Post by Dion on Feb 13, 2023 23:45:03 GMT -5
The great green jewel of the cosmos loomed in the view of the Jörmungandr's captain and crew.
Namek was finally upon the horizon.
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Snoring filled the mostly empty cabin hidden below the lower quarters of the aforementioned space cruiser. An inaccurate clock blinking a never-changing time as the light of three separate suns began to fill the originally dark room with their incessant radiance.
A sigh bounced off the walls of the dwelling as a certain, still sleepy Saiyan arose from beneath the covers of his messied cot. Rubbing his eyes, Dion reached sluggishly for the night table beside his bed, managing to somehow find his glasses and slapping them onto his face as he got up to face the day ahead.
It had been at least a day or two since the crew made their hasty escape off of the coast of Konats' S'tarche shores. After a climatic showdown with the blue and green members of the Nova Corps, Kabe and Dion were able to get them off their backs long enough to constitute a much needed getaway, and soon enough their course was charted for the usually peaceful pastures of the emerald-green planet a few lightyears at least away from them. Navigation was never Dion's strong suit, though, and seeing as he was too embarrassed for the most part to talk to either crew or Kabe due to the trouble he's caused, the bartender had been sort of left in the dark in regards to how or when they would be planet-side.
One would think that Dion would've tried to build on their still somewhat strained relationship during this time, but, the young man simply couldn't bring himself to do so. Yes, perhaps Kabe wouldn't have came to his aid when he needed it if he hadn't felt some sort of appreciation at the very least towards his continued dedication in helping Kay-Bee- but then again, perhaps that was the only reason why he came to help in the first place. Hell, the Bonewood heir might've left Dion high and dry if he decided he was of no use to him any longer.
Indeed, Dion was dead set on earning Kabe's forgiveness the only surefire way he knew how- and that was through settling the matter of Kay-Bee's struggle with the corruption that once consumed his every waking moment. As the young man began to dress for the oncoming day, his heart wrenched at the thought of Kay-Bee suffering from the same horrors that his own tortured mind conjured up for him to fight. No being should have to go through that level of agony, and he'd be damned if he allowed a child to take on such strain any longer.
Completing the last of his wardrobe preparation, Dion realized he had lost himself in his thoughts again- eyes widening in surprise as he saw he tightened his fingerless gloves to the point of tearing at the tips of the knuckle bones on each hand. Slowly, the startled Saiyan handled the damaged goods with a gentle touch, placing them shakily on the bedside table before taking another pair out from one of its lower cabinets.
Was he afraid? Yes. But not for the reasons one may think.
The consequences of his actions were undeniable, and Dion already made peace with the fact that he was going to have to face all of them head on leading into this final conflict with Kay-Bee. But just the idea of coming into contact with a potentially stronger source of corruption after having barely managing to reel in what remainder of it still laid boiling through his blood frightened the normally gritty fighter to no end. There was no telling what an emotionally charged child would be able to do with such an emotionally receptive disease- what if its strength was greater than what even he had to deal with prior to his self-imposed exile from the realm?
Beads of sweat came rolling down his forehead in little rivers of worry as Dion made his way out of his lodgings. Wiping the moisture off of his forehead, the young man took several deep breaths to calm his ruminating mind as he made his way toward the main bridge of the Jörmungandr, intent on seeing for himself just how much longer he'd have to wait for his chance at true redemption.
... Apparently not that long, if all the hullabaloo was to go off of. Crewmates and ship engineers alike appeared to be in a frenzy as they made their way past or around the young man's path, with many of them casting him pitying glances as though they knew exactly what was to come.
He didn't really blame them.
Though, Dion didn't really have the right to pity himself.
Eventually, the main bridge of the ship came into the bartender's full view. Looking around for a few moments, it didn't take Dion long to spot the captain of the vessel itself- and seeing as he felt as though he missed several memos in his beauty sleep session, the Saiyan thought it best to go directly to the source.
So, swallowing his doubt (and mostly his fear), Dion beelined it directly to the currently preoccupied Kabe, waiting for his business to be over with before asking in a somewhat already knowing tone,
"... Is it time?"
