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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 15, 2019 20:58:36 GMT -5
Cassava's method was simple, yet clever. Especially considering any coordinates that Abura Komatsuna would have given them would have been inaccurate as of several days ago. Not by any fault of the poor doctor's own, of course. Vampa's Claw was not a large group, and was largely nomadic in function, making temporary encampments rather than permanent civilizations. As a result, they mainly stuck together, making it easy pickings for Cassava and Lettice to track the conglomerate of varying power levels. Their travels would take them into the Vegetan Jungles, where the trees and foliage were thick, and the underbrush even thicker. As the group got closer, the sounds of vibrant life were abundant. Wildlife, trees, shrubbery. What was going on? Not too long ago, the soil would not have been able to support this level of life, nor could one say there were any animals either. What could have been responsible for this? Why was a dead world suddenly reviving itself?
What was going on on Planet Vegeta?
Meanwhile...
"Chieftess. It is almost time for the Yoake Celebration. Our people will be expecting your attendance." A male's voice spoke from outside the large, white tent that served as Hakusai's place of residence.
Yoake Celebration, huh? Celebration of Breaking Dawn...that's today...hmph, how the days fly.
A celebration of her people's escape from Planet Vampa two years ago. A day of celebration, as well as a day of remembrance. A symbol of her people's suffering, as well as a symbol of growing hope, and the dawn of a new era. The name Yoake, which roughly translated to Breaking Dawn, represented the end of what was nearly two decades of imprisonment on that wretched Planet Vampa, with no transportation off world, forced to fight for their lives every waking moment. Two years ago, their imprisonment ended, allowing them to take to the stars once more, before making their home on Planet Vegeta several months ago. Two years ago was also when Chieftess Hakusai, leader of the Vampa Claw, earned her title over her tribe, and fearlessly led them back into the unknown...into the greater galaxy, the likes of which they had been exiled from for nearly twenty years.
"Thank you, Kail." She spoke, moving to stand. The dark skinned Saiyan woman took a moment to flex her cybernetic left arm, the high tech prosthetic the result of a very shady deal and a few favors on Space Vegas. As she turned her gaze to settle upon her older brother, Kail, she allowed a soft smile to cross her features. They had gone through too much. Two decades had hardened the both of them. She was only six years old when she was taken to that wretched lab, her parents volunteering themselves along with her and her older brother to participate in what was to be the most "monumental experiment in Saiyan history". That wretched Doctor Abura, subjecting them to his ideology, claiming that this was for the "greater good", and that their service would lay the foundation for the future of Saiyan Warriors. But alas, all they turned out to be was a mistake. The gene infusion, it ruined them. To this day, Hakusai could feel her bones pulsating, her bestial tendencies lying dormant beneath the surface. Abura played them like a fiddle. Experimented on them, treated them like dolls to be poked and prodded, proudly showcased them before other Saiyans, and when his horrid experiments backfired, threw them away to Planet Vampa to be killed by the beasts of that horrid world.
Her own parents had died within the first few years, mauled by Vampa Beasts. Since there, Hakusai had trained vigorously, pitting herself as the leader her people needed. Hardened Saiyan Warriors, once proud, decorated officers, broke under the pressure of their exile. Hakusai refused to give in, and gave her people a voice to be inspired by. Two years ago, she became Chieftess of the Vampa Claw Tribe, and from there set the able bodied engineers to jump starting the damaged vessel that had left them stranded on the planet. It took a long time, months even, to find a necessary power source, but they did it, giving them enough power to flee to Space Vegas before the ship quite literally fell apart. From there, it had been a rough journey. But this Yoake Celebration was a new beginning.
And she'd be damned if she let anything damper the spirit of her people.
"Will you escort me out to greet them, dear brother?" She smiled, offering her good arm to the taller man. Kail chuckled and moved forward, locking his arm with hers.
"Let's let them know what unity looks like." Kail said, before they began to move out of the tent.
Nomads followed the food, so it was only natural that the Vampa Claw Encampment was located near the jungles, where life signs were the more vibrant. The settlement itself seemed to fit the general description of the stereotypical nomadic tribe, with white tents strewn in a rather organized format throughout a large space. Campfires were lit throughout the camp, which also seemed to buzzing with activity. Men, women and children ran about, setting up stakes in the ground, and setting up multi colored wooden decorations. Those who didn't seem to be doing anything at the moment, were huddled in small groups, conversing lively with one another. As Cassava and Lettice would draw closer, it would become more and more apparent that the people of Vampa's Claw were preparing for some form of...celebration? Party? It was hard to tell, but the general mood was one of excitement and festivity, rather than the dark, brooding nature that one would expect from people trapped on a hostile planet, and were subjected to be in close quarters with someone like Abura for any extended period of time.
That wasn't to say they weren't vigilant, however. The stoic figures of guards stood watch over the horizon, men and women alike dressed in various forms of broken armor and rags, holding various forms of primitive weaponry, from axes to spears, and some with no weaponry at all. Their rotations around the camp were strict and disciplined, offering them a wide coverage over the perimeter and beyond. It was amazing, almost...how a group of barbarians could be so organized.
But, of course the amazement would have to wait for later. Judging by the looks of things, Cassava and Lettice had two options. If they continued to dawdle near the camp, they would surely be spotted by the Claw's guard. And it was safe to say that Vampa's Claws, after so many years cut away from society, weren't that fond of visitors snooping in on their activity.
Will the group attempt to sneak across borders and attempt to observe the camp without being spotted?
Or will they attempt to shoot down to the surface, using what they hoped was superior speed to their advantage to get to the middle of the encampment before the guards could react?
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Post by Yohei, the Child Soldier on Mar 16, 2019 11:33:25 GMT -5
The Frost Demon had followed through with his idea of remaining behind with Abura, leaving the pair alone amidst the confines of his laboratory. Once again Abura's fingers rapped gentled against his glass, the light pinging noise from the action reverberating down the hallway as the geneticist debated his next course of action.
