Post by Mayze on Jul 11, 2023 20:31:41 GMT -5
Tarbel village was a quaint, little town. Away from the prying eyes of the saiyan capitol, the peaceful village offered a good place to lay low. Small little market shops dotted the streets, vendors peddling their goods to any who stopped. A few had tried to stop Mayze, but a simple glare sent them scurrying away with a swift apology. On a different day he may have entertained their antics, but he didn't have time to dawdle right now.
The saiyan had been gone from Plant for quite some time. A brewing war in a distant sector of the galaxy had caught the mercenary's eye. Needless to say, the large sum of cash being offered may have played a part in his absence from his home-world. A simple message brought Mayze home. His long time mercenary companion- the white-haired Konatsian warrior- Haupien, sent a short transmission to the saiyan's communication device.
"An opportunity awaits," was all that came across his communication device, with a beacon marking Haupien's location as the one and only Planet Plant. It had come as a shock to Mayze. He had lost contact with Haupien shortly before leaving Plant. The Konatsian had mysteriously disappeared without a word, and Mayze had thought him dead or imprisoned. He did have doubts, it could be a ploy or a trap to lure him away from the conflict he had just left. Conflicted, he had sent a response asking Haupien to meet him in Tarbel.
A small sign that swung in the wind shook Mayze from his thoughts. A crude drawing of a half filled pitcher of beer adorned it. He stop briefly considering stopping in the bar before shaking his head. He'd have to be at his best if this was some trap, and a 'quick drink' would turn into several rounds. Instead, he slipped into an adjacent narrow alley. He leaned against the wall with a sigh, arms crossed and eyes closed. He suppressed his ki to half his power, confident Haupien would be able to find him with a scouter if he still had yet to learn how to sense. Mayze focused his own senses outward, searching for any notable ki signatures, ready to spring to action at a moments notice.
The saiyan had been gone from Plant for quite some time. A brewing war in a distant sector of the galaxy had caught the mercenary's eye. Needless to say, the large sum of cash being offered may have played a part in his absence from his home-world. A simple message brought Mayze home. His long time mercenary companion- the white-haired Konatsian warrior- Haupien, sent a short transmission to the saiyan's communication device.
"An opportunity awaits," was all that came across his communication device, with a beacon marking Haupien's location as the one and only Planet Plant. It had come as a shock to Mayze. He had lost contact with Haupien shortly before leaving Plant. The Konatsian had mysteriously disappeared without a word, and Mayze had thought him dead or imprisoned. He did have doubts, it could be a ploy or a trap to lure him away from the conflict he had just left. Conflicted, he had sent a response asking Haupien to meet him in Tarbel.
A small sign that swung in the wind shook Mayze from his thoughts. A crude drawing of a half filled pitcher of beer adorned it. He stop briefly considering stopping in the bar before shaking his head. He'd have to be at his best if this was some trap, and a 'quick drink' would turn into several rounds. Instead, he slipped into an adjacent narrow alley. He leaned against the wall with a sigh, arms crossed and eyes closed. He suppressed his ki to half his power, confident Haupien would be able to find him with a scouter if he still had yet to learn how to sense. Mayze focused his own senses outward, searching for any notable ki signatures, ready to spring to action at a moments notice.
Thread PL: 50k
Suppressed PL: 25k
WC: 374