Space travel was certainly not the most comfortable experience when you weren't naturally endowed with the means to accomplish. Simply put, Nasch had spent far too long cramped in the internal compartment of his spacecraft's cockpit. Between glowing and beeping control panels, several star maps, and the two chairs within for pilot and co-pilots respectively, the space was sufficient for him to sit no more than cross-legged, otherwise his bullish figure would take up too much space. Though one advantage of travelling through the cold, dark depths among the ever twinkling stars that passed in a blink existed. With time, Nasch was able to meditate, gather himself and his resolve. He was able to constantly remind himself of his tasks, his ventures, and what he was setting out to do. He received occasional transmissions from distant planets on nearby planets or moons, usually commercials or propaganda of the Galactic Empire and their brainwashing. Nasch was not very quick to trust the ideals of the Galactic Empire, not these days.

The quiet of space travel took him again as until an unfamiliar beeping probed Nasch from his intermediate slumber, so to speak. He furrowed his brows, knit with frustration as he exhaled. "What could that be--" As he opened a single eye to glance at the disturbance, he was alert to see that his ship was actually beginning to run low on fuel. The components for its fuel were mostly natural, thankfully, so most planets were sufficient to refuel it, even if they weren't necessarily equipped for specifically such an occasion. Another destitute exhale came from the Saiyan as he unfurled his legs, now strained from their static position for so many days.

Nasch stepped a few paces to the left of the cluttered chamber, tracing a finger delicately along the star map pasted against the wall. Through a short session of corroboration with the coordinates he was at now in the galaxy using the central Sun of the solar system as the focal point, the closest planet with the supplies he needed to refuel his ship in good time would be New Namek. Nasch raised his brow as he sat back into his seat, adjusting the ship's auto-travel coordinates toward the surface of New Namek. Though now that he had to confront the planet's people, a bitter feeling encompassed Nasch's senses. He wasn't particularly opposed to the Namekian people, though he knew in the past his race and theirs had a troubled history. One known for its peace and prosperity through solitary means and great wisdom, whilst the other is headstrong, proud and arrogant, resolving conflict through generally the most violent of manners. Nasch was lucky to have abandoned such dogma, but that didn't mean the impression of his presence on the planet would be a good one.

A few hours passed as Nasch's ship whipped through the cosmos like speeding meteor on towards New Namek. As he passed through the atmosphere, the ship began to slow its travel. Four prong-like legs extended from the bottom of the dome-shaped spacecraft and firmly planted themselves into the soft soil of the planet's surface. Nasch exited the ship through an extended metal staircase which ejected from the bottom of the vessel, stepping into a small forest of some kind. He purposefully tried to land his ship in a small clearing near a rapids, within the densest of forest he could manage. That was to say, not many forests existed at all on the planet, likely due to the lack of necessity of food to Namekians. Trees were aesthetically pleasing and that seemed to be enough for them, and for Nasch, it was good enough cover to keep his ship well hidden from its other residents.

Stepping onto the planet's surface, he started slow. Walking through the forest he encountered the nearby rapids which were close to a series of mountains just northwest, leading towards a waterfall. As he walked over toward the cliffside where the fault lied and the water crashed down, he could see a figure walking and gathering some water from the stream, which seemed far calmer at the base of the landscape than at the top. He narrowed his eyes down at her, his arms crossed defensively. His appearance was abrasive and unnerving at first, but he tried his best to loosen up before making his appearance known. He had no choice but to deal with the locals if he wanted to leave here safely, so starting on the right foot was imperative. He flew down from the waterfall, floating gently upright as his feet quietly tapped the earthen floor beneath. He spoke over the running water as he walked with heavy footsteps toward the blue-hair girl. His face momentarily contorted in confusion, not remembering Namekians to have blue hair, or a complexion of that style to begin with. In fact, did Namekians have feminine features like that at all?

