If I Go Crazy... Mar 16, 2022 18:42:29 GMT -5
Post by Jagaimo on Mar 16, 2022 18:42:29 GMT -5
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The debate had been going on for a while now and had gotten louder as more drinks began to flow down gullets. Whatever they were serving, it was tasty if somewhat frosty, and Jagaimo found that after 2 or 3 they were actually to her liking. She’d found herself a dive bar in the slums of the Kuriza city and settled in for the rest of the evening, having nowhere else to be until she figured out her next step, if indeed she could decide what to do next. There were fewer Saiyan’s on Arcose than she had anticipated, the few she’d met with in passing conversations held little to no love for any kind of empire save one that lined their pockets with Zeni. It disgusted her that they held so little of the spirit she’d always believed her species held in high regard but the more she talked the more she was beginning to understand where they were coming from.
Most were soldiers of course, practically all Saiyan’s were, given orders they didn’t like, commanders they didn’t care for or just the ones that enjoyed the violence a little too much. They had skills and power and on Arcose they had a place that promised them an easy life in exchange. It was a tempting life but where was the purpose to be something greater? Saiyan’s prided themselves on being the strongest but here on Arcose they were mostly nothing, only a few rising to anywhere near their potential. The young warrior couldn’t see herself doing that but she had to admit she didn’t feel as though she had grown to her own potential. Something had stalled and nagged in the back of mind…maybe this was her limit and her destiny to just fade away into obscurity with no one remembering her name.
After her 3rd mug of whatever the ice brew was served here, she forgot her surroundings and made an offhand toast to the King and the glory he’d bring as she would back home in her usual drinking hole however in this bar it was less well received. What followed was a discussion and then argument about the future of the Saiyan race, the collapse of their kingdom, the glory of Arcose, with everyone from wayward Saiyan’s to Herens and even the odd Konastian and Namekian throwing in their 2 bits worth as well. It was loud, heated but so far hadn’t involved any fists being thrown.
“Why serve them at all? There's so few truly powerful amongst them and so many of you why not just be rid of them completely? Carve up their empire into your own kingdoms…you can’t all be so afraid of them that I'm the only one that's ever thought about it?”
She looked around the room, there were some nods, a few angry glares and the odd raised eyebrow as if questioning what her intentions here on Arcose were. She even spotted a few people whispering to each other before leaving the bar with a hard stare in their eyes. The young Saiyan just shrugged and let them go without a second glance. She’d been foolish to come here without a real plan so maybe this was her reward for trying to be more than she was. Maybe it was true and the Low Class really were limited in just how strong they could become…the thought made her laugh out loud. If the Arcosian’s ever united under one banner and decided to push out into the universe…there was no one out there to stop them... no one she’d witnessed or heard of at least that could match the power she’d encountered…it just all seemed so…futile.