Lettice's eyes were affixed to the huge monolith of a ship and considering the size her small pod, it made its size even more imposing. She wondered for a fleeting moment if this was the right choice. Did this make sense to back this type of future for the Saiyan race? Fleeting it was, as she remembered her family back home. What it would take to keep them safe. Being in a constant state of peace in an ever shifting world wasn't her thought of strength.

Her small pod entered the huge ships landing bay and several mechanics came towards the pod with practiced motion. As the pod opened a couple disposable bottles of drinks spilled out along with Lettice as she quickly picked them up and tossed them back in "S-Sorry, I get thirsty" she stammers.

The two messengers approached with a swiftness "The General will see you now, Lettice" the one on the left said quickly. Lettice nodded "Let's proceed"

Lettice looked distracted while going through the various halls and elevators. The interior was amazing and even though she's been in the military for years she was never inside such a large ship.

As Lettice put her feet onto the bridge they almost felt like they'd give up under her. But she buckled up. She knew what this meant to her and her people. She approached and with a committed salute addressed the General with a nod. She would say nothing. She was a low-class warrior after all and there was nothing to say. They both knew why she was there.

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Doctor Kaijin Vex   @brisk || PC: 01 || Word Count: 265

Lettice stood there in militaristic attention, almost entranced. While the general was looking away from her, she would steal a glance of the other two next to her. One of them Saiyan and the other... well not. They both looked like they've seen things. Many things. One did not have to read the power level off of them to tell. It was the cadence they held and the way they spoke that gave it away. This could however have been Lettice's lack of experience. While she wasn't new in the low-class Saiyan Warrior sector, she did take quite the break.

As she scanned the room, Lettice couldn't believe how advanced and large the bridge was. It was another facet of her return that she hadn't seen space fairing crafts this large, well at least not inside.

She had also listened to Brisk's cold response and internally thought how awkward the situation was. Hoping that this wouldn't come to blows.

It was then Lettice noticed she had gotten way too distracted when the General said her name and talked about her past deeds "Uh-uh yes General, that were my past exploits when I was a bit younger, but I suppose I haven't lost my edge over the years" she replied to the General listening to her past accolades. It had been so long since she had seen real combat.

As she listened to the explanation she couldn't help but wonder her position in all of this. Yes, she was there to proactively protect the Saiyan race, but at what cost? What if the locals are not a threat? Would they not be barbarians to completely wipe them out or kick them off? Lettice saluted and responded "Affirmative, General. One question if I may" she paused the suitable amount of time to be allowed to speak "If the locals are not hostile, if they are peaceful. Yet they do not wish to provide our great people with aid, what are we to do with them?"

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There was silence. A long, awkward silence. The buzzing sounds of men and women working across their various stations suddenly ceased, as they stared upon the Frost Demon with shock. Did he dare insult the General in this way? None of them could hopefully begin to predict the Saiyan veteran's actions. Aragula was not a violent man, but he was no slouch when it came to protocol and respecting the chain of command. In most cases, Aragula responded to dissent amongst the ranks with demotions, or removal from the Oozaru Special Forces entirely. However, what was the protocol when dealing with a mercenary? A Frost Demon amongst that? It was clear enough that most of the Saiyans on board the Queen's Fury did not like Brisk, but what would the man in charge do?


Their question was asked seconds later, when the Saiyan General began to chuckle. Then the chuckle turned into outright laughter. It lasted for quite awhile in fact, a peculiar response to such blatant disrespect that it in fact perplexed many in the room. When Aragula's attention returned to the trio in front of him, he slowly quieted down, wiping a few tears of amusement from his eyes.

"Oh how I will enjoy your company, Brisk. How bold, to speak to an employer so. However, I like the bold, and the confident. It keeps things entertaining, to see exactly why they act so. Now, to answer your question, Brisk...I called you here to speak to me so that I may meet the people who will be serving me in this mission, instead of simply sending you to the surface. As you said, it was hospitality. Plus, it isn't as if your time is being wasted. I'm paying you. And as for why you bothered to come to me....well, I suppose you could think of quite a few reasons of your own as to why you follow the commands of your employer, being a mercenary in this case, and all. But I digress." Aragula began, sighing lightly. His refusal to rise to the bait was intentional, and something that a great deal of other Saiyans would not have been able to do. However, Aragula set a better standard for himself than that. Why would he engage in petty squabbles with the likes of someone who, at the end of the day, was working for him? Aragula ultimately held the power, and the verbal quips from Brisk were no more bothersome than then the rebellious behavior exhibited by many young teenagers against their parents. Was it annoying? Most certainly. Did it give the young teenager any more power over their parents? Oh, never. And just like a teenager, if the rebellion carried on past a certain line, such behavior would simply be punished.