As he approached, he stopped about twenty or so feet away from the girl as her hands seemed to be acting as a visor. He dropped his arms from their position, giving an awkward, extremely uncharacteristic wave. "Hello there. My name is Nasch, I am not from around here. You see, my ship happened to have run out of fuel for space travel, and I am in desperate need of your peoples' assistance to gather some materials over the next day or two so I can get back on my feet. Might I inquire for your aid in these efforts?" Nasch had an eloquent speech pattern, especially for a Saiyan. His tail was wrapped around the midsection of his armor, as was customary of warriors of his class. He stood staring down at the girl, awaiting for an answer, or even a reaction at this rate.

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The enigma that was the small girl named Niha startled Nasch a little bit. Small, relatively speaking of course. Nasch was most often taller than other figures of his native species and a good portion of other ones. Though pleasantries were had and Niha seemed to have quite good manners for first meetings. A short sigh of relief escaped the Saiyan's lips as he gave an affirmative nod to Niha's  proposal to follow her to the nearby village. There was a brief wave of calmness washing over Nasch as he received assurance there would be little issue with his meeting with 'Abut', as the Niha called him. The girl was stronger than she appeared, at least able to functionally take care of labor tasks. What little bit of information he could get from observing was little; Niha was hard to read because she seemed so sincere, it was impossible to tell if she had an underlying motive or not. Nasch wanted to believe she had the best of intentions, so he laid his worries to rest and followed behind and kept his eyes peeled for sights of the planet.

As the questions began to come in, Nasch found his mind wandering on how best to explain himself. After another brief moment of silence interjected between question and answer, Nasch replied, "I am not a native to Planet Earth, no. I am a Saiyan from the Planet New Sadla. You may have heard of it. You may have not." Nasch started with the easy question, though when it came to why he was here, he tried to give as simple of an answer as he could. "I am returning from a desert planet far off in the East Quadrant, heading to the West Quadrant across the galaxy to a planet called Katchin. It is there that many of people still reside and hone their skills. As I was making my way there, my ship began to run low on the energy source it depends on to fly and this planet was the nearest to it at the time with which resources that may be harvested for said energy source are abundant. Or at least, available in large enough quantities to leave the ecological system untapped to create it." Even in his attempt to keep it simple, he found himself overexplaining his reasoning again, believing he had to be precise and detailed as to give himself the best alibi in the case he needed one.

The atmosphere of New Namek was a kinder, gentler one than on other planets. Violent sandstorms and tropical heat haze plagued most of Nasch's days planetside, by here it was calm and hospitable. Nasch could plainly see why the natives of this planet would cherish it so dearly, for it was not only of veritable climate, but beautiful in the eyes and fertile in its growth. This would be the kind of place many would and should call home. As they trekked further along, Nasch could not help but let curiosity get the better of him and posed questions of his own to Niha. "You... are not native to this planet either, are you? Forgive me if I am mistaken, but you do not appear to be a Namekian." Nasch was earnest in his questioning, even if a bit frank. He had reason to believe that maybe this girl was perhaps a captive or slave to the Namekian people, but that was really an absurd thing to believe. If his reports on Namekians, which he believed may now be outdated though he was uncertain, were accurate. then they were too peaceful of a people to go enslaving foreign races for their own needs. Due to their inherent resilience to the elements and their ability to sustain themselves solely through water, Nasch had to wonder what a person like Niha, a race that Nasch could only believe was unique in its own right, could be doing on a planet like this, living within its society.

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As curiosity piqued, Nasch found himself having to think more about his answers to each of his questions. He began to get lost in thought somewhat until he and Niha were now passed the wooded landscape and made headway into the fields where a rounded cottage of some sort stood. There just a short ways off was a hole in the ground surrounded by some kind of cover that Niha promptly began tending to. Nasch narrowed his brows, now formulating answers as more questions arose. This was about the depth of conversation he generally reached with most people, all things considered. A majority of those he interacted with on his home planet were violent, bloodthirsty, warmongers. Even worse, they relished in it as it was the culture of the Saiyan race and many saw it as a sign of their power. However, Nasch didn't see it that way. What he did see in front of him however was an enigmatic person. Someone who left their home willingly due to what Nasch could only fathom here was boredom. At the very least it seemed like the comfortable lifestyle many envied, but she seemed to have distaste for. Perhaps distaste wasn't right either.

