Post by Cato on Sept 26, 2022 19:29:17 GMT -5
SPACE INVADERS
| Cato's PL: 26,000 |
| Cato's PL: 26,000 |
As impressive as Hatchi City was, Cato didn't feel particularly welcome. While the war between the Saiyans and the Tuffles might have been brought to a decisive end, she knew it would take longer for either side to be able to feel at peace. A bitter people could carry a war on in their hearts for years or even decades after the final sword falls on the battlefield, and she supposed it would be like this with the Tuffles. Certainly, the same would be true if it had been the Saiyans who had received the worst of it. Even so, she couldn't help feel a tinge of annoyance when strange looks were cast her way. They probably took her for an occupier, here to gloat over the victory, or perhaps someone who was taking the newfound peace too liberally.
In truth, Cato had hardly lifted a finger against the Tuffles. She was too late for the war, even if it had determined the direction of her entire life.
Today wasn't about the war, however much certain passers-by seemed to think that. It was about an acquisition -- something Cato wanted, floating beyond her reach in the depths of space. She thought she might be able to claim it all on her own, but she wanted insurance to make sure she was right. Insurance -- and firsthand experience with this particular mercenary. There might be days in the near future where she would need to call on fighters greater than herself, and it was better to know that they were reliable before they were put into a chance to prove you mistaken for hiring them.
She settled back against the wall in an alleyway off of one of the city's main roads. It was well-lit despite its location, and had evidently spawned a few smaller shops nestled along its side-paths, out of plain view of most passers-by. There was a sketchy club of some sort with some sort of holographic lighting that occasionally shone hues of pink and blue from out of a frosted window, an old salvage shop that seemed to specialize in relics of the early days of the war, and an unmarked shop that Cato presumed dealt in some sort of illicit good--though she hadn't bothered to investigate.
It wasn't the most glamorous venue, but it was one without prying eyes.
In truth, Cato had hardly lifted a finger against the Tuffles. She was too late for the war, even if it had determined the direction of her entire life.
Today wasn't about the war, however much certain passers-by seemed to think that. It was about an acquisition -- something Cato wanted, floating beyond her reach in the depths of space. She thought she might be able to claim it all on her own, but she wanted insurance to make sure she was right. Insurance -- and firsthand experience with this particular mercenary. There might be days in the near future where she would need to call on fighters greater than herself, and it was better to know that they were reliable before they were put into a chance to prove you mistaken for hiring them.
She settled back against the wall in an alleyway off of one of the city's main roads. It was well-lit despite its location, and had evidently spawned a few smaller shops nestled along its side-paths, out of plain view of most passers-by. There was a sketchy club of some sort with some sort of holographic lighting that occasionally shone hues of pink and blue from out of a frosted window, an old salvage shop that seemed to specialize in relics of the early days of the war, and an unmarked shop that Cato presumed dealt in some sort of illicit good--though she hadn't bothered to investigate.
It wasn't the most glamorous venue, but it was one without prying eyes.
TWC: 400 (+400)