Post by Cato on Jul 9, 2023 13:26:34 GMT -5
ANOTHER LAYOVER
| Cato's PL: 110,000 |
| Cato's PL: 110,000 |
By the time Cato had reached the system, some Namekians were already aware of her arrival. Powerful mystics had always been able to sense energy from afar, and with the degree of strength she had somehow managed to achieve, she was no different. She was far from the only strong traveler to come to Namek, but some probably still felt at least a little nervous at an unidentified vessel. Even moreso when they saw what it is: an attack pod, hurdling through the atmosphere at top speed. By the time it had come into sight, it was like a comet in the sky--a plume of fire and smoke scorched behind it, as it fell towards the capital...
... and then, just as viewers began to worry of an impending crash, it began to slow down to a near halt, for a rather gentle landing in the center of one of the open squares. No damage, no problem. After all, what kind of pilot would crash their pod into something important? Certainly not Cato. At least, not Cato anymore. She'd had more than a few sprained wrists from flying her pod directly into a mountain, and since then had taken actual flying lessons.
She pushed open the door to the pod, stepped out, and took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was much more satisfying than the recycled air of her pod, and the air here was clean and crisp--
--the air here was clean.
She stared around at the capital she had landed in, a tinge of annoyance tugging at her brow. This wasn't Earth. This wasn't even close to Earth. After all those flying lessons, how in the world had she flown to the wrong planet? The wrong side of the galaxy, even!
She glanced over at a couple of the Namekians come to greet her, or perhaps to watch her to ensure she wasn't quite as hostile as the battle armour might have implied. She unclipped her breath mask to spare them the modulated voice, and offered a sheepish wave.
"Uh, hi there. Do you happen to have fuel? I seem to have taken a wrong turn at..." she thought. "The... launch pad, when I left Plant..."
... and then, just as viewers began to worry of an impending crash, it began to slow down to a near halt, for a rather gentle landing in the center of one of the open squares. No damage, no problem. After all, what kind of pilot would crash their pod into something important? Certainly not Cato. At least, not Cato anymore. She'd had more than a few sprained wrists from flying her pod directly into a mountain, and since then had taken actual flying lessons.
She pushed open the door to the pod, stepped out, and took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was much more satisfying than the recycled air of her pod, and the air here was clean and crisp--
--the air here was clean.
She stared around at the capital she had landed in, a tinge of annoyance tugging at her brow. This wasn't Earth. This wasn't even close to Earth. After all those flying lessons, how in the world had she flown to the wrong planet? The wrong side of the galaxy, even!
She glanced over at a couple of the Namekians come to greet her, or perhaps to watch her to ensure she wasn't quite as hostile as the battle armour might have implied. She unclipped her breath mask to spare them the modulated voice, and offered a sheepish wave.
"Uh, hi there. Do you happen to have fuel? I seem to have taken a wrong turn at..." she thought. "The... launch pad, when I left Plant..."
TWC: 382
Cato arrives on Namek by mistake!
Cato arrives on Namek by mistake!