The Saiyan leaned his large form on the side of the cottage walls, turning his gaze away from Niha and staring off into the vast green sky of New Namek. It truly was a strange atmosphere, but not much more bewildering than the surface of Earth. Despite the change in color scheme, the planets highly resembled one another. Similar grass and vegetation, breathable atmospheres, clean water to some degree. It was stunning these planets managed to exist in such close proximity, even relatively speaking. The homeland, Nasch wished, could be as lovely as this. "We are a race divided these days. Some can be kind, though many are cruel. Horrific, even." Nasch's expression seemed to become dim and his voice low. He appeared disarmed and almost saddened by this. "Katchin lies within the boundaries of the Saiyan Dominion, or what remains of it. Travelling there alone would be unsafe, and unwise. However--" Nasch caught himself, already inviting a stranger to a faraway planet to a place with dangerous people who many of which are most likely stronger than Nasch was already. He exhaled through his nose in amusement at his wild presumptions.

"With the right kind of person, you would have protection and ease of access to the facility, I would think. With your training regimen, that facility may be of good use. Practical labor can only get you so far, but even studying combatants who train in the art of battle can go a long way." Nasch having been trained as a soldier from birth knew what that was like. He was at one point a soldier for an army of prideful warriors that once threatened the balance of power in the galaxy. Now that it was no longer the case, the question of where his strength lied was diligence, not his race. He faced powerful Earthlings, met demons far beyond his capabilities, and legend of other powerful forces of have taken hold in the galaxy. 

Niha was different from that though. She did not train to be dangerous or deadly, or at least, so Nasch could tell. She seemed harmless, protective even. This Abut she spoke of seemed dear to her and in that sense, reminded Nasch of the comrades he lost in the past too. Comrades or friends, Nasch could never decide on the wording. He believed it was the former, but wholly wished it was the latter. The corners of his lips tugged briefly into a small smile at the mention of the one she takes care of. "This Abut, you cherish him deeply then? If that is the case, perhaps you need some real instruction on training. Protecting someone you care about... that is indeed the noblest of causes." He let his expression return to the stoic, hard exterior as he walked over to the well device by Niha, awaiting the completion of her task. He kept any comments about this fantasy homelife that Niha came from to himself. He had no room to speak on this place for it sounded foreign and unreal to him. The best he could offer was to express his wishes to go there one day, though if this place really existed, how he would get there he could barely imagine.

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The Saiyan watched the hopeful form of Niha seemingly bounce in anticipation for Nasch's blessing to go to Katchin with him. His face seemed hardened at first, solemn, even. He looked back to the treeline shortly contemplating the request and whether or not he was right to fulfill it. He knew it was his fault for bringing it up at all, so he should be the one to take responsibility for the situation. Inevitably it would impose on Nasch's tight schedule, but the tournament on Earth was hardly a task worth putting much weight on. He seemed to find a prodigal individual with a burning desire to grow stronger. She seemed more and more like a Saiyan herself that way, having such a stubborn yet admirable desire to grow. Nasch's face abruptly grew into a small grin as he shut his eyes and shook his head as if he wanted to deny the answer he was about to say, but he'd already convinced himself.

With a short exhale, the Saiyan evenly heeled himself off the outer wall of the cottage and unfurled his cross-guard as he looked back to Niha. Similarly to how Niha gave Nasch the once around earlier, he took a few, long strides around her to get an idea of where her strengths were. Reading her Power Level was trivial as technique is not evident of the strength harbored within. It is by passion and will that one truly becomes more powerful, though having a higher power level certainly helps. He stopped once more as he made his way back in front of her, nodding with satisfaction. "I could take you there, no debt required. Helping me refuel my ship would be enough owed. But I must preface this agreement." Nasch pointed a finger to Niha, sternness returning to form. "Make sure you are prepared for the challenges that lie ahead. You will be training strictly with me while we are there." Nasch then moved his pointed index curled back to his palm as he jutted a thumb out toward his chest, jabbing himself in the plate armor. "This is a matter of your safety. I will attend to any needs you have. We will be gone for several days so I suggest bringing any change of clothes you may need. I am doubtful Katchin will have any armor suitable for your size, unfortunately."