Namek was finally upon the horizon.
----
Snoring filled the mostly empty cabin hidden below the lower quarters of the aforementioned space cruiser. An inaccurate clock blinking a never-changing time as the light of three separate suns began to fill the originally dark room with their incessant radiance.
A sigh bounced off the walls of the dwelling as a certain, still sleepy Saiyan arose from beneath the covers of his messied cot. Rubbing his eyes, Dion reached sluggishly for the night table beside his bed, managing to somehow find his glasses and slapping them onto his face as he got up to face the day ahead.
It had been at least a day or two since the crew made their hasty escape off of the coast of Konats' S'tarche shores. After a climatic showdown with the blue and green members of the Nova Corps, Kabe and Dion were able to get them off their backs long enough to constitute a much needed getaway, and soon enough their course was charted for the usually peaceful pastures of the emerald-green planet a few lightyears at least away from them. Navigation was never Dion's strong suit, though, and seeing as he was too embarrassed for the most part to talk to either crew or Kabe due to the trouble he's caused, the bartender had been sort of left in the dark in regards to how or when they would be planet-side.
One would think that Dion would've tried to build on their still somewhat strained relationship during this time, but, the young man simply couldn't bring himself to do so. Yes, perhaps Kabe wouldn't have came to his aid when he needed it if he hadn't felt some sort of appreciation at the very least towards his continued dedication in helping Kay-Bee- but then again, perhaps that was the only reason why he came to help in the first place. Hell, the Bonewood heir might've left Dion high and dry if he decided he was of no use to him any longer.
Indeed, Dion was dead set on earning Kabe's forgiveness the only surefire way he knew how- and that was through settling the matter of Kay-Bee's struggle with the corruption that once consumed his every waking moment. As the young man began to dress for the oncoming day, his heart wrenched at the thought of Kay-Bee suffering from the same horrors that his own tortured mind conjured up for him to fight. No being should have to go through that level of agony, and he'd be damned if he allowed a child to take on such strain any longer.
Completing the last of his wardrobe preparation, Dion realized he had lost himself in his thoughts again- eyes widening in surprise as he saw he tightened his fingerless gloves to the point of tearing at the tips of the knuckle bones on each hand. Slowly, the startled Saiyan handled the damaged goods with a gentle touch, placing them shakily on the bedside table before taking another pair out from one of its lower cabinets.
Was he afraid? Yes. But not for the reasons one may think.
The consequences of his actions were undeniable, and Dion already made peace with the fact that he was going to have to face all of them head on leading into this final conflict with Kay-Bee. But just the idea of coming into contact with a potentially stronger source of corruption after having barely managing to reel in what remainder of it still laid boiling through his blood frightened the normally gritty fighter to no end. There was no telling what an emotionally charged child would be able to do with such an emotionally receptive disease- what if its strength was greater than what even he had to deal with prior to his self-imposed exile from the realm?
Beads of sweat came rolling down his forehead in little rivers of worry as Dion made his way out of his lodgings. Wiping the moisture off of his forehead, the young man took several deep breaths to calm his ruminating mind as he made his way toward the main bridge of the Jörmungandr, intent on seeing for himself just how much longer he'd have to wait for his chance at true redemption.
... Apparently not that long, if all the hullabaloo was to go off of. Crewmates and ship engineers alike appeared to be in a frenzy as they made their way past or around the young man's path, with many of them casting him pitying glances as though they knew exactly what was to come.
He didn't really blame them.
Though, Dion didn't really have the right to pity himself.
Eventually, the main bridge of the ship came into the bartender's full view. Looking around for a few moments, it didn't take Dion long to spot the captain of the vessel itself- and seeing as he felt as though he missed several memos in his beauty sleep session, the Saiyan thought it best to go directly to the source.
So, swallowing his doubt (and mostly his fear), Dion beelined it directly to the currently preoccupied Kabe, waiting for his business to be over with before asking in a somewhat already knowing tone,
"... Is it time?"
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