Post by zarun on Jan 26, 2019 15:41:20 GMT -5
He really should just keep to himself. Ignore it, and go back to his quarters.
Zarun huffed as he sat back in the pilot's chair, his arms crossed over as he tried to think of how he was going to explain this when he got back. Thankfully, he was at least out of his uniform, so he could maybe get away with this, if he wasn't noticed. There wouldn't be many other Imperials there anyway though, right? It wasn't as though Saiyans seemed to be common in the Ultramarines either, so he wouldn't be expecting them.
The Saiyan rubbed his hand across his face, his fingers running up across his features and then through his dark hair. Thankfully, the ship was just on autopilot as it headed to Radia, and all he could mostly hope was that anyone important, which mostly meant his commander, wouldn't notice he had been gone. This was about the second time that he'd made a real step to try and find out more of his people, especially after Katchin. His encounter on Kabocha had been less than stellar, but he'd been determined to make up for that, and to find the people that he dreamed about being like. There had to be something to that, didn't there? He knew there had to be. There had to be a reason that they were always talked about, always venerated. He'd had good meetings other than this, too.
He remembered the encounter with Dain on Earth. It was weird, because...he had a tail. It seemed like some of the other Saiyans he'd met also did. What were those about? He'd never had a tail, he knew he didn't. He assumed if it had been pulled out then it would have left some kind of mark there, right? Even then, why would it have been pulled out? By his parents, or maybe by someone else? There were so many questions Zarun had about being left alone on his homeworld, with nobody to get in contact with, nobody to find. If he wasn't lucky enough to have met Sorben and the two of them hadn't worked together, he wouldn't even know he was a Saiyan, would he? He could've figured it out eventually, maybe. Or maybe he would have just lived on some other planet with people that looked like him, like Earth, and just assumed he was from there. The idea was a scary thought.
Whatever the case, the young Saiyan had snuck his way off Mitra. His pay was enough that he was able to buy a ship for himself a while ago, and now he was going to make use of it. He was still getting used to the actual flying part of it, but he was beginning to get the hang of what parts he really needed. For this leg of the journey, he could leave it on autopilot and just direct it to the landing zones that were already provided. He'd hailed Radia as it came into view, even if just to let the spaceports know a ship was coming in. Thankfully, he was cleared. It would have been really awkward if he came all this way for nothing, even if some wouldn't understand why he did. He'd detected a signal from the planet, and one that called for Saiyans to come, to gather for something important. Zarun didn't know what, and he wouldn't even try to speculate. Well, maybe he would, but he knew he'd be getting it wrong no matter what. He had always felt strongly about his Saiyan heritage, and he wanted to live up to it. Maybe this was his chance. Was he betraying trust, though? Her trust?
Zarun took a deep breath, slapping the sides of his face gently to try and snap himself out of it. He couldn't think about that now. He had more to think about, more to focus on. If he was going to meet with his people again, he needed to make a good impression. He knew that they'd liked his performance on Katchin, right? The training sergeant had been impressed, at least. He had told Zarun that most of the Saiyans there took it as a personal challenge that he was so strong. At first, he'd thought he had caused offense, but it didn't take him too long to figure out what that actually meant. He had inspired them. Him, of all people. He had managed to inspire them. How did that even happen? He hadn't thought of his power as particularly special, but he'd apparently made a real impression with what he'd done. With time, maybe he could do even more. Maybe he could help more people than he realised, and maybe he'd prove worthy of all those Saiyans he used to try and read up on.
As he stepped off the ship, he thought back to Dain. Maybe he was right, too. He shouldn't be so worried about this. He shouldn't think of himself as some kind of lesser Saiyan, just because of where he was born. It seemed as though Dain had been in the same situation, so he could probably understand. Zarun thought back to what he'd been shown - the golden form that the other Saiyan had attained, and what it might mean. He'd never had a name to put to anything like that. He'd seen the same kind of thing in the Lieutenant of the Raven Guard that he had encountered alongside Null. His name was Korrat, if Zarun was remembering right. That golden aura flaring up, but not fully appearing. That was the power those legendary warriors had. What they had attained.
Zarun looked at his opened hand, clenching his fist. He wanted it, too. He wanted to get to that level and be able to do something for his race, to be someone they considered proud to have as one of their own. He knew he would. Floating up into the air as spaceport staff began doing checks on his ship, Zarun soared through the air, the cold air causing his breath to become visible. He closed in on the signal, his brow narrowing. He was going to find his place.
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