They were mind games. It was politics, and the General was not so boneheaded to be so easily trapped.

With no further mention as far as Brisk, Aragula turned to give his attention to Lettice and Cassava.

"If they are peaceful, then I will allow you to make your own judgement as to what to do with them, as a team. I trust you three, along with Dr. Komatsuna will make the best decision. And as for you...Lieutenant Cassava..." He said pausing, as if pondering his next words. With a small smile, he rested his chin upon his hand,

"A pity you aren't sold as to becoming an officer of the Divide just yet. But very well. Your response has been duly noted. Now...you are dismissed. Lieutenant Vera, please lead them to the shuttles." Aragula said, watching as the Saiyan Female nodded, before stepping down the steps to the bridge runway. Without a word, she walked past the trio. Only a single hand raised to gesture them to follow.

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"You'll be riding with me down to the surface in one of our military gunships. Reinforced, well equipped. You'll be in good hands. Just try not to touch anything. " The female Saiyan said simply, her tone indicating there was to be no argument in the matter. Opening the hatch of the vessel, Vera wasted no time climbing inside, moving straight for the cockpit to begin conducting a quick systems check, revving up the thrusters.

And in a few minutes they were off. Once the trio had loaded onto the shuttle, Vera proceeded to pilot the vessel down to the surface of Planet Vegeta, to the coordinates of Outpost Sunshine.

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It only took minutes to break the planet's atmosphere and descend towards the surface, due to the flagship itself being in Vegeta's orbit already. If one were to look out the transport's windows, and observe the ground below, they would find the barren landscape of Vegeta, but not quite barren in regards to its' flora and fauna. That, at the very least, had been maintained, as a result of the natural course of nature. The term barren was meant to describe the lack of civilization. The terrain itself lacked any form of intelligent life. No animals roamed, no bustling cities or spread out farmland. In fact, the planet was rather eerie in its' silence. To think...that millions died when this planet was destroyed centuries ago. And the mystery behind its' sudden re-appearance did nothing to calm the nerves.

"It's freaky..." Vera commented, deciding to break the silence of travel with her own round of conversation.

"To find that the history books claimed this planet was destroyed..yet here it is. The original home of the Saiyans, where the Saiyans laid claim over the Tuffle race, and built a bustling kingdom....only to be wiped out. And now here it is, standing amongst us in the galaxy like a ghost town. A ghost planet, I should say..." With that, she suddenly jerked the shuttle downwards, as a dark colored facility came into view.

"We named it Outpost Sunshine as a joke. Komatsuna doesn't know the first thing about exterior decorating...and you'll soon find he doesn't know shit about interior decorating either..." She said as she poised the shuttle to land in front of the facility, and opened the hatch for them to exit.

"Code is 4-0-2-2 on the number pad by the entrance. Go inside and just keep going straight until you reach a large door. Just knock, and Doctor Komatsuna will let you in. Word from the wise, by the way....Doctor Komatsuna is a scientist. Scientist types tend to be a bit off sometimes. Just take it in stride. He's a genius in actuality. Ciao." Vera finished, once they all disembarked, before the shuttle moved to take off.

"Dr. Komatsuna will contact us when you need to be extracted!" Vera called out one last time before the ship zoomed back up to the flagship.

Now, with the entrance to the facility laid out before them, all they need do is enter...

Word Count: 1,154 | Total Word Count: 3,845 | Cassava | @brisk | Lettice

Metal doors slid open, revealing the uncharacteristically blonde-haired 'Saiyan' Scientist. The scent of gore would waft from his hidden laboratory, and the good doctor would remove a bloodied glove and extend a clean hand to Cassava, his eyes glowing inquisitively. This girl-- from the information he had gathered-- was a Super Saiyan. The real deal. The other two meant very little to him.

Particularly the Frost Demon. The good doctor had protested to the presence of such a vile creature, cursed with such impure genetics. Abura Komatsuna desired-- quite simply-- the furtherance and perfection of the Saiyan race. So, for now, he chose to work with the fool, Aragula. The 'General'.

