Sight Seeing on Konats(Open)

“I never saw any forest on Plant. But I was on the planet for like two days or so.” Crotona shook her head. “Maybe if I head back i’ll be able to see the forests.” She of course didn’t want to leave Konats, if it was going to be attacked. But maybe one day, when she felt comfortable they would be able to head towards the planet. They were a lot of planets she had not seen. Earth and Namek had been really nice planets. Maybe looking towards Arcose and Plant at some point. Apexle then asked why was she not in the main cities. Wouldn’t that be better to be in the cites. Then she could keep the planet safe. She was about to respond but Striker noted they were other cities in Konats, even if they were smaller and left flashy. “Of course, just not my cup of tea with the flashy cities. Plus, I not really the guardian of Konats. I am just someone really strong who wants to protect my home.”

Crotona would follow Apexle and Striker towards the restaurant they were going to eat at. “Plus, if there is danger.” Crotona tapped her chin. “I can fly and pretty quick. So if anything being in the desert is better so I can be between the major cities. Lux is not the only place could face attacks on Konats.” Indeed, there were three major cities. One of them might of been destroyed now but living in the desert between the remaining two gave her the most flexibility. Striker then noted that on Earth they would have strong people watching all the planet. Seemed like it was some law. “Huh..you know that not a bad idea. Maybe that what Konats need a team of locals to you know keep the planet safe. But I don’t know a lot of strong people on Konats. Other then you and I just meet you. And you don't seem to be the defend a planet type. I get the vibe of someone who just wants to relax and have a good time.” She point to Striker.


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And see, that's the tough thing. Striker looks up between the two of them as they suggest she wouldn't protect her city, nay, planet if push came to shove. There was a lot to consider in what she'd be willing to stake in order to protect her home. Not only did it not sound like a fun time trying to salvage a city under real threat, but it also endangered the few people she really cared about out here. They weren't wrong in their assumptions about her usual disposition to this, but the rest garnered a sort of thoughtful and serious glower from the space rodent.

"Hey, that's assuming a lot out of me. And it's a little bit of a loaded question! Not everyone can so readily throw their lives against a threat like that. I don't even risk my neck for top dollar. But on the other side of the coin, it IS my home. I've known it for several years now, and it's where I've built up an audience. People know me here."
Was it a little vain to put her fame up as a reason to celebrate and protect Lux? Perhaps. But in that way, it made her feel more whole than without. She felt like she wouldn't be Striker without her band, her business, her friends, and her fans. Her identity hinged a lot of others' knowledge and opinion of her, despite her claiming the opposite a few times to others. She'd quickly regain a smirk an push past the strange thoughts though.

"And, buddy, the societies that build the cities hardly run off 'being optimal'. They have their own messes made by their own people they usually struggle to even meet the demand for. It's actually real bad here, they just cover it up good with the fun lights."
Luckily, their Spuber hovercraft seemed to have caught up to their location and pulled up on the group. A sleek black craft with tinted windows that slowly pulled down to reveal the Konatsian driver piloting such a craft.

"Ms. Striker, to the Skyline?"
The young gentleman didn't need so much to confirm it with her as he did the two others with her, quickly opening the doors automatically for the gang to fill on in the back. Striker waved at them to follow her in while looking around at the lavish interior. The alien whistles.

"Yup! Wow. Much fancier than the usual Spubers I order."

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Apexle was generally surprised with the Konatian's response. He didn't often hear stronger people redact what they'd said and correct themselves. 'Maybe she ain't all bad' Apexle thought to himself as he began to relax even further. He wasn't sure how long the walk was going to take and seemed to enjoy the moment of peace the group had. It wasn't every day that you got to enjoy this sort of peace after all.

As Apexle was taking everything in Striker decided to tune in with her own comments about being a hero. It was a nice change of pace for Apexle. Normally people just ran away from the idea of playing hero, or it was the opposite and a fool or two would run head long into danger. Apexle could tell that Striker wasn't intentionally being a hero, but if something were to happen to her town or her friends Apexle wouldn't have to worry about her protecting the city of Lux.

"It doesn't really matter if you decide to be a hero or not" Apexle commented with a glance towards the shortest of the group. "Heroes are a dime a dozen. Even if you don't protect Lux or even Konats someone else will" Apexle admitted with a calm tone. He's seen it in other places after all. There was always a hero appearing almost every day on even the most distant planets. It really was wonderful how the idea of heroism spread across the entire galaxy.

Apexle's eyes wandered over to Cronota. He gave her a more sympathetic look than before. "Losing once doesn't make you weak" Apexle clarified as he let his hands fall to his side. "As I see it Crotona you're plenty strong. Whoever you got that grudge against is probably just a little stronger" Apexle said as his right hand raised and his index finger began to wag about in the air. "Which means you just gotta be trickier and more devious than the villains" Apexle admitted with a soft smile back towards the red haired Konatian.

Apexle's eyes glanced back towards Striker as she mentioned the failure to maintain decent living conditions on Konat. "Well I can't help you make them, however Konat may be better off having automated cleaning droids installed on the streets. It'll help clean up and then whoever is merchandising them can also sell them for in home or business use to clean up there" Apexle explained. His idea was to more or less clean up the trash around with those robots. "As for the production demand the same could be said you'd just need different machines to make up for the lack of manpower around here" Apexle added since he wasn't sure if the mess around them was the problem or the people themselves.

It was a bit after Apexle had spoken when Striker got into a conversation with another figure. Soon and respectfully the group seemed to be dragged into the hover craft. Apexle gave a nod at the structure as he glanced about confused and in awe of how far the Konatians had come compared to the tuffles. A tinge of sadness overcoming himself as he realized what the Konatians had could have been the tuffles if the Saiyans hadn't appeared and invaded.

