Post by Cato on Jun 24, 2023 23:16:17 GMT -5
WHO RUNS THIS TOWN
| Cato's PL: 105,000 |
| Cato's PL: 105,000 |
Tarble Town.
This place was little more than a dusty old market village, but it at least offered the security of being away from the Sadala Capital. With the situation on Plant still in question, something Cato wasn't sure would ever really change, she wanted at least some modicum of privacy for her meeting with Vocado. They had spoken over the scouter on her way to Earth, where he had given her a task to perform while she was there--a minor task, but enough to report back on. At least once she figured out what he wanted with the information.
The town had a reputation for being peaceable, at least as far as Saiyan settlements were concerned. Today was no different, although there was an air of tension in the town. Cato was waiting inside one of the local cantinas, seated at a table that was little more than the trunk of some old tree that was treated with a preserving agent. But it wasn't Cato who was making anyone nervous, today--well, maybe with the exception of the barkeep who kept casting an uncertain glance over his shoulder at her.
Instead, it was the warriors Cato had brought with her from Arcose. There were around thirty of them, though a few had wandered off to hunt for Saiba-beasts with their downtime. They were littered around the town. Some were inside different bars or restaurants, while others had taken to loitering in the streets, talking loudly and occasionally getting into scraps. That would've been bad enough for a quiet town like Tarble, but to make matters worse, these were clearly not your average Saiyan warriors. Most of them had crude tattoos etched into their skin, with whatever they could fashion as ink from the prisons of Arcose. They had yet to don proper Saiyan armour, and instead wore whatever scraps they had come across on the long voyage home to Plant.
... At least, it might be home eventually. Only a handful were really known on Plant. Most had missed the war, opting to instead find their glory and fortune across the stars as pirates and mercenaries. They were the worst kind of Saiyan, and so they were the only kinds of Saiyans that Cato was sure she could count on to serve without falling victim to the usual problem. Politics.
She set her scouter down onto the table, and rested back in her chair. It had been sent to send her location to Vocado: all she had left to do now was wait.
This place was little more than a dusty old market village, but it at least offered the security of being away from the Sadala Capital. With the situation on Plant still in question, something Cato wasn't sure would ever really change, she wanted at least some modicum of privacy for her meeting with Vocado. They had spoken over the scouter on her way to Earth, where he had given her a task to perform while she was there--a minor task, but enough to report back on. At least once she figured out what he wanted with the information.
The town had a reputation for being peaceable, at least as far as Saiyan settlements were concerned. Today was no different, although there was an air of tension in the town. Cato was waiting inside one of the local cantinas, seated at a table that was little more than the trunk of some old tree that was treated with a preserving agent. But it wasn't Cato who was making anyone nervous, today--well, maybe with the exception of the barkeep who kept casting an uncertain glance over his shoulder at her.
Instead, it was the warriors Cato had brought with her from Arcose. There were around thirty of them, though a few had wandered off to hunt for Saiba-beasts with their downtime. They were littered around the town. Some were inside different bars or restaurants, while others had taken to loitering in the streets, talking loudly and occasionally getting into scraps. That would've been bad enough for a quiet town like Tarble, but to make matters worse, these were clearly not your average Saiyan warriors. Most of them had crude tattoos etched into their skin, with whatever they could fashion as ink from the prisons of Arcose. They had yet to don proper Saiyan armour, and instead wore whatever scraps they had come across on the long voyage home to Plant.
... At least, it might be home eventually. Only a handful were really known on Plant. Most had missed the war, opting to instead find their glory and fortune across the stars as pirates and mercenaries. They were the worst kind of Saiyan, and so they were the only kinds of Saiyans that Cato was sure she could count on to serve without falling victim to the usual problem. Politics.
She set her scouter down onto the table, and rested back in her chair. It had been sent to send her location to Vocado: all she had left to do now was wait.
Cato and her new friends courtesy of Ticoga hang out in Tarble Town.
TWC: 435
TWC: 435