Description was one thing. Now, mutation? That was self explanatory. Abura stood to his feet, moving back towards the rear part of his lab towards a refrigation unit. It was filled with syringes of various protean fluids, the good doctor carefully opening the fridge and withdrawing one.
It was a cocktail of various Xeno genetics, particularly designed for Frost Demons. It was a predecessor to his current project, the 'Genetic Recorrection Formula' that would bring out- temporarily- some of Brisk's races' mutant properties.
A taste of the natural power of a mutant Icejin, like Frieza and the sorts of his kind. Abura handed the syringe to Brisk as he sat back down, narrowing his eyes at the being. Despite the contemptible nature of his races' existence this one seemed...
Special. Refined, even. Perhaps Brisk was strategic enough to grasp just how important Abura's work was...
"Brisk. If you would please sit, and listen. The situation is this: if it comes to violence you will be needed in this fight. Even our wonderful little Cassava will be strained when fighting against one of my creations--... as a result, I have prepared this for you. Do you recall the tales of Lord Frieza? His status as a mutation, far from the norm for his race was shown by his incredible Empire and far reaching influence. Your kind covets strength such as his, and even the deceased Emperor Polaris lacked the gene that ensured Frieza's reign. I have nearly isolated it within your genetic structure... this syringe activates some of that latent power, albeit temporarily. This particular type will only work once for you, but consider it my investment. Towards your future. Your eye is keen, and your tongue is sharp. Its a rare commodity in this day and age."
With that, Abura sat back, pouring the last of his wine into his glass. This one wouldn't be his lunch. His predatory gaze had relaxed into one of relaxed amity. A working relationship with one of these people had to be devised outside of working for Aragula for Abura's plans to succeed.
The other two were far too naive, although he suspected Cassava to be more... malleable. Time would tell.
Hopefully it would all be to Abura's refined tastes.
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Post by Cassava on Mar 17, 2019 14:49:38 GMT -5
A quick flight was all it took to find some hint of civilization.
Dense jungles littered the planet, but there were encampments both occupied and old spotting the path as they flew. Constantly on the move the people of Vampa's Claw made it a habit to keep any enemies off guard with their movements. But upon closer inspection after lurking near the outskirts of camp, there seemed to be a moment of reprieve.
These Saiyans were busy preparing for a celebration no less. Cassava watched, her golden eyes shifting to and from, counting each guard and making mental nots of the structure of the camps. The Saiyan cleared her throat and looked to the other woman with a silent nod.
"So, I suppose it'll be best if we try to sneak around this place. I already half fit in with tattered clothing. Hah, still, it's best if we stay shrouded, and keep our power levels down. If confrontation comes, then we show them what we have in us."
Cassava spoke in a hushed tone, her power level soon diminishing into nothingness. She focused back on the guard's movements and waited for a break in their vigilance, at least, what she hoped was a break.
Suddenly, one of their backs turned. Cassava kept close to the cover of the treetops and kept her movements light and careful. She was certainly curious was festivities these people were planning. Especially when they could be attacked by some beast on the planet at any moment.
She waited for Lettice, hoping that the other Saiyan warrior would prevail in keeping a low profile. Even if Cassava hadn't.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2019 18:33:34 GMT -5
The syringe was enticing. Perhaps it did hold the secret to unlocking his ultimate potential. Brisk had lived for very long time, and while it seemed his genetics boosted his vitality far beyond what other mortals could hope, it was not enough. There was but one thing Brisk wanted in all of the universe. He was not so foolish to believe he could find it here. Nor was he foolish enough to trust the scientist. But he seemed a grand egotist, and egotists never lied about their accomplishments. He took the syringe into his hand, studying it. "Where, pray tell, do you expect me to keep this? It isn't as if I have pockets..." It was as close to a thank you the doctor was going to get. Brisk sighed as if it were some great annoyance, tossing it into the air before snagging it with his tail. While he did not like losing the versatility of his extra appendage, he would consider using it in dire straits. Not that he planned to put himself in a dangerous situation. "I suppose you're right. If either of those two die, then I'll be stuck with this problem. And I am not a janitor for Saiyans. Enjoy the rest of your day... doctor."
It wasn't hard to locate the camp. Brisk flew low, his body skimming the tops of trees. The air was thick and humid, sweat clinging to his sleek frame. He could not see nor sense Lettice or Cassava. Perhaps they had chosen to blend in with their surroundings. That would pose an obvious issue, considering there was no way Brisk could blend into such a crowd. He flew along the perimeter of the camp instead, remaining as obscure as possible. Keeping his 'gift' close at hand, should he decide to use it. For a few humorous seconds, Brisk considering launching a blast into the midst of the camp and stirring up a commotion. Perhaps the monkeys would pummel one another to death. It would make his job a lot easier, that was for certain. Yet it was not in his nature to do so.
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Post by Lettice on Mar 18, 2019 1:36:21 GMT -5
The amount of Saiyan's here had Lettice a little concerned about their entry into this place. Even if most of them were of less power level then both of them. Hell, Lettice mused if Cassava couldn't take them all on at once, but she knew full well numbers tended to out do power level in almost every situation, even if she was a Super Saiyan. Lettice nodded to Cassava about her match of clothing, but frowned a bit looking at her own, weighted clothing. It was not particularly tattered or messy. But through the various ranks of the Saiyan's going to and fro through their guard duty she spotted a few areas where garbs were hung to dry or perhaps just laid there. Poncho's and other robe type garments could be seen here or there. That was her ticket to blend in. Watching Cassava move into the rank and file of the location, Lettice attempted to do the same. Once Cassava moved in a new rank and file of guards passed. Lettice attempted a rolling maneuver trying to enter the perimeter as the guards passed. While sneaking forward she reached out and grabbed on of the articles of clothing that could shroud her brighter weighted clothes and snaked her way to Cassava. "Ok" she whispered in hushed tones "So... what now? We find the chief of this place?"