"Oh, Miss Cassava, the Super Saiyan! You're far more beautiful than I had heard, and you have your father's eyes! And that makes the other Saiyan Lettice, and..." Abura's golden eyes locked on the Frost Demon as he gestured for the trio to enter.

"You would be Brisk, then." he would say quietly as the Icejin passed him. Abura had learned to admire their kind in one way. In fact, when prepared properly, they tasted very good! The flesh of a Frost Demon was a bit rough, but in a nice stew it can be quite appetizing. Abura also appreciated their ability to adapt to survive in space. He had chosen that trait to acquire for himself recently, in his experiments.

They made their way down a winding hallway, passing caged off areas stained with blood and reeking of death. Abura had been deep in his experimentation, having captured two of the Tribal 'Vampa's Claw' Saiyans and begun their immediate dissection. In fact, he had even feasted on their tails, something the good doctor considered a delicacy. He wouldn't say that to the newcomers, though. Might frighten them off.

Especially the delicious Super Saiyan that had stumbled across his laboratory.

Finally they entered the main room with a large computer screen at the head of a long table. A large bottle of wine sat in the center of the table as he sat down, gesturing for Cassava to have a seat next to him, ignoring the other two for a moment.

He poured the two of them a glass of the red wine, his handsome features settling on the female Saiyan warrior as he playfully swirled the crimson liquid in the glass. The computer screen lit up, illuminating the table as everyone else presumably took their seats.

"I am Doctor Abura Komatsuna. Years ago I was exiled from the Saiyan Kingdom by that vile Radia for my dedication to my races' genetic furtherance and evolution. But, also, that's a story for another time..."

Slides of Oozaru rampaging appeared on the screen. The destruction they were capable of was incredible. Burning buildings, rubble and debris strewn about. Then the slides changes to two words, massive across the screen.

'Vampa's Claw'

"Years ago- in my youth- I was part of this program. For my more radical ideas, I was chosen to spearhead the creation of a superior Oozaru form. I took genetic material from various races and infused them into a small battalion of soldiers. Thus, an Elite Oozaru Special Forces was made. There was a drawback, however. The Saiyans entered into a blood rage whilst transformed, and the Project was considered a failure by the higher ups. They wanted them gone. Dead, actually."

Abura said, leaning towards Cassava slowly, his predatory stare locked onto the girl. The Doctor felt like a snake that a small field mouse had scampered in front of. In fact, the Doctor thought back to her father, trying to recall his face. The man had known him. Although with time many faces blended together in their status as Radia supporters or non-Super Saiyan failures, his eyes had always been something he remembered. The man had killed his own wife, and his dead gaze reminded Abura of his own at that time. When he had been desperately searching for an answer.

Then, without warning, he turned to assess Lettice and Brisk further, disregarding his obsession for a moment to gauge the pair properly. A distracted mind would be easily outmanuevered.

"To make a long-- and painful story short-- I wouldn't allow their destruction. I saw to it that they were sent to Planet Vampa, where they would have a chance to fight for their survival. I convinced the higher-ups they were eliminated by the beasts of the planet, but... shortly after I was exiled. I lost track of them. Now, amazingly enough they've resurfaced. On this very planet, in fact. I have a mission for you, one of diplomacy. Aragula has demanded we remove this 'Saiyan Threat'. In many ways, I consider him as dull-minded as Radia herself was..."

With that, he laughed a deep and booming laugh, baring his fanged smile in an attempt to emulate warmth. The result was something cold, and menacing.

"Now, I implore you lot to approach them with no violence. Ask to speak to them, use your heads... I want them to join us, not be destroyed. Aragula doesn't care either way. He doesn't see the value of life as I do!" Abura said, the notion of him valuing life suggested. He finished off his glass of blood-red wine greedily, before finishing off his speech:

"Now, I've thought up an appropriate plan of action. I believe Cassava and Lettice should approach them with peaceful intentions, try speaking to them. Use emotional appeals, appeal to them as Saiyans! Meanwhile our good friend Brisk should... hang back. If these Saiyans recall the history of their people your very visage could be vilifying. Unless you want to pretend to be Lord Frieza and let our little pet Super Saiyan kill you for fun. Oh, and Cassava, dear. Speaking of the form, I highly recommend you showcase it to their leader. That transformation tends to make our kind flock to a person, if you recall."