The Saiyan gave one final exhale as he craned his neck to let loose the tension, a series of short but staccato cracking sounds emanating outwards. "We will focus on your strengths and heightening those. A majority of our training will consist of intense exercises, followed by sparring to test what has been learned. I have some... 'friends', on Katchin I may be able to introduce you to, if time allows for it. You have my word you will be safe and returned here with all the skills necessary to protect your friend." Nasch curled his arms back into their stationary cross as he walked passed the small girl with a satisfied jaunt to his step. "We leave the night after the fuel is prepared for the ship. It won't be a terribly long trip, as I've said, but anything you want to say to loved ones and things you want to procure beforehand should be done within that time frame. The space on the ship won't be extensive, but we'll make do." He kept his eyes on Niha, examining her for signs of wear and tear. Any signs of battle she may have experienced in the past would be good teaching tools for the future, but nothing came to mind. "Well, that settles that. We should speak to your friend Abut so that we may get on with the tasks of the day." Nasch raised an eager eyebrow, perhaps somewhat stemmed slightly with impatience to get a move on with their trivialities.

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Nasch stood awkwardly in the doorway, silhouetted by the gentle sun for a moment. His regular stature was already quite intimidating, but something about his face being gently obscured by the shadow made it all the more ominous. Though once Nasch had been introduced so kindly by Niha and given a quick observatory tour of the main room, he took another couple of steps into the dome-like cottage. His gaze wandered around the sparsely decorated room, similar in some ways to the barracks on New Sadla. Very little in them but what was necessary to get by for the day. He could respect that sort of lifestyle. As Niha went to talk to this Abut, Nasch's gaze finally settled on the pair off by the stove for a moment. He could see an expression of discontentment on the one Niha called Abut's face. Naturally, tension of any kind was going to arise between these people. Namekians and Saiyans have never had a positive moment in their history, so one showing up out of the blue could only seem like a threat or potential ploy.

Now, Nasch thought, maybe Abut thought Nasch has taken Niha captive and forcing them to quarter him? He hoped that he was not seen in such a negative light so quickly, though he had no way of telling for sure. Abut was at least reasonable enough to allow the Saiyan a moment to explain his needs before anything else. Nasch graciously bowed his head and walked towards the mats himself, taking a seat on the one he thought would be the largest. Even as he sat, his form was just a tad comically oversized for it, but he made do. With fingers clasped together, Nasch returned a nod to Niha as if to thank her for the hospitable welcome, then back to Abut with a similar nod as he spoke. "Right. To the point then. As Niha said, my ship has recently run out of fuel to travel. The model I fly in is compact and runs on majorly natural resources. Certain molten mineral veins lie dormant on this planet and can be encapsulated once mixed and diluted with water, which I have seen the planet has a great source of. The tanks on my ship for which to collect these ores and the necessary equipment are all available, however I am not an expert on the ecology of New Namek. I would not be sure where to locate these veins underneath the surface. Many planets have mines to collect these gases, though only with careful supervision from specific elders or heads of state. I am not all that familiar with the customs here, either, so."

Nasch gave a somewhat downcast glance at the ground, as if preparing for the worst in response. In reality, he could have gone and pilfered the ore and procured the water in a steady fashion. All it would have taken was some time to find them himself and begin mining, but speaking from experience, he knew that pilfering and plundering only served to worsen relationships and that wasn't what he set out to do. No, his creed was designed in this way to create bonds and bridges, so he hoped to obtain good graces first diplomatically, and if that did not work, then through favors. He bowed his head again at the Namekian with eyes shut. "If I may be of service to you and your people in return for these resources, please tell me what I must do." Nasch now had his hands pressed against his knees as he sat with his legs crossed. He was not only somber, but seemingly repentant for something. Though he had no previous recollection of coming to New Namek in his lifetime, he knew those of his people who had in the past did not leave good marks on it. He wished to repair that if possible.

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