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 20, 2019 1:56:49 GMT -5
The festival was coming together, and boy was it lively. As the sun began to set upon the horizon, the brilliant orange skyline cast a lovely glow upon the tribal encampment. Children stopped to stare in wonder, while the adults, men and women alike, continued their decorating. It was a vibrant, lively atmosphere, one that was abuzz with conversation and excitement. Joy and thankfulness was in the air, and Hakusai couldn't have been happier.
Immediately after emerging from her tent, the Chieftess was greeted by a plethora of hands, all reaching out for a shake, a hug, or some form of kiss from the elders of the tribe. Many of them were originals, men and women who were just beyond their prime when they were banished from New Sadla to begin with. In the beginning, they were the protectors, they were the leaders, until they became much too old to handle any fighting anymore. Many of them were her instructors, the majority teaching her how to fight in the early years of their exile to Vampa. And in their waning days they served as her advisors, and her closest compatriots, besides her brother.
"Good Evening, Chieftess."
"You look so lovely, Chieftess."
"The crowd is awaiting you."
"Then who am I to keep them waiting?" Hakusai responded as she sauntered beyond the reach of her elders, placing her hands to her mouth before calling the attention of the encampment in the form of a shrill whistle, the sound resonating throughout the camp, prompting all but the guard rotations to heed the call of the Chieftess, children running to their mothers and fathers as they huddled before the Chieftess, who had placed a crate by the ground to stand upon, mimicking a platform of sorts. Her eyes scanning the ground, she allowed a small smile to play upon her lips. These were her people. And here they were, on Planet Vegeta. This was their beginning. To hell with the Saiyan Kingdom. To hell with the crown. This was where they would start their new beginning.
And she'd be damned if she allowed anyone to mess with the harmony they had so painstakingly managed to procure.
"Varclaw!" She yelled out loud, a shout that had become a characteristic of Vampa's Claw, the battle cry being a weird amalgamation of the words 'Vampa' and 'Claw, creating the cry. Her cry was taken up by men, women and children alike, the deafening sounds of "Varclaw" filling the sky. Taking a golden chalice in her hand, that she had managed to "attain" on Space Vegas, her cup was filled with a green colored alcoholic drink, which she raised above her head
"Brothers, Sisters! This is our moment. Yoake represents a new beginning! We have been through the fire and more, and after two decades, we came out on top! No longer, are we scared prey on Vampa, easy pickings for their beasts. We ruled their jungles, and escaped to find a new stomping ground. Planet Vegeta is our new home! And our home it shall remain. As your Chieftess, I will protect you from any harm! This is our golden age! Tonight, we drink so that there is a better tomorrow!"
The crowd ate up her words with a hunger unlike any other. Hakusai was an eloquent talker, and a charismatic leader, with a brilliant mind that was rather uncharacteristic of her race. She didn't need long speeches to capture the attention of her people. They respected her strength, and her command, so she held no need to reiterate that, or to remind them of why they were here, or what had brought them to Vampa in the first place.
It was a positive celebration, after all.
Stepping off the crate, Hakusai made intent to meander throughout the encampment, drifting off and speaking to different people as she went about. However, a shout of alarm from the borders of the camp brought her attention to the forefront rather quickly. Narrowing her eyes, she started forward, before she felt a hand clamp over her shoulder.
"Sister, I will handle it." Kail's voice whispered in her ear before he vanished, his body vaulted over the heads of various nomads as he sprinted his way over to the borderline. Hakusai frowned. What could possibly have raised such a ruckus. Had the beast returned? No, she would've noticed that long before it had a chance to attack the village.
But if it wasn't the beast, then who was it?
"Bring me the intruder at once!" Hakusai called after Kail
Lettice tried her best. But her best just wasn't good enough.
The Saiyan female had started off well, managing to keep her cover, successfully blending in with the shadows that the evening brought about, giving her an easier time of blending in with her surroundings. However, she became greedy, wishing to infiltrate the camp by posing as one of the nomads. As the guard rotation shifted in their patrol patterns, Lettice acted, trying to slip through the gaps and towards the clotheslines where ponchos, tunics and hoods were hung. Just as she was about to grab one, Lettice would suddenly hear the sounds of shouts behind her.
She was discovered!
The Saiyan Guards, despite lacking the formal training of their royal counterparts on New Sadla, were quite effective when it came to boxing off paths of escape and ensnaring their opponent. Within moments, Lettice's moment of entry was boxed off, leaving her little way to escape on foot. Even though she could technically escape through taking to air, one of the guards lunged towards her, withdrawing what appeared to be a jagged, broken knife, the crudely serrated edges proving quite the dangerous combination in the blade. However, right before he could attack the woman, another man appeared behind Lettice, clamping a firm hand over her mouth.
"I wonder who we have here...I didn't know there were other people on this planet." Kail commented, his voice rather dull and lifeless, almost bored in a manner. However, Lettice could tell he was just radiating with power, being able to restrain her with such ease. Slowly, he relinquished his hold over his mouth, while simultaneously putting pressure on her shoulders, to ensure that she was not to escape.
"Surround us, in Phalanx Formation. We're taking her to the Chieftess. This woman will tell us exactly why she was trying to infiltrate the camp soon." Kail spoke, before steering the woman along, deeper inside the encampment, to meet with Hakusai herself. As the box of soldiers moved through the camp, Lettice and company were treated with suspicious stares by the majority of the camp, the jovial, festive air being replaced with that of suspicion and malice. The Vampa's Claw didn't get much visitors, and usually their visitors were feral, and thus were killed for daring to growl menacingly against a Saiyan. Regardless, it was safe to say things were not so pleasant for the young woman known as Lettice, for within moments, she was standing before the Chieftess herself, Hakusai lightly tapping on her one earring before grunting towards Lettice.
"I believe I will ask this once...and only once. Who are you, where did you come from, and why are you trying to infiltrate the nomadic settlement of Vampa's Claw?"Word Count: 1,221 | Total Word Count: 6,246 | @brisk | Lettice | Cassava |
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Post by Cassava on Mar 20, 2019 12:42:35 GMT -5
All was going according to plan. At least, Cassava had hoped as she jumped to and from the dense jungle canopies. While she looked back to her comrade on this mission, she noticed she wasn’t behind her any long. The Lieutenant paused, her worried eyes looking for the older woman to no avail. It was then she noticed the commotion going on.
The Saiyan carefully remained hidden, her honey-colored eyes trying to access the situation and the best way to proceed. Truth be told, the warrior had been on many a mission like this in the past. She would continue to explore the jungles while staying on the tail of her little bait. Yes, of course they would take any intruders to the leader if they hadn’t killed them on sight.
Again, the woman tried to move with caution, her ebony locks whipping behind her frame like a cape as she shifted closer and closer to the main festivities of the hub. Beautiful colors decorated the grounds, but now there was certainly a look of caution of the faces of the civilians. Not to mention the blaring warning horn that made Cass’s job harder.
Finally, that is, if she hadn’t been caught yet---the woman found the final resting spot for the entourage of the leader of these rebels. It was a woman, her look tribalistic and decorated. Cassava listened intently as she tried to get a glimpse of what these people were like, what they would do with Lettice, and how the Lieutenant could save this mission still. Perhaps appealing to these Oozaru warriors would be to her advantage?
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Post by Lettice on Mar 20, 2019 21:17:11 GMT -5
She was caught. Just as she put her hands on one of the more drab ponchos she alerted the guard. How stupid of me she thought I've been on dozens of missions like this, how did I go so wrong? Perhaps their senses were heightened from their way of life here?It made little difference. The man behind her held her shoulders with a vice-like grip. Lettice resisted a bit, simply to test the waters, but she didn't want to use her full strength as she was in no position to act against the man who stood much taller then her. Besides, this was a mission about diplomacy. Quite frankly Lettice saw these people as distant relatives and not savages. As they walked towards what she could only assume to be the head honcho Lettice looked left and right, seeing how these people lived. There was power within this encampment. One didn't have to feel the power levels dancing about, though you rightly could, you just had to see how they lived. The extreme climate, the various deadly creatures out here. It cut all the weaker Saiyan's out, she assumed. Lettice respected them, she certainly was afraid, but she could see the struggle in their eyes and decided that these are the people she could align with and perhaps win their hearts. As she approached the Chieftess, Lettice gave a serious and cordial look to her. A look that would exude an emissary. Lettice hoped her approach would work considering her earlier blunder. She lashed her tail out from around her hips and stated simply and clearly so it could be heard by all: "The Saiyan's have become weak." Lettice said, letting the statement sit in the air for awhile "My name is Lettice, Saiyan born and I've watched our people go into one political treaty after another." she continued with frustration "Living on decadence and leisure for those at the top! I've watched those at the top, signing the papers telling others where they belong in this race! I initially came here as I saw the life and energy increase on this planet. What used to be OUR planet. The planet of the Saiyan race!" Lettice stood there for a second, attempting to collect herself. Her hands were visibly shaking. This had stirred up some emotions in her she forgot were there. "The Saiyans of my planet can't protect us. They've grown weak. Now that I've seen your people I see hope and a common cause."Lettice visibly and audibly sighed "Perhaps I've said too much, excuse me. I-I got a bit heated."
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 24, 2019 16:44:52 GMT -5
Interestingly enough, even through the heightened nature of the encampment's guard, Cassava still managed to slip by unnoticed. In the nature of such an unwelcome intrusion, the attention of many of the tribesmen had been drawn away from their guard duty, and more towards Lettice, the woman they had caught snooping. With such distractions in place, paired with Cassava's proven stealth capabilities, it was actually a possibility she could sneak further into the encampment, past its' borders, without being recognized as an intruder. But of course, that was only if she so desired. Nonetheless, Cassava could see the hardened, stoic faces of the guards, but also the hushed, slightly frightened expressions, and even sounds of the non-combatants (well, as non-combatant as Saiyan Tribesmen could possibly be). Who was this mysterious stranger? This planet was supposed to be devoid of all sentient life. Was there another civilization here? Perhaps a Dominion outpost? Had they been found out?
Interestingly enough, the same thoughts were running through Hakusai's mind, even if her facial expression did not reflect any of the sort.
The woman did not quite know what to think. Well, she did. The issue was that several conclusions were being drawn as to this woman's true allegiance. Lettice's spoken words, of course, did not strike Hakusai in any form of way. In fact, the Chieftess almost immediately dismissed them as false. Even if they were true, she would have dismissed them. They were a tribe of exiled Saiyans, not some political splinter group. Appealing to their nature through the declaration that "The Saiyan government is weak" was, in fact, rather weak in itself. Hakusai couldn't care less about the Saiyan government, and the state of politics.
"A common goal? You say you have observed us for however long, and then the first thing out of your mouth is political drivel? What goal do you believe we have? We are Saiyans, sure. I cannot deny the blood that ruins through our veins, nor do I have any desire to. But as far as the Saiyans and their little Dominion shit they have going on, coming to us, whoever you think we are, was a mistake. Whether your entire planet burns or not, I could care less. Planet Vegeta belongs to us. We deserve it, after all the strife your people but us through. So if you think you're going to spew that crap at me, and everything is okay, and you can join? This tribe isn't an organization. We didn't band together due to a common goal, as you say it. We all suffered, all thrown to die against our will. We are a family, and you are an outsider. Kail, take her and bind her, and leave her in my tent. I do not want her reporting to whoever else is here. Guards! Get back on duty!"
And with that, Hakusai turned her back on Lettice, deciding to return to the festivities. Her people were spooked, and she had to admit she was too. But, she could not let this day be ruined by the antics of a strange Saiyan. She would find out exactly who the woman was, and why she was really here later. For now, it was best to keep the spirits of the people up. They had every other day of the year to be stressed out and on the fine line between danger and safety. Her people needed this day of celebration.
And Kail understood that. Grunting, he roughly pushed Lettice away from the Chieftess and towards the large head tent, belonging to the head family.
"Come, outsider." He ordered, as if Lettice had the choice as to whether she would follow or not, for his hand, which was still clamped over her shoulder, directed her towards the tent as they began to move forward. Forcing her inside, he was rather quick to bind her arms and legs with Psycho Threads, thick cables formed of psychic energy which would wrap around her body, keeping her from moving. Two guards moved in, as if to replace Kail as active guard so the Chieftess's brother could return to the festivities, but Kail waved them off.
"Return to your posts. I will watch the prisoner until the Chieftess returns to interrogate her." Kail instructed, watching them nod as they walked out of the tent. His gaze returning to settle upon Lettice.
"Listen, girl. No one here buys your crap story. And if it just so happens to be true, then Saiyans nowadays are just brain-dead. We are the rejects of your society. We were experimented on against our will, chosen, and coerced by that damn Doctor Abura. I was a child then. Barely old enough to truly understand what was happening. We're not some reform organization. We're outcasts. A failed project that your government didn't want to deal with. So, we're gonna figure out why you're really here, and then you're going to die." Kail grunted, before going silent.
Outside the tent, things were beginning to re-stabilize. The guards were returning to their regular posts, and although the air was still tense, people were returning to work. There was a party to prepare for, and the people were confident that the Chieftess had it under control. All the while, Hakusai stood in the middle of the action, helping her people set up decorations and doing heavy lifting. However, there was a single point, near Cassava, where the guards seemed to be distracted by something inside the actual camp. Then one of them runs over to catch a wooden stake that had been placed inappropriately in the ground, so that it began to heavily lean to one side, before beginning to free fall. The guards fly forward to intercept the wooden beam, saving a small child from being crushed by the heavy support object. However, it was a chance to infiltrate without being notice, if Cassava so chose to take advantage of it.
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Post by Cassava on Mar 25, 2019 18:35:01 GMT -5
So far, this mission was going sideways. With half of her team being shuffled away to the leader of this tribe, Cassava was starting to sweat. She kept herself small though. Hiding amongst the leaves and branches was easy enough. Things were going well, but she would be foolish to assume that the guards didn't know she was here.
Cassava plotted the alibis that Lettice could make up on the spot as she tried to dig deeper and deeper after the other woman.
A break.
Her eyes darted towards the movement of the guard and the child that he had protected. It was a split second, but that was all the Saiyan needed to react and make a run for it. She shot forth, her feet carefully treading upon the branches as she tried to keep her power level to a minimum.
At least the guards had managed to calm down though. It would make it easier to blend in if people weren't up her ass. Cassava locked eyes with Hakusai. This woman seemed to be throwing around many an order, although she helped just as much. Someone who could give and take, that was a leader. She marked the woman's features the robotic arm. She hadn't seen many a Saiyan with such modifications. One could only wonder what caused such a need.
Alas, Cassava tried her best to remain cautious while scouting out the area, the tent, and the man guarding it.
Those were two to worry about. Were there more adversaries though? Would it come to fists? Cassava waited and watched.
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Post by Lettice on Mar 25, 2019 20:36:28 GMT -5
Her story was rejected. Lettice understood well and good why they were there and that perhaps these people didn't have the same allegiance to their bloodline. She had however hoped the opposite. Unfortunately with her being taken to the tents it was not so and with the heavy hand of Kail on her back she knew trouble was bound to happen next. She felt so strongly about her position, it was why she was there after all. She was not lying. But, perhaps her views are skewed and painted a different picture of how willing these Saiyan's would be to helping her. Being thrown in the tent was embarrassing, she had never been caught in her other operations, though to be fair they were always mostly combat oriented. Lettice listened closely to Kail as he parroted the same information his boss told the rest of the tribe. That he wasn't there to unite Saiyan's, that they were just lab rats and so on. Lettice sat up the best she could while being bound and smirked. Perhaps she smiled because it's all one could do when they are caught red handed or maybe its because she had a super Saiyan ally as an ace up her sleeve "You speak of being tested on and being thrown out like trash to die. I can never understand what your people went through, but you will sit here and do the same to me?" Lettice stated frankly "I have a husband and child on my home planet. You'll slay me even if I am telling the truth? Even if I'm peaceful? Even if I wanted to join your ranks? Any of these options seem benign but you would see fit to kill someone just for showing up?"Lettice layed back down, knowing whatever she said wouldn't get her out of there... "Hell, at least let me die with honor, trial by combat or something? It's weak to kill me like a sheep." she said with frustration.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 26, 2019 0:38:40 GMT -5
"With little to no hesitation." Kail answered coldly, his eyes regarding Lettice sharply. To him, the situation was as clear as day. If she were telling the truth, then she knew the risks she was taking by coming this way. With such sentiment and deviance in her heart, an unsanctioned journey to this planet would be seen as suspicious, and worth investigating. If her feelings went as far as revolutionary, then she'd be branded a traitor, and what would happen to her and her family? Well, Saiyans weren't exactly known for their kind and forgiving nature. Hell, even if Lettice was telling the truth, the decision to go find Vampa's Claw was a foolish one. To join an outcasted group of failed experiments initially left to die, on the pretense of politics? Please. Kail was no idiot.
Besides, the woman was talking to the wrong man about her own life and beliefs, and trying to appeal to his emotion. Perhaps that would have worked with any other guard, but fear of such was exactly why the Saiyan had chosen to guard Lettice herself. He was heartless when it came to outsiders, especially other Saiyans. He was older than Hakusai, nine years old compared to her six years old, when he had been brought before Doctor Komatsuna all those years ago. He understood what was going on at the time much better than she had, and realized quickly what had happened when they were dropped off on Planet Vampa.
This is a chance to be immortalized in the Saiyan History Books. This is a chance to serve our people. A chance to show the Saiyans what real power looks like. We will be heroes at the end of this month. And you Kail, will be our little champion.
That was what his father said to him when they first arrived at the laboratory for testing on that fateful day. His parents never made it off of Planet Vampa. Instead of being known as heroes, they were ousted to some feral planet to die, and their existence wiped from public records. They were one of the military's best kept secrets. A mistake that they prayed would be erased on their own. But they hadn't. Vampa's Claw had persevered against all odds, and though they had lost many on the way, were just trying to rebuild. They had nothing in common with this woman. This revolutionary wannabe. She sauntered into this place as if this was a military recruitment office, wondering where she could sign up and "join the ranks". Her words only served to further how little she truly understood.
Vampa's Claw was not a military organization. They were a family. Even if they weren't all connected by the blood coursing through their veins, the blood spilled on Vampa, and the blood spilled on Vegeta bonded them together, tighter than any DNA Test could ever indicate. Every elder, man, woman and child was like a brother or a sister to him. Hakusai was held even closer due to actual blood relation, but he did not ignore the rest of his people. And he'd be damned if everything was ripped apart due to an outsider.
"If it is decided you will die, then you will die as you see fit. Your personal preference means little to nothing." The Saiyan Tribesman said, running a hand across his chest, trailing the outline of his scars, as he looked outside briefly. Something about tonight wasn't right....they had caught the intruder, sure, and there was no other reports from the guards. Everything should proceed smoothly
But why did he get such a bad feeling?
Finally, it seemed, the commotion was well under control, and the tribe was back to work. The guards took up their posts, while the rest of the men and women returned to their various pre-festival duties. The smell of cooking and well seasoned meat filled the air, along with the grunts of exertion as stakes were planted into the ground. Hakusai had just finished hoisting up a rather large wooden stake and implanting it into the ground by herself, when she caught the eye of a certain Saiyan woman standing amongst the crowd not too far from herself. However, it wasn't the look of someone who was suspicious and looking for suspects. No, Hakusai's look was one of annoyance, and she called out to Cassava a minute later.
"No slacking! If you're not five or eighty-five, you better get off your ass and start working! You!" The Chieftess yelled aggressively, pointing at Cassava directly, before pointing to the floor before her,"Get on over here! You're helping me with the next wooden stake." She yelled from across the encampment. Grab the damn thing, lift it up and throw it to me, and I'll impale it into the ground. Got that? Everyone's gotta pitch in with the preparation and the cleanup. You'll have the whole festival to relax!"
It was less a suggestion, and more of a direct order. Cassava had successfully made it into the encampment, but her days of passive observation was now over. Thankfully, Hakusai the tribe, while not excessively huge, was not small either. That way, the Chieftess couldn't say she knew every single person by face, and Cassava's attire seemed to relatively match the general garb of her people. However, too much close interaction with the Chieftess could allow Hakusai the chance to realize that Cassava's face was too new to have been living here for so long. But on the flip side, close quarters with the Chieftess could warrant something useful, if the cards were played right. Either way, she could hardly refuse the Saiyaness's orders.
It was time for some festival prep.
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Post by Cassava on Mar 26, 2019 9:32:51 GMT -5
While she tried her best to file into the encampment in full Nomadic attire, perhaps the Saiyan warrior fit in too well.
She got up close and personal with the locals. Maybe she was so enamored by her surroundings she failed to notice she was the only person not doing something related to work or the festivities. Quickly however, she would be corrected.
The Chieftess herself barked towards Cassava. The woman’s honey colored eyes lit up as she felt like a kid caught in class sleeping. She nodded and cleared her throat in response to the quick berating by the strong female leader.
“R-Right!” Cassava moved right away after being instructed to help with the stakes. If you could call them that. They were huge.
The Saiyan walked towards the wooden stake and plucked it from the ground with relative ease. With a hefty but precise toss the giant piece of deceased tree hurled towards the Chieftess to drive it into the ground. Though, Cassava wondered if she was done. The woman mentioned, stakes, as in plural. Lord knows that she would get caught up on a mission with the possible enemy. Still, perhaps she could use this time to her advantage.
She hoisted up yet another stake after the first was complete, and so on.
“Guh!” She professed while hurling. She had to at least make it seem like she was struggling.
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Post by Lettice on Mar 26, 2019 22:04:04 GMT -5
Lettice sighed. The disappointment was all too heavy. She wasn't sure if it was more about herself or these people. They didn't seem like they were ones for causes after all and after hearing how this man talked it was clear they were not about their blood and more about themselves. But what hope could these barbarians have compared to the fleet of heavily armed Saiyan's? Who among them could stand up to a heavily armored and well nourished force? Lettice figured none of them could and so it made it all that more embarrassing she was caught. While the man explained away her remarks Lettice looked around for anything useful. Perhaps there was something around her that was useful? Maybe something she could kick up in his face and get away during a distraction? Her hands were bound and so were her legs. She couldn't even move her tail. She looked for a flap perhaps under the tent, surely there could be something there she could roll under during a commotion, a commotion hopefully started by Cassava. Or maybe these people will get drunk and stupid, leading to a possibility to literally roll out of her predicament she had gotten herself into. So Lettice stayed silent. Waiting. ...but waiting was getting boring, finally she gave out a sigh after an awkward silence "Look. I'd rather help your people then harm them. If I was looking to harm them I'd be outside this planet blasting away from orbit from a space vessel. But I'm not. I'm on foot." she stated with frustration. She was getting tired of this back and forth charade.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 27, 2019 23:49:22 GMT -5
Kail sighed heavily. He couldn't believe the woman was still talking of her nonsense. Every word she said, every sentence, only solidified his decision as the right one. Simply because she decided to spy on the encampment in person, means she should be trusted? And who was to say she didn't have others observing them? At the present moment, the Saiyan male had no reason to trust her, and almost every reason to not trust her.
Instead of responding, Kail decided to simply keep his mouth shut. He usually did anyway. While jovial around his sister, the Chieftess's right hand man was usually known as reserved, even around his own people. The silent guardian of the Chieftess, usually only speaking when addressed, or when it was imperative that he do so. And even when he did choose to open his mouth, he didn't mince words. Ironically, the only exception to this general rule of thumb was in his conversation with Lettice, if one could even call it a "conversation". However, that could mostly be attributed to the hatred that Kail had for other Saiyans outside of Vampa's Claw, and the fact that to him, Lettice was already guilty. If it were up to him, he probably would've evaporated the woman right then and there, with little questions asked. Hell, even if he did so now, he doubted he would get much flack for it. Despite the relatively stable condition the tribe was in, and how happy they appeared to be, every man, woman and child had been through hell and back, regardless of how young or how old. They were conditioned for violence. They needed to be, in order to survive, and each and every single one of them knew that family came before everything else. To kill an outsider, was no different than killing the prey for that night's dinner. It was the way of the Vampa's Claw.
To Kail, Lettice was not a fellow Saiyan.
She was simply another animal, one that they had not decided to kill just yet. And once the word was given, he was eliminate her like one.
It was actually a combination of luck and circumstance that Cassava managed to get away without Hakusai seeing through the disguise. The Saiyan Chieftess had spent years with the members of Vampa's Claw, the majority being present since the beginning, and all new members of the tribe were child offspring of already current tribespeople, and thus Hakusai got to see them grow up. As such, Cassava would have most definitely been an unfamiliar face. But the current excitement whipped up from the upcoming celebration, paired with the ever-lying mystery of exactly who Lettice was provided sufficient distraction for the woman, which placed her focus elsewhere. However, it was safe to say that whatever Cassava had planned, she better enact it fast, before Hakusai had too much chances to study Cassava's face, before declaring it as unfamiliar.
Grinning, Hakusai flew forward, catching the huge stake once it was tossed her way, the woman vaulting forward, her arms wrapping around the large stake, lifting it with relative ease, before soaring over to an open area. With a yell of exertion, Hakusai lifted the stake vertically over her own head before sending it crashing towards the ground, impaling the stake deep into the earth, kicking the top of the stake a moment to cement it into the ground, to prevent the rather large and heavy thing from toppling over.
And then came the next, then the next and the next. It was long, and somewhat strenuous, work, but it seemed to pay off, for soon the stakes were all settled in a rather symbolic pattern. The setting of the stakes brought about scores of cheering from the various tribespeople, as the final preparations were put into place.
The Yoake Celebration was almost upon them!
"Good work!" Hakusai praised Cassava, looking to her briefly, before yelling out at the top of her lungs, addressing the entire encampment. However, before she could get a word out, she hesitated, and then turned back to the Saiyan woman, and her eyes narrowed. Then she took a step forward, looking Cassava up and down. Then came the fateful question.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Mar 29, 2019 5:16:03 GMT -5
Cassava was working hard, even for a Super Saiyan. Beads of glistening sweat dotted her brow. She quickly wiped them away before moving on to another stake, then yet another. It had felt like a good half hour before they we're complete to the chieftess's liking, but soon the tribal woman let out a compliment to the entire tribe. Cassava had made it this far, but she probably wasn't going to make it past the prying eye of this watchful leader. The lieutenant chewed on her lip. She was frustrated as Hakusai looked her up and down. It was clear that she had been caught as a stranger, but how this woman would react was unknown to Cassava. “My name is Cassava, and I'll be blunt. I'm not here to interrupt the festivities, but I was sent by a certain air headed general who aims to reclaim this planet, not sure if you've heard of a man called Aragula.”Dead silence engulfed the festive encampment as Cassava told the chieftess the utter truth. Her fierce honey gaze locked on the other woman, her grin still apparent.
“It also just so happens there is a little fly on this rock too, one that I'm sure everyone in this encampment wants to stomp out,”Cassava reached for the dynocap that held the book of Abura. She quickly retrieved the artifact, her dull expression remaining as she tossed the book towards the Chieftess. “Your people weren't the only Saiyans subjected to this experimentation. Despite the initial trials, my father selected me for procedures. I can't imagine your pain and wrath, but I could help ease it.”
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Post by Lettice on Mar 29, 2019 13:58:21 GMT -5
Lettice couldn't just sit there. She could, but what if Cassava failed infiltration? What if she got caught? Or worse, what if she had to back out of the operation altogether in favor of a new approach. The conversation between Lettice and Kail had dried up and any attempt to placate to any part of their collective being that wasn't jaded or torn away from them failed. It would seem these people were truly disenfranchised from everything but themselves. But what if that isn't such a bad thing? Was Lettice on the right side? Who is to say that the great Saiyan restart shouldn't be from bare bones? Maybe Kail had a point. Aragula was technically still part of the "system" and other then it sounding more of a "stick it to the man" phrasing it made sense. What if the best change to the goodness of Saiyan's is to start fresh. To start from the beginning of their origins. As Lettice understood it, the Saiyan's started out feral and these people mirrored that quite a bit. They just need the right direction, Lettice felt. But none of that helped her now. Lettice didn't want to die here and she highly doubted in the immunity she may have from a fortunate distraction. She had to approach this now. She had to get out now. Noticing Kail was prone to look outside now and again like anyone else, she hoped maybe she could roll under a flap in the tent out of the back and then shoot off into the sky as quickly as possible. It would either be her death, or her only escape. To her, she had little choice. So she waited... waited... then as Kail looked away she went for it. Attempting to roll underneath the tent and shoot off into the skies. Hands and legs bound like a torpedo... that was the plan anyway.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Mar 30, 2019 14:17:42 GMT -5
The woman was silent. Her face did not show anger, nor did it show happiness or joy. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were drawn in a line. All in all, she portrayed an expression of neutral seriousness. But inside her mind?
Oh god damn, it was a mess of emotions. And amongst them all, anger was reigning supreme. The book....that book.
