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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Sept 5, 2019 21:15:16 GMT -8
It really did seem to be useful to know how to read. There was only so much one could learn from oral teaching. Presumably, Kayle learned all of those details about the person in the pod from reading all of the symbols on the screens and signs. A Tuffle with the genes of a Saiyan. "DNA" was another fanciful Tuffle word, but based on the context of the situations she'd heard it in, it probably meant something akin to "blood". This was a Tuffle who for some reason or another, was given Saiyan blood. Which explained why his smell was, upon closer inspection, almost exactly Saiyan, but... just a slight tinge off. Almost like perfectly good fruit that had a hint of artificial sweeteners put into it. Which was what her guards occasionally teased her with when she was making do with her daily serving of 'nutrient paste'. Her eyebrows furrowed as the strange Tuffle with Saiyan blood emerged from the tank and attempted in vain to remove his restraints in an unusual manner. Wasn't it more practical to use both his hands to free himself from the collar? Her father once mentioned something about Tuffles and city-folk caring about something called 'modesty', but he never really elaborated on it. This strange idea that made one embarrassed of being fully exposed to other people. Maybe the Tuffles got that from having weak physiques, and many of the city-folk from having grown fat and spoiled. Konja would never be ashamed of her exposed body. Every inch was a testament to her hard work and training, the pride of Clan Korm's discipline and diligence. Sweat, blood, tears... everything. Of course, it was really just their fault for allowing themselves to grow fat or skinny. She didn't see anything wrong with this one, though. A little on the lean side, but those were good at being fast and lithe. Ah, but what did that matter? He sounded remorseful and resigned to some deathly fate as gave them the passcodes and begged them to hurry and free any others. He wasn't wrong. The only things keeping the yam farmer from beating him into a mushy pulp were the fact that in his depowered state, it wouldn't be a fair fight and the fact that he was just as much a victim as they were. A victim of his own people's mad obsession with experimentation... why did they do this? How could your own people betray you in such a disgusting fashion? This rage against the Tuffles grew more as she fidgeted with her hands, opening and closing her fists in anxious indecision. He was a Tuffle... but he was also a Saiