Destiny Calling... Mar 10, 2022 21:58:39 GMT -5
Post by Jagaimo on Mar 10, 2022 21:58:39 GMT -5
Thread PL: 10,000 (Currently Suppressed to 100)
Travelling to Arcose had given the young woman time to think on things and give her focus on what she was trying to do. The Saiyans were scattered across worlds, some happily no doubt, some knowing no different and other forced away but they needed to know they had a home they could return to, a place where they could be accepted for what they were, a place where their power was not a crime, and now importantly once more, a place where they had a King to guide them into the next era of the Saiyan Race. It wasn’t a mission she had been presented with, it probably wasn’t even a mission anyone felt was worth the effort but to her making sure the Saiyan’s knew they had a place to go and a King that needed their support for the future was worth it to her. Taori was one of the strongest Saiyan’s Jagaimo had ever met, and despite not having been at the battle of Hatchi city herself she knew that his power had obviously grown since the last time they had met in the district. He had taken the throne that was by rights held by the strongest and ended the war in a few months. He was worth following in her eyes.
But the young warrior knew that not everyone would see things that way. Many didn’t care for the home world, the new world or their species as a whole, looking out for only themselves or their adopted people. Despite what many might think of her, Jagaimo wasn’t stupid…she didn’t know the customs of different races on different planets across the universe, she’d never needed to before but she understood the need to belong to something. That's what many Saiyan’s away from their own kind had done, they had changed who they were to belong to the people of their adoptive worlds…but they were still Saiyan’s and she still felt they should be offered a chance to come home if they wanted to take it.
The Saiyan fighter wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to convince complete strangers to return to a planet they obviously didn’t want to be on and to a King they must feel they owed no allegiance too but she could only try. It was risky to start on Arcose but she had other business here so it seemed like as good a place as any to try and make a start. The young warrior had made her way to a more deserted part of the crowded Kuriza city, clearing out a few vagabonds from a rundown building in the process of securing a location to start carrying out her plan. It wasn’t a good plan, but it was something, more than she was doing back on Plant, and it was her plan. She finally felt as though she was doing something for the good of her home instead of just bashing heads with the Tuffles on the borders. With the final location ready she moved back through the city, casually exploring, her scouter going through its preprogramed instructions as she moved.
“Salada calls you home”
The signal started to pulse out from her scouter, the transmissions in brief bursts from each location she visited, never staying in one for too long after the broadcast went out. It wasn’t fool proof and she was just as likely to get arrested as she was to find anyone but she kept at it for a few hours before returning by a roundabout route to the run down building she had secured earlier. She just hoped it wasn’t to vague a message as she let it pulse out across the frequencies one more time before shutting the scouter down,