Hakusai's robotic arm vaulted forward, and in one smooth motion, she practically ripped the book out of Cassava's hands. She turned it over, her organic hand rubbing over the surface, before recoiling, as if it was some cursed text she wasn't supposed to read. It was the book. That damned book.
The book that signaled the end of life as she knew it. Doctor Abura Komatsuna made her, and all the original members of Vampa's Claw, read the text, study it and memorize it. He wanted them to understand his philosophy, his drive. He wanted them to see the experiment as...fulfilling a prophecy, as the first step to salvation. At the time, while the task was annoying and tedious, they had done it without much hesitation, or resistance. But now, reflecting back on it, Hakusai resented it. He knew he was going to ruin their lives. Abura knew what he was doing, and it was all deliberate. He didn't care about the people he was experimenting on.
All he cared about were the results. Souls be damned.
And to know he was on this planet...and this....this "General Aragula" was planning to invade and rip their home from them. It lit a fire of rage in the pit of Hakusai's stomach. The Saiyan Dominion had already taken more from them than they could ever get back. And now, when they had finally found a home, a place where they could be happy, the Saiyan Dominion had to come and rip that away from them too?
This woman...she came here to warn them of the invasion?
"Damn it!" She heard Kail's voice from behind her. Spinning on her heel, she caught sight of her brother scrambling out of the tent, and a flash of black hair as she saw Lettice shoot past her into the air. Heads turned throughout the encampment as yet another disturbance brought attention away from the festivities. She could see the anger in Kail's face, as he reared his hand back, a golden sphere of Ki coalescing in his hand. His power level soared as he prepared to obliterate the "enemy" before she could get away.
"Kail! Enough!" Hakusai ordered, turning towards her brother. Kail's eyes drifted towards her, and he hesitated for a moment, before dispersing the energy sphere, his power level plummeting.
Grimacing, Hakusai turned back to Cassava, looking her up and down one more time before speaking.
"If what you say is true....then you must know what happens next. If you work for the General, and plan to continue doing so, then you better run from here as fast as you can. As for the Doctor, I'm going to slow rend him....limb from limb, before destroying any type of base he has on this planet. Obliterating it. Then....that General? I will destroy whatever fleet he has above this planet."
Her eyes met Kail's, before Hakusai suddenly began to speak rapidly to the older man in a strange language, the words rushed, yet smooth in their flow. It became clear that the woman was updating her brother as to what was happening, and his look of surprise, replaced by a dark anger a moment later was an indication that he reflected her sentiment. Hakusai's gaze returned to Cassava one last time.
"So what do you choose. What are you doing here? Are you gonna try and destroy us too....or are you going to help us defend our home?"
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Post by Cassava on Mar 31, 2019 13:22:20 GMT -5
The book of Dr. Komatsuna gave her in the beginning was snatched from her hands. Still, Cassava wasn't threatened by the brash actions of the Chieftess. No, she understood what sort of wrath this woman carried towards the doctor who inflicted so much turmoil upon her personally, and her people. Even the generations to come afterwards may have some sort of lingering side effects due to whatever their parents endured. It was a mess, one that no one seemed to be covering up. No, Abura admitted to this openly; a man experimenting upon his own people for personal gain.
Just then the commotion of Kail and Lettice took both women's attention. The power level of this man seemed to soar as he clearly intended to annihilate the older Saiyan woman. Yet, at the prompt command of his kin, he powered down and quickly changed his tone. Cassava cleared her throat and waited, her wary eyes looking towards Lettice as they lay idle.
Cassava clenched her fist as she waited on the brother and sister to catch up with one another. Clearly, they were both perplexed by this revelation. The Lieutenant wondered if they had even noticed the ships overhead, it was only when the woman uttered her next words that Cassava had to really think.
Run, why would she run and fight alongside people she barely cared for? To further a Dominion's objectives that she didn't agree with? No, Cassava was here to get her hands dirty and redirect the Dominion into a vision she felt would work with the rest of the galaxy. It would do her not good to play into others plans. Still, she had no idea what Lettice would think of such an act. Abandoning a mission for a moral vengeance.
"I'm not the type to run Chieftess. I'll be blunt. I don't agree with Aragula nor Abura. I took this job to get a better understanding of his intentions, and whether or not I agree with them. I will work with your tribe, as I feel pity for your people and your plight. Besides, my people hold a special spot in my heart, whether or not they give a shit about me." Cassava noted, her golden hues looking back towards her partner in all of this.
"My plans were to be secretive here, but my associate got caught. If you allow her freedom, perhaps she will fight alongside us as well?" Cassava turned on her heel, her direction directing back towards Hakusai and her brother.
"I'd hate to ruin the festivities though. . ."
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Post by Lettice on Mar 31, 2019 23:30:19 GMT -5
She was free! It worked! Lettice smiled as she soared through the skies like a rocket. After she had gone what she felt was a reasonable distance from the camp, that is far enough to see the camp but not so close as to perhaps get detected, she did an immediate nose dive into the large mountains trees below and slammed her feet on one of the branches. She had not felt any power levels follow her trajectory, not even small ones. Perhaps she got away without them noticing? No. Impossible. It was more likely that they weren't threatened by her. Lettice didn't care though as of right now it was about survival and getting back to the camp. It was crazy to think that way but it was how a soldier was trained from the start to do, to go back into battle. Getting these bindings off was going to be awkward, but they were just bindings. While Lettice may not be the strongest in the universe her power level wasn't anything to laugh at either. Perhaps these bindings were primitive enough she could just power up and break out. Gritting her teeth, Lettice began to pull her wrists apart in an attempt to break the bindings "Grrrr... eerrrRRRRRR!!" she grimaced building her power level up stronger and stronger to break the powerful energy that held her together. Finally the metal breaks and a wispy sound echoes after. She was free... now to head on back. Lettice shoots off back in the direction she came from, being careful to lower her power level down. She decided to circle above the camp for some time, attempting to keep her distance to spot how Cassava was doing.
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