Join the Intergalactic Naval Peacekeeping Force!...please...

Jagaimo couldn't even put her finger on what had drawn her back to this vast green world. One moment she'd been checking over the controls of her vessel and clearing the cobwebs away after months of neglect and the next she was sat staring out the giant view port at the world coming into focus below as she searched for somewhere out of the way to land. The vessel was much larger than the pod that had brought her here the first time but the sensation of travelling through the stars was still the same...the silence was all consuming and just the emptiness that was all around made her realise how little she likely meant to the universe as a whole. There were thousands of worlds out there and immeasurable numbers of sentient life...she was a speck in a ocean with no end and it was some how terrifying and comforting at the same time...

The ship had landed almost on its own some way from Dend, which her nav logs told her was some kind of Namekian capitol for this whole region, hidden partially among crags and flora...as much a ship the size of a building could be hidden. It was unlikely that anyone would try and take the ship out from under her, what she knew of the Namekian people...which granted was little...didn't paint them as pirates, and if anyone else tried to take it, well then she'd deal with them if she needed to. Her last trip to the planet had been eventful despite its short length, but it had taught her a few lessons that she still remembered even now and had allowed her some semblance of peace before things had gotten to out of hand. Nasu had helped her find a healer to tend to the damage she'd caused to herself, while the Warlord Zuqetta had pretty much offered her a place on her crew. It had been interesting to say the least.

Jagaimo had refused to fly. She'd initially convinced herself it was because she needed to do the exercise, that it would do her good after being stuck in the ship for so long inside those walls but she knew she was fooling herself...she simply didn't know where she was heading...she had no destination in mind so she was in no hurry to get there. It wasn't a bad thing, the planet was considerably more attractive than Plant despite the alien nature of many things she saw. Familiar yet different enough to not be home. But at least the grass was soft compared to the packed dirt and earth of the wastes back home.

She wasn't entirely sure that the Namekian had understood her properly when she'd asked for directions to somewhere to find something to eat when he...they...waved her to a building off to one side of the village, slightly larger than the others and from appearance some kind of warehouse if the size of the doors meant anything. The tall green native had simply pointed whenever she asked about food and said something that sounded like Sunday...but why did it matter what day it was for food. But now with days of walking behind her, dust on her clothes and a grumbling in her belly the Saiyan had simply shrugged, thrown her hands up in defeat and made her way to the warehouse structure, grumbling something about it not even being Sunday yet. Outside the building was unremarkable, it looked like almost every other one she'd seen in the village only this one was a touch larger and if her senses were to be believed currently empty of Namekians...but not completely empty. She let the tendrils of her sensing skills trickle out and quest through the building, finding two figures inside, one quite clearly stronger than the other, a leader perhaps...but seemingly frustrated with something.

Jagaimo had kept her power hidden since arriving on Namek and now was no exception. She knew it was odd for some around who could sense like she could, finding a void where a person stood but it had served her well her whole life being able to move unseen as it were around settlements. She was unassuming enough, her height and size not really leaving much of an impression and her clothes didn't really scream out 'watch me I'm up to something'...she just looked like any other non Namekian traveller on this world...that and mostly lost. And hungry...she was definitely starting to look hungry.
With nothing else to do she banged on the heavy door and pushed it open,

"Hello? I know its not Sunday yet but the Namekian outside said I might be able to get some food in here?"

Jagaimo stopped in the open doorway, eyes ahead as she took in the two figures in the empty hall, one with a large hat perched on their head, the other with a strange upside down smile, before her gaze dropped to the sign leaning against a table, her eyebrow raising in a look of confusion...

"Namek has a navy now?"

Jagaimo was peering at the back of the blue skinned woman who suddenly turned and looked at her in a state of almost shock and surprise, almost as if she hadn't seen another soul in hours...she caught the growl in her throat before it could become more and a grumble at the sight of a Heran, instinctively feeling her fists clench and then relax, reminding herself this wasn't the one that tried to put her in the ground and that all Herans were not in fact untrustworthy pirate scum...

