Witness Questioning

Onoma played into his trick, making it seem as though he was almost killed by the beatdown thrown upon him by that blond fella, and it seemed that nobody was the wiser. Weren’t Tuffles supposed to be super smart? Bah! Whatever. The longer he could bend the situation his way the better.

At first, some duo of security officials were sent to ask Onoma questions. He gave them the run-around, not so much dodging questions as much as he was making it incredibly annoying for them to even ask any that were worthwhile. It all ended in the interrogators frustrated beyond belief and crying out of frustration which came to a head when they had tossed mugs of coffee across the room.

They were probably lucky to escape unscathed since Onoma, in that moment, was hit with choice paralysis. Stay the course and get valuable information, or wring the necks of these megadorks for wasting a perfectly good mug of delicious beverage. As luck would have it (for all involved) Onoma’s gnarled and annoyed expression at such an act scared the two Tuffles to the point that they overclocked their long-range teleporter buckles immediately in order to just get away from him.

Which left him alone in a pretty cramped interrogation room. How bothersome. He sat there and cooled off until another Tuffle had arrived, a shrimpy looking dude that was barely eighty-five centimetres tall that wore some more advanced armor with glowing green accent lines that covered their entire body in some way, except for their hair, which was also green and a cool minty holo-visor that covered their eyes.. Hell, this guy looked kinda cool actually, and he seemed confid— “U-uhm. H-hi.” Nevermind. They nervously waved to the Namekian. “Onoma, yes?” The Tuffle cleared their throat and twiddled their thumbs a bit. “Erm. Could you come th-this way please?”

Onoma shrugged. Sure why not, he still needed information anyway. He didn’t need any convincing and just moved to walk alongside the little Tuffle, whose stride was also quite rickety now. “Damn dude, what’s your problem?” Onoma asked casually, causing the Tuffle to yelp a little bit. “N-n-n-n-nothing!! N-nothing, I swear! I-it’s just. My first day on the job. Lots of pressure. Dangerous assignments... So many things could potentially go wrong—” Onoma interjected. “I could bite your head off if you annoy me—.” The Tuffle stopped dead in their tracks and almost looked like they were going to jump out of their skin in fright as they suddenly flailed their hands around in front of their face as if to defend themselves from an attack that never came. “W-w-w-w-woah, n-not helping!”

The Namekian snickered. “I’m just messin’ with you, relax.” The Tuffle fidgeted nervously. “Hahah.. Ahahah... Yes. Because that will magically work, of course!! Augh, sometimes I wish I was stupid enough to just be as brazen as folks like you! Not a single care in the world with you lot...” There was a long silence as the two walked onward through several security doors. “... Sorry, that was uncalled for.” The Tuffle looked up towards Onoma, who they were surprised to see smiling. “Guh-!?” Onoma grinned, perhaps a bit too widely. “See. I could’ve actually bitten your head off for that, remember? You’ve got it in you to stand up for yourself. You didn’t even think twice. What’s your name?” Onoma asked, to which the Tuffle sputtered in surprise. “Abel, i-its Abel Greene.” He introduced himself as they finally arrived at the larger interrogation room. “Well, Albert, see you in a bit.” Onoma entered the room and waited, leaving a dumbstruck Abel outside. The Tuffle eventually shook it off and stood guard at the door, giving a salute as Chancellor Cheri approached.

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Once she arrived, she would be greeted with Onoma sitting in a chair with his legs up on the table. “Yeah, that’d be me. Sup.” He confirmed in a casual tone. “I doubt you’ll screw this up so royally like the other two guys did. They had no idea what they were doing. Tossed perfectly good mug of coffee at the wall while it was still full! Assholes, seriously. Should probably get them fired. Like, blammo! Out of a cannon. Into the sun. Anywa-” Onoma paused, he recognised this lady from before by her voice and pink hair. “Hey, you’re that lady that pointed those little drone laser guns at me! Yo, hey, so did Kristoff get totally folded or what? I needa know.” Onoma sounded rather excited and eager to get an answer, seemingly forgetting that he was supposed to be the one answering the majority of questions.

“Pretty cool drone laser-whatever guns, by the way.” Onoma gave a casual thumbs up. He thought they were even cooler given how it rattled Kronos. Eyeing the files that the Tuffle carried, Onoma wondered what they could be about. If there was photographic evidence of that megadork getting dunked on, that would be super funny. The Namekian considered scooping up the files and looking himself, but chose not to.

“You must be a pretty big deal, yeah? Can’t be that strong and not be.” Especially not on Plant, considering the general disposition of the Saiyans that call it home.

Onoma let out an uproarious laugh after being told what happened, it was just a shame that he didn’t get to actually see Kronos get folded in real time. “Well that’s what happens when you don’t think things out, huh? Honestly, what a joke.” He snorted, laughed a bit more and eventually calmed down, moving his feet off of the table as he did so. “Who did it? I wanna shake their hand.”

As for how the Namekian knew the guy, that was pretty simple. “Oh, ri_iiⁱight, the reverse train robbery. That was fun.” Onoma replied in a lackadaisical fashion, as if that made any sense to anyone but him. “Just to be clear, neither of us stole the train initially.”

“Doesn’t sound like you give much of a shit about it, if I can be honest.” He snickered, it made sense— to her such feats were likely normal. Making whatever you wanted out of possibly beyond trillions of microscopic mechanical was probably so normal to the Tuffles of this planet that it was akin to breathing. “What, is it that boring to you?”