"Even the transportation on Konat is top of the line" Apexle said with a half hearted smile towards the other two. Much different from any of his previous expressions it was pretty obvious it was a more forced expression. Apexle would get lost in his head for a few moments allowing the others to say what they like as he took a few minutes to process everything around him.

Apexle believed that even if Striker didn’t defend the planet then at least someone else would come to protect Konats. If only that was true. Koants didn’t have a lot of traffic. Erebos was only there because of her this last attack. Amara was just lucky too to be on Konats. So there was alot that could of gone wrong with those last attacks. Hell with the last attack, Konats last one of their major cities. Any time a group of thugs could come strolling and if she was not strong enough what would happen? Konats would be plunged into deeper peril. “I wish strength was enough Apexle. And being cunning. But some foez you can’t even beat with those two things.” She needed something else. What could she have to defeat such foes or numerous foes of that nature. She didn’t exactly know but she intended to find something. Konats would be safe that was her promise.

As for living better Apexle suggested that maybe they could get more cleaning robots and then sell them for a profit. Crotona shugged. “Someone has to actually build then and be a market. Maybe it work here though. I know other parts of Konats don’t want to be so technological advice.” Crotona really didn’t have much else say. Despite being a native of Konats, this city felt so different to what she knew of Konats. The big cities were something she was use too so while they were on the ride she was staring out from the city to just enjoy the sights for the moment.


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It was sudden. Sudden even by the fauxbian's standards. One moment the trio is exchanging some light talk and wax philosophy, and the next Apex started to switch tones. Like something either of them said flipped a switch in him. Striker's attention was pulled from the Spuber driver and turned to Apex with a sincere mix of confusion. She'd not known the guy for that long, but he suddenly sounded even more unhinged than Bael's less than-fine moments. Were these Tuffles unstable? Was that like, a trait they shared?

"Huh?"
She felt like she was asking a question to the air between them all rather than any specific accusation. Eventually the rambling would end with threats to beat them up upon return and a quick departure through the window. If this didn't sound a little unhinged she'd probably first remark about him repaying her for the Spuber seat. Instead, Striker scrambled to the window he flew out of and shook a fist up at him.

"Hey, Jerk, don't go bailing on me! Waste of my time!"
With a pout, Striker would lean back away from Crotona and frown a bit. Her eyes fixated on his leave before she'd turned to the Konatsian with a shrug.

"Weird guy. I... don't know what that was about. Well, we're already on our way. And I might as well take it to cool off. Any idea what could have triggered that?"
She was kinda not super invested in their light talk of fighting to defend their world and whatnot. She hopped the 'guardian' of Konats could enlighten her. The Spuber driver seemed not give a damn someone just flew out his window. Just rolling it back up once things settled.

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Striker just shrugged at Crotona and let the silence linger for a while. Her gaze lingered out the window for a bit before she turned to face forwards again. Trying to find a comfortable spot to lean back in the seat again. Nothing felt quite as right as the first one though and she's left to squirm and toss about. Her arms fell back behind her head as she tried to relax.

"You're fine. I don't know what got into him. Really just met him, wanted to help him after running into him and smashing his chest in. Guess that's what I get for being a bleeding heart, huh. Just a waste of my day.""
She sniffed and scrunched her nose. An itch suddenly takes over as she tries dismissing Apexle and his word. Crotona was still up about putting herself down though.

"You, on the other hand? Way too hard on yourself. I saw the news broadcast a few times over what remains of Dharatan. You are most certainly braver than I, stronger than I to deal with any of that and live. You aren't the only one others relied on to protect them. Acting like you are? THAT is selfish."
She turns her head on a swivel to look at her again. Offering a smirk as their ride peaks at the height of traffic towards a tower. Most likely the destination coming up. There's a bit of a line funneling toward parking space but they at least already have spots inside.

"You don't just need to be stronger. You need more buddies to be around to help deal with the problem. We live in strange times, I don't think squashing just one person with insurmountable strength is going to give you results."

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It was hard to tell with some people. 'Help' was an often nebulous concept that was ill-defined by most involved. Striker was quick to jump to conclusions anyways about someone so fast to set off. It was likely whatever help he was offering in his ramblings Striker would not care for. Not for at least three months, apparently. The rodent only shrugs and lowers herself into her seat even further.

"That sounds like a you problem. Maybe you've not got the right sense to judge character yet. It either takes a lot for someone to turn themselves on a place you protect, or they already had bad intentions you didn't see! Handing the wrong people the keys to the house is a concern but I think you can probably sus the bad types out."
She was kind of making up an answer here for herself. Since she never really dealt with altruistic acts of heroism like this. Her loyalty was to the money first and foremost. Fame was, of course, also a close second for her to consider when taking any work.

Eventually, their Spuber would pull up in line next to a few others letting passengers off. The Skyline's upper-level parking had people ride into the top floor directly. Big glass windows span most of this upper floor to give the entire restaurant a view of the city skylines. Crotona could already make out the live bar chefs working behind a grill and in front of some paying customers. One was making burgers, another was flipping dough around for pizzas. It was a sort of blend of fancy showman grill and cozy weekend college hangout spot. It sure did feel like a place Striker would be seen at with her punk buddies.

The little green rodent hopped on out of the fancy car and waved the man away. Offering to pull the guest of honor out with her, smirk unmoving. There's a line for them just outside before they hit a clear rotating door made as an entrance for the place. Big flashing LED sign naming the place "The Skyline" hung up above it in a font big enough to see it for a while out in hovercraft.

"Of course, I only know a little bit about the whole 'character' business. I do know money is usually a good way to buy loyalty for a job, but that's not something you want to be doing for something as big as world-saving."

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