Space Sick [Open] Apr 7, 2021 2:51:14 GMT -5
Post by Pracross on Apr 7, 2021 2:51:14 GMT -5
Pracross - Saiyan - 5,000 PL
6/6 KP - 0/6 MP - Base Form
Namek was a beautiful planet, it truly was. Blue oceans that ran for miles, naturally green life that stemmed further than a planet, an ecosystem constantly in balance, it was almost perfect. Sure, the people who lived on the planet were few and far between in their taste of outworlders, but some planets were quick to that theme, so it wasn’t unfamiliar. The issue Pracross had with Namek was far more simplistic, perhaps even negligible to a race with far better dietary control. What Namek missed more than every other planet had was a good, hearty meat. Rather than forcing himself to eat another meal of cabbage and crab, the Saiyan instead took to the stars and set sail for a space station in hopes of revitalizing his missed taste of anything delicious.
The shop wasn’t terribly far from Namek, perhaps only an hour or two by pod, but with the hopes the boy had, the wait would be worth it. After entering the atmosphere of the station, the gravity belt brought the assault pod to a halt and docked it carefully into a docking area. Before long, the Saiyan found himself amongst a sea of many species bundled together for a sole purpose: a good meal. In the dining district, there stood many food stands with foods from across the galaxy with some promoting the local style of nearby planets, Namek included. Quickly avoiding the Namek booths, the Saiyan stationed himself at the Sadala stand. While Sadala was long gone, Saiyans still made good use of the ingredients on Plant, bringing them a flair similar to home.
Of course there was more than just food in the station. Styles and customs on the ship ranged far and wide with a shopping district, a repairs shop, and even a gift shop. The station was massive, most of it dedicated to intergalactic communication, but with the rising popularity of space travel, tourism consumed the station up and down to make sure no one went hungry in space… or ended up straddling for hundreds of lightyears without a rescue, but that was so rare, you’d be more likely to have your planet blown up by someone’s sneeze.
Ordering a Saiyan heaping’s worth of food, Pracross stationed himself at a table reserved for a group of four or more, taking it all for himself. Unfortunately, Saiyans on this side of the galaxy were rare, so this got plenty of stares, but the boy was quick to shrug the looks off. A moment of home even if it was not as good as a home cooked meal was too wonderful, wasting away time shoveling the food down. With the first good meal the boy had had in weeks, Pracross could mark himself off as satisfied.