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Post by Gira on Nov 29, 2023 13:44:50 GMT -5
"Beginning approach to Sadala Capital, Planet Plant. Awaiting clearance... clearance granted. Initiating landing procedures."
As the feminine, mechanical voice of Gira's ship notified its singular occupant of their imminent arrival at their destination, the young Saiyan was sprawled out in bed in her pajamas, snoring up a storm. She had been training hard all throughout the journey, and now she was resting. The girl stirred once the final alarm began to sound before she rolled out of bed, landing on the metal floor with a loud thunk. "Ow..." Standing up, the Saiyan quickly got ready, dressing herself in her black tank top and purple gi emblazoned with the Mazoku sigil before heading to the flight deck. In the distance, she could see it; Planet Plant. Something stirred within the young Saiyan's heart. It was like her very blood knew that she was home. Once the ship landed, Gira disembarked, looking around at the huge spaceport she found herself in. She looked up around, her mouth wide open like a chicken in a rainstorm. "Wow..." She definitely wasn't expecting something like this. "This place is huge." Gira grew up as a city girl in Earth's western capital, but all this time on Namek had gotten her used to rolling blue fields, clear green skies, and the sounds of nature. Here, it was all metal and industrial exhaust, the only sounds being the sounds from ships that were both departing and arriving, and the voices of the spaceport's occupants.
Gira began making her way to the city center, a golden medallion clutched in her hand. A raised design depicted an odd symbol; It looked like a flaming trident framed by lightning. According to the letter in the package she received from her mother, Gira was found in a shack, the only intact building on the remains of a battlefield, where her mom then adopted her. Apparently, this was all she was found with. No one else was there, and no one ever came to claim her, no matter how much she looked. However, when her mother researched the symbol, she found that it belonged to a Saiyan noble house, whose members had all apparently perished. She hadn't responded to the letter yet. The Saiyan wanted to see what this was for herself. Finally, in an upper class district just off the palace and near the center of the city, she saw it. Her heart nearly stopped. It was a dilapidated building, four stories tall. It looked like it was rather nice in its day, but now the windows were boarded up and the door was sealed. No one had cared for this place in years. What shocked her the most, however, was that familiar symbol on the doors. Was this where she came from? Who was she, exactly? Who were her real parents? Why did they abandon her? All of these questions ran through her head.
She wasn't even paying attention to what was going on around her. The Saiyan merely stood in front of the door with a blank expression on her face, staring down at her medallion.
As the feminine, mechanical voice of Gira's ship notified its singular occupant of their imminent arrival at their destination, the young Saiyan was sprawled out in bed in her pajamas, snoring up a storm. She had been training hard all throughout the journey, and now she was resting. The girl stirred once the final alarm began to sound before she rolled out of bed, landing on the metal floor with a loud thunk. "Ow..." Standing up, the Saiyan quickly got ready, dressing herself in her black tank top and purple gi emblazoned with the Mazoku sigil before heading to the flight deck. In the distance, she could see it; Planet Plant. Something stirred within the young Saiyan's heart. It was like her very blood knew that she was home. Once the ship landed, Gira disembarked, looking around at the huge spaceport she found herself in. She looked up around, her mouth wide open like a chicken in a rainstorm. "Wow..." She definitely wasn't expecting something like this. "This place is huge." Gira grew up as a city girl in Earth's western capital, but all this time on Namek had gotten her used to rolling blue fields, clear green skies, and the sounds of nature. Here, it was all metal and industrial exhaust, the only sounds being the sounds from ships that were both departing and arriving, and the voices of the spaceport's occupants.
Gira began making her way to the city center, a golden medallion clutched in her hand. A raised design depicted an odd symbol; It looked like a flaming trident framed by lightning. According to the letter in the package she received from her mother, Gira was found in a shack, the only intact building on the remains of a battlefield, where her mom then adopted her. Apparently, this was all she was found with. No one else was there, and no one ever came to claim her, no matter how much she looked. However, when her mother researched the symbol, she found that it belonged to a Saiyan noble house, whose members had all apparently perished. She hadn't responded to the letter yet. The Saiyan wanted to see what this was for herself. Finally, in an upper class district just off the palace and near the center of the city, she saw it. Her heart nearly stopped. It was a dilapidated building, four stories tall. It looked like it was rather nice in its day, but now the windows were boarded up and the door was sealed. No one had cared for this place in years. What shocked her the most, however, was that familiar symbol on the doors. Was this where she came from? Who was she, exactly? Who were her real parents? Why did they abandon her? All of these questions ran through her head.
She wasn't even paying attention to what was going on around her. The Saiyan merely stood in front of the door with a blank expression on her face, staring down at her medallion.