Onoma had some idea now of who this woman might be; the strongest Tuffle he had seen with even the slightest attachment to this society, one of two Saiyain or Tuffle related individuals that Kronos could target with whatever agenda he had in an attempt to prove superiority, a person in a position of authority— something that Kronos was evidently not shy in showing hate for— it became increasingly obvious that this woman was the Tuffle Chancellor. Which made the other woman that Kronos had a go at in a similar manner the Saiyan Monarch; the only other person present that was available to dispatch him quickly. “Ohhhh, I see. Must’ve been the armoured Saiyan then. Not super surprising, but neat.”

Explaining just how he had encountered Kronos, Onoma seemed to garner some curiosity. “Heheh, the other two that were trying to get anything out of me got stonewalled here. They argued over the logistics. Suuuuper embarrassing.” Either way, Onoma appreciated that Cheri was at the very least humouring him. “West City; started right outta the primary train yard.” He answered, providing nothing further as nothing further was asked.

“Awww c’mon. No fanfare? That’s a bit sad.” All of that intellect and imagination, but so little whimsy? Or at least, very little obvious whimsy. Onoma didn’t think that was a fun way to live at all! He at least thought his own capacity to warp and contort his own body in a similar manner was super cool and he just enjoyed doing it whenever possible. Of course, he wasn’t about to reveal that he could in fact do so.

“Perfect, honestly.” It just meant that Kronos got rattled by what he hated most in every way. A Tuffle, a Saiyan, and both of them were in positions of authority, what a riot!

“I don’t know for sure if he’s pissed off the Earth authorities, but I wouldn’t be surprised. You experienced how he acted yourself. Does he really seem the type to care about authority?” Not that Onoma could talk, he cared about as much, if not less; he just knew when to cooperate in order to gain something.

Speaking of anything worth knowing though, there was something! “Actually, it’s kind of funny... Ok so, related to the epic reverse train robbery; some ultra losers stole a whole freight train full of various goodies— in broad daylight mind you, really stupid play, that— anyway, I felt like styling on them for doing something that stupid and you know who showed up with a gadgetry backpack announcing himself the leader of the ‘Teens of Tomorrow’.” Onoma explained. “Goofy considering being a leader of anything implies authority but whatever. I would hazard a guess that he’s got a few allies that think and act how he does.”

Okay, maybe the totally-actually-Chancellor had some whimsy about it. “See, wasn’t too hard, was it?” Maybe she just wasn’t the type to admit it, or it was a subconscious reaction to what was being said. Onoma wasn’t entirely sure how this programmable matter worked besides ‘doing whatever the user wanted’ which wasn’t too dissimilar to his own abilities anyway.

“Exactly, and for people that look to authority for protection, or authority itself, that’d be an issue, right?” That much was probably quite obvious. While explaining his experience, Onoma noticed that the totally-actually-Chancellor before him had silently mouthed something to herself. ‘Tots’. It took Onoma a second, but he soon realized that would in fact be the acronym of the group he had described. “... Holy shit.” For a moment, the Namekian stared blankly, trying to process that before bursting into laughter so hard that he almost fell out of his chair. “No. Way. He named his group without accounting for the acronym!? Hahahahaha! What?! This is amazing— Pffhhfhfhfhfhahaahahaha!” Onoma wiped a tear from his eyes and tried his best to suppress another giggle fit. “Leave it to Karlos the wondertween... Wow. I’m absolutely using that against him.” The Namekian grinned smugly. “I’ll take the credit for the discovery, yanno, just so he doesn’t come swinging at you again.” Alongside just wanting to take the credit for fun.

“Just one is enough, I think.” But it would be funny to beat the snot out of the lot of them as far as Onoma was concerned.

“Look, it’s like I said, the guys that were trying to get anything from me earlier just couldn’t cut it. Your guess as to why is as good as mine.” They overthought it all, and she just asked him questions correctly; and all about things he was very willing to share. “I’m not sure if I’ve got much else on him besides the way he fights, I guess? I’m not sure how helpful that is.”

On the topic of amusement parks... Onoma had no strong feelings one way or the other; and it sounded like a half decent chance at learning more about the current state of things on this side of the planet. “Do either of those come with a plus two? I think some friends of mine might enjoy it.”

Onoma didn’t push any further on the value of whimsy, he figured that the Tuffle woman knew it well enough at this pouint— she likely just appreciated the subtle expressions of it compared to Onoma who was clearly the more bombastic of the two.

At the very least, these two certainly had a sense of humour. “Hahaaa yeeessss.” Onoma hissed mischievously. He was going to do it anyway whether or not she approved, her approval just made things less messy. Perhaps a little less fun too, but that was fine.

There was a non-zero percent chance that a miracle would occur and Kronos would somehow end up marginally less... Kronos-y. Alas, miracles weren’t known for being common. Shelving anything to do with the silly anarchist for now, Onoma’s focus shifted, somewhat surprised that his request was accepted. “Oh. Sick, thanks. Seeya” Onoma gave a casual salute as the totally-actually-Chancellor departed.

As he slowly rose from his seat to start heading out himself, Omona wondered what would await him and his friends at an amusement park designed by Tuffles. Probably a lot cleaner than any on Earth, way less scam games too; skill and intellect were what would win any prizes. This was all his assumptions though, he would have to wait and see.

Slinking through the door, Onoma stopped beside Abel who had been standing guard. “That was quick...” He sounded a little perplexed, clearly assuming Onoma was going to make things just as difficult as he did with the prior interrogators. “Yeah. So?” Abel handed the tickets over, and Onoma’s set of capsules as the two began to leave. “... I just expected something else. You’ve surprised me twice now. That isn’t a regular occurrence.” Onoma scoffed as he left the building, leaving Abel at the main entrance as he continued onward. “Yeah, well I’ll surprise you again, I promise you that...”