She coughed with a hand t her mouth, stifling the laugh well enough as the hulking brute by the bubbling pot interrupted the smaller speaker with an offer of soup...soup which currently seemed to contain a chair leg sticking up from the surface but soup that oddly smelled very inviting indeed. The young woman's head was nodding slowly while her belly grumbled watching the alien work...she'd never seen his like before in her travels and only vaguely remember stories about large humanoids with rows of smiling teeth. What was there name again...whatever it was escaped her as the smaller woman's words brought her back from a day dream spouting something about joining the Intergalactic something or other...questions?

"The who now? Is your face ok, should it be doing that twitch?"

Jagaimo motioned with a finger to her own eye to indicate what she was seeing even as she watched the woman's posture change, suddenly scurrying back to wave her into a seat on the opposite side of the desk that was set almost in the middle of the room. Jagaimo looked around a little confused as the blue skinned Heran continued to try and explain what was going on...ah...it clicked...the same thing she'd heard from mercenary companies and the various Corps back home on Plan when they tried to poach potential members, offering them adventure and glory. Usually missing out the part about dying on some backwater world for no gain they would ever see. Jagaimo was about to say something until she caught Vexx's eye when she introduced herself proudly...suddenly she couldn't bring herself to just explain she was sent here for the food. The Heran looked so proud of her set up, so eager to impress...

" Vexx..Vexx..Ah yes.."

She slapped her hand on the tale as if remembering something crucial,

"I thought I recognised the name...the holo journals do your grace no justice Admiral...Vexx. You'll not have heard of me though i'm afraid, but can call me Jagaimo."

She gave a smile, as warm and as admiring smile as she could manage for a stranger she'd never heard of, even offering a hand over the table for rather firm but not bone crunching hand shake,

"Just how in the Otherworlds did you end up recruiting on Namek...surely there are worlds with a greater pool of crew to choose from?"

The young Saiyan nodded slowly the Mate's question about her quantity of soup. This sounded like a story she was going to need some energy for...

"Yes...I think I'm going to need a big bowl..."

Like many Saiyans when food was involved, the bigger the portion the better in the young woman’s eyes. And the bowl she was offered didn’t disappoint. The strange looking first mate handed her a dish that would have fed a handful of Namekian’s easily…a good starter for a growing girl like her though. She saw the glimmer of want on the Admiral’s face when she eyed up the soup until thinking better of it and speaking again, Jagaimo nodding along as she inhaled mouthfuls of the thick broth. Whatever this was, it was pretty good and she gave an appreciative nod to the big sharp toothed first mate that had served her.

“Emergency repairs? Well for your sake I hope you brought all the spares you needed with you, it might be a while before the traders you want come swinging by Namek…”

Despite their openness to trade she’d seen few technology traders on the planet capable of outfitting a whole ship, not much beyond the minor repairs on a pod really…but maybe she hadn’t seen the whole picture of what the green natives were capable of. Her eyebrow raised when the first mate called it a big crash but she kept her mouth shut and dived back into the bowl of soup to stop herself from asking what they meant.

“Just Jagaimo, no titles, no rank…not any more i don't think at least…”

It was true mostly, she wasn’t even sure if she still counted as part of the Saiyan Military or if she’d be considered a mercenary by this point…she’d need to find out eventually when she went home…

“Namek? Well originally just passing through…the planet helped me work out some…issues a few months ago before I returned home…I was hoping I could find my center here and work some things out but so far there's not been much of that.”

She looked over the Admiral, considering for a moment what she was going to say next, lifting the bowl without thinking about it and slurping down the last dregs from the bottom before letting ti rest on the table again,

“Well i uh…guess i’m pretty handy in a fight…i know my way round a few of the bigger space ports you might come across…spent a great deal of time in the war working in a squad and watching each others backs…”

She looked into the Admiral’s eyes,

“But what the INPF…what does it and the great Admiral Vexx offer her crew other than the chance to die far from home?”