Post by K500 on Mar 26, 2021 13:38:56 GMT -5
Thread PL: 5,000 | Items: None | Antisense ON
There was once a tribe living in the deepest wasteland, offshoots of an exiled clan that had left them for the stars. They lived in adobe domes, conducted business in their own tongue, eked out a living from remedied, blasted soil. These saiyans were an insular people, neither masters of the wasteland or its slaves, simply resigned to wait out their ambition. It was natural that they feared, even resented, outsiders — incursions into their lands, regardless of the ebb and flow of the war, became only more common, and violent, with time. But the Strongbones had endured, clinging on to their dreams and secrets, until very recently.
K414, born Kalabas Strongbone, had come to Vegeta to find them. He didn't wish to return to his people, simply explain himself, apologize, and leave with a clear conscience. Instead he found no sign of life in the whole canyon, or the crumbling ruins of any building. It was as if he was the first person to set foot on the canyon for years... Even the ancient cairns, propped up by far ancient folk and cared for by the Strongbones out of respect, were nowhere to be found.
They couldn't be dead, he tried to assure himself over the waves of panic and malfunctions. This was the one eventuality he hadn't prepared for, even considering it was enough to overload his senses, gradually shut them off. He forced his mind to settle on repairing himself. Something was whirring and fuming in his chest, next to the nuclear reactor that acted as his heart.