Korado leaned back as she explained her reason to be here was to reclaim her home. She had been gone a long time and now she had a chance to reclaim it. "I sympathize with your plight. I left this planet for a long time because I didn't wanna be involved in the war. Yet, I was drawn back to this world. I wanted to make it better not leave it to get worse. I can say that I have." With the peace going on and him being a part of that. Not that he could say that to her. "If you want my advice, I'd just try to find something to do in a place like this that gives you enjoyment. It is not much of a home if your reason to be there is that it has some sentimental importance. That fades with time." Korado was maybe a bit cynical in that regard but that is why he left. It was not until he realized he couldn't let the war continue that he returned.