With that, he gestured to the bottle of wine, his twisted smile sprawling across his face. "Drink shared among friends can create long lasting bonds. Let's toast to a great success on this peacekeeping mission!"

With that he raised his glass, hoping they would join him in a toast.

The stench of the room brought back memories. Ones of war and combat, for even in peace time the Saiyan race always strove to find some sort of melee to get mixed up into. It wasn't until the visuals that matched the stench did it really bother Lettice. To what end did this doctor hope to achieve? Lettice was not sure whether this was pushing the Saiyan race ahead the right way or not.

The thought crossed her mind, what if his experiments were on living creatures? Living Saiyans? No. This man could not be trusted. And yet here she was listening to him about the Oozaru's he created long ago. Lettice decided to filter it out, at least most of the words that didn't involve his insanity. She put up a hand when offered the wine "No.. no thanks I don't like to drink before an excursion" she stated, knowing full well it was the opposite. A drink can go a long way just before combat, given the right amount. Not too much and it can help with idle thoughts and even pressures of pre-theater fighting. This was not any of that however, as Lettice thought that the drink could be anything. Hell it could be mixed with poisons of some type. What if it was its own experiment? What if it was other's blood? No. This man could not be trusted.

After listening to the man for awhile she nodded for she at least saw eye to eye on the peaceful resolution. Lettice tried to not give a look of surprise when he mentioned Cassava as a Super Saiyan, perhaps she'd find out more later about that. Perhaps... even one day she will find herself among those ranks.

"Yes, a peaceful resolution is important. Especially if they are high in number. I wouldn't wan't to upset modified Saiyans. Well. I suppose just let us know the location and we will be on our way."

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Doctor Kaijin Vex @brisk | WC: 329 | PC: 04

Abura's fingers tapped against his empty glass as he listened intently to the trio. Out of the three, the Frost Demon seemed to have the biggest mouth. Much as he anticipated. Their kind wasn't very good at biting their tongue.

Perhaps Abura would do it for him?

His own elongated tongue flicked out for a moment as he licked his lips and sat back in his rotating chair, spinning slowly to face Brisk. "I was exiled by my own -hypocritical- people, yes. And of course the history-- and the future-- of Saiyans is one of combat... I've forgotten the dry, useless wit your race holds so dear. I understand your reservations."

He gestured to the two Saiyans, smiling. "You probably have your issues with me and my methodology. My lab -is- rather grotesque. But you fail to see me for who I am." he began, reaching into his labcoat. Within it he produced a small, blood stained book, titled 'S-Cells Explained: The Super Saiyan Theorem', by Professor Abura Komatsuna. A dark haired older man who loosely resembled Abura was on the back, the visage of his former self before the experimentation.

He handed the book, along with a dyno-cap for storage, to Cassava, his predatory gaze locking with hers once again. "In here you can find my writings. You'll see the philosophy of a younger, more naive version of myself. One who would've found this laboratory as detestable as you lot probably do."

Then Abura stood to his full, imposing height. "Brisk. Lettice. Cassava. I'm putting my dream in your capable hands. I have faith in the success of this peacekeeping mission. Lettice, Cassava? I'd get a move on." the good doctor stated, his eyes glossing over. If they turned his dream into a nightmare, he would do the same to them. Rend their skin from their bones, pluck their eyes from their sockets. Boil their tongues, filet their muscular structure. Or, even better.

Eat the trio alive.

His stomach rumbled for a moment at the notion and for a moment he debated locking down his laboratory and having a nice meal. Alas, it would cause too many problems. And then he'd have to deal with his giant monkey problem alone.

His self control wasn't what it used to be. And an Oozaru's tail was tender and delicate, like filet mignon.

"Brisk, you're more than welcome to hang around the lab. I was just about to sit down for my lunch, it would be a pleasure to have you." the geneticist purred, refilling his glass with the blood-red wine.

He wondered how Brisk's heart would taste if he broiled it under high heat with some garlic, salt and pepper. In fact, he imagined if he added some butter and a few slivers of tomato to it that it could counteract the natural gamey texture of Frost Demon flesh.

Still, Abura probably shouldn't devour the Icejin. 'General' Aragula would probably lose his patience with the Doctor if he did.

So, Abura patiently waited for the two saiyans to leave, fighting his unnatural hunger while drinking the crimson liquid, hoping inebration could help keep his stomach from taking control of the situation. He was starving, afterall his brunch had been interrupted.