Post by Lute on Aug 30, 2018 8:30:26 GMT -5
The crew members began to prepare the cargo to be offloaded. The team was posing as merchants after all, despite Etohns not so subtle admission of their true intentions. The massive crate containing Yama's power armor was lifted up and set down outside of the ship via forklift. Only seconds the dock was flooded with native Tech Tech xenos. Each ones stood short of stature with bulbous heads not doubt containing massive intelligent brains. Behind the tide also lumbered a half dozen bulbous loader androids.
Muttering and chatting in a very strange and alien language, the swarm pushed past Null and Okata and into the belly of the ship. Any idea or semblance of polite discourse before their invasion was simply ignored. They said not a word to the Saiyans, only speaking to each other in their foreign tongue. Many of them started to inspect the cargo containers and crates with inquisitive and greedy eyes. Others wormed their way deeper into the ship. Clanking and popping sounds emitted as they opened up panels and started to look around
Ship inspections were standard affair in most space ports, but to the uninitiated it would seem as though the xenos were ransacking the ship.
Above the docks stood a bulky Imperial Patrolman dressed in the ultramarine blue of Emperor Polaris's re-branded government. His face looked as though it were made out of chunks of granite and he regarded the royal Saiyan crest that was splashed in red paint across the freighter's hull with disdain.
"Look what we have here. Bunch of filthy savages come to trade goods they took from hard working people. If this were a world under the Empire's jurisdiction, I'd send you packing. I mean, I wonder what innocent trader or peaceful village you jacked all that stuff from? Murders and liars, the lot of your kind are. Go back to your mud huts on New Sadla."
Scoffing, the Patrolman turned away, holding his middle finger in the air as he disappeared into the crowd.
Beyond the dock was the port sector of the city, a tight knit and claustrophobic nightmare. Bodies of all shapes and sizes from a myriad of worlds were pressed into a very slow moving river of movement. Hawkers tried to sell their wares, both exotic and mundane. Stands and stalls covered with tarps and canvases were erected along the cubed shop fronts and densely packed warehouses. You could find anything you wanted or needed, it seemed. The prices on some of it did seem a bit subject to any keen eyed buyer. The scent of cooking meat wafted through the air. Holographic advertisements danced across the rooftops.
One such advertisement showed Emperor Polaris (Legume), looking regal and heroic. In the image he stood atop the broken and battered body of Lord Glacio and held chains that were wrapped around Queen Radia, who sported a black eye and a pout on her lips.
"Emperor Polaris is cleaning up the galaxy, bringing order and justice far and wide. He brought down the Frieza Force and has almost pushed back the Dominion scourge. But, he can't do it alone. Brave and valiant heroes like you are what make the Imperial Patrol. Join today our glorious Emperor in his campaign, and make a future safe for the children of tomorrow!"
An android shaped like a an octopus floated above the mire, offering suggestions to any passerby. Upon spotting the Saiyan group, it would provide a unique suggestion. "Hungry Saiyans should visit Haggar's Pile. They have ten credit ale pints and smoked dino-ribs straight from Earth. Plenty to feast on. There are also fights every evening in The Pit. Check it out!"
It showed them a hologram of a big bone studded xeno (Dodoria's race) beating on some humanoid creature with its fists. The clip ended with the Xeno lifting the humanoid up over his head and slamming him down on the floor, to a roar of excitement from the crowd.