Okarot did not have a plan. He hated not having a plan. But he had left the comfort of his small moon base to make a name for himself. Of course, that is a thing that is easier said than done and to this end, he had no real plan. So he decided to do something that his family was known for, improvise.



He did not know much about his grandfather before he died but he did know one thing. He did not become a famous mercenary and bounty hunter by sticking around and waiting for his prey to come to him. For good ole Grandfather Kello, the prey was usually in the form of frieza force scum, or galactic criminal, sometimes even rouge Saiyan murderers. But for Okarot the prey was much, much more elusive and insidious, glory… Power.



So one day in the spur of the moment Okarot decided to roll the dice. He got on his ship, a single man pod and send it to one random planet of the ships choosing. He was tired of over-analyzing and the overthinking that he usually did. When left to his own devices Okarot would sit in his capsule made a home on his random moon camp for weeks. Planning thinking, and drafting different ways and things he could do to advance his agenda. Well, he had had enough of that. "Sometimes, in war" he thought to himself "You won't always get to choose the battlefield or the conditions" So in the spirt of that he jumped in his ship and launched himself into any random planet.



The flavor of the day would be the planet of Zalt, with a side of seawater and fresh fish.

Upon entering the planet's atmosphere he decided that landing on a random planet that he knew little about and with no plan on where to go or what to do, was not enough for him. Setting the coordinates so that his ship would at least land somewhere safely on one of the many remote little archipelagoes that the planet had to offer, he then pressed the emergency eject button at hundreds of miles per hour, during re-entry, and over one hundred miles away from the ships designated final destination.

That was a bad idea. He noticed as soon as his body flung itself from the relative comfort of his ship. When he was a young boy he had read several stories, listen to several war stories his grand father used to tell about great Saiyan warriors who would die due to space pod malfunctions during re-entry.

"Most men can fly" His grandfather used to say



"and every man can fall and burn. But most men don't know how to fall or burn and they don't learn till there dead"



His grandfather had supposedly been shot out of space pods over 5 or 6 times. Once as a boy, three times during wars or skirmishes, and finally from his old wife, a couple of times depending on who you asked. His Grandfather would always say that some skills you just can't teach. A man has to put himself in certain positions to avoid ever having to be in them.

So in the spirit of his grandfather and in the high of the moment, Okarot decided to do something very, very stupid.



It was one thing to hear the stories. It was a different thing entirely to experience it all for yourself.

The re-entry had not been easy. The worst part was not the burning or the falling or even the high speeds he could not possibly hit on his own. It was that damned spinning. He couldn't get it to stop. Again and again and again. Within moments he had completely lost sight of his ship and track of whatever internal compass he had in his mind. He meant to propel or thrust himself in one direction or the other but he had completely lost sight of which way was up or which way was down. When vertigo became to much for him to handle the heat began to bother him. He tried to do something, anything to slow himself down or cool himself down but the force of entry and subsequent G-forces pulling and pushing his body as he plummeted around mach2 speeds towards the ocean surface stopped him from acting.



Upon impacting the ocean his body smacked into the water, which may as well have been a mountainside by how much pain it shot through him. He was lucky, he knew that. He just didn't "FEEL" lucky. He eventually passed out, succumbing to his wounds and dizziness.



When Okarot awoke next he found himself within some sort of fishing village. He was half naked, on a nice warm bed. There was food beside him and bandages wrapped on his head and his arms.

"What? The… fuc…" He groaned as he tried to get up. It hurt but it was not the worst pain he's ever been in. Taking a look at his surrounding he noticed that he was in a wooden pavilion-like structure. There was a fire a bundle of sticks. Food in a small crate, mostly carbs and vegetables, and a rack with different furs or skins of animals he'd never seen before. Who ever had taken him in, if everyone else lived in such archaic conditions isn't doing so bad for themselves. Based on the amount of food in his hovel. The weaponry and clothing he could see he estimated that this was the tent of one or two men or one rather large man but if his initial assessment was correct then a large man in barbaric conditions was either very stupid to be settling for this meagre lot or he was a tool, which in a way also could mean he was very stupid.



Okarot took a moment to close his eyes and reach out with his feelings to get a better look at what lay outside his tent. Within a few moments two men walked in, speaking in a strange language he did not understand. As soon as they walked in he laid back down into his cot and pretended to still be out. He could not understand them but he could sense the emotions of frustration in them. They were bickering on and on about something, he could not understand, and it was starting to piss him off. When they left one of the men stayed behind to inspect him. He reached into a small bag and lathered some oils and powder over Okarots skin before clasping his hands together and saying a few words, a chant of sorts it seemed.



Despite having gathered all of the information he felt he needed about the weak inhabitants of this village He had decided to stick around a little longer. He was in no rush and at least her they had already gathered all of the food for him. Soon he would find a local guide to help him navigate this planet, he would maybe even challenge and kill their greatest warrior and then be on his way. If they proved useful perhaps maybe he would use them to conquer other small neighboring tribes in the area, he wasn't sure yet, but at the very least he would be able to get some rest now.


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