For a Better Future [Invite]

Central City, on a sunny day.

It felt bittersweet, inconclusive even. Amidst the chaos and the dread of anticipating another attack, Monci chose to flee. In true coward fashion he brought every single piece of equipment containing a lifetime of work and set out for Earth. He wasn’t alone, however. A handful of like minded individuals joined him, hopeful for a fresh start of some kind. What did a fresh start even look like? Their generation and the younger ones only knew of the war, clutching the hope that there might be no other attacks, no other victims of this war of ego and domination.

Perhaps it was foolish to hope of achieving anything on Plant, after all. No one was rising up to the task of ensuring Tuffle safety, the Saiyans keeping their promise out of convenience, knowing they had nothing to fear. It was a headache and a half and certainly not something Monci felt capable of addressing at all. There simply was no solution, no going back to the good old days, whatever that might be. A race of conquerors set their sight on a planet and the local population was not equipped with the same natural savagery and determination. That was all there was to it…but perhaps it’s not impossible to move on to better things from that point on.

At least, this is what he believed, so did those who followed him and those who waited on a response. Immediately after landing, the fresh air and clear blue sky welcomed the travelers from afar, offering far more than Plant had been able to provide. Despite their short stature, they managed to mix with the eclectic crowd of various races, a lot of them that he knew from holobooks and databases only.

He had learned from a fellow Tuffle the existence of a company on this planet, Celosia Industries. The thought lingered in his head for a while and as the desire to leave his homeworld became bigger and bigger, he wondered if he could do the same.

To that end, he tried gaining an audience with the president of the planet, in the hopes of at least establishing a contact. Funnily enough, this proved easier than scheduling a meeting with the Chancellor on Plant. Nervous, but determined, he entered the office.

“Good day, mister President. I am Monci, a researcher originating from planet Plant. I am here to discuss a possible partnership…”

He felt out of his league speaking to such an eminent personality, but carrying the burden of his peers gave him the confidence to push through, not to mention a fair disdain of the situation on Plant and the urgency to change it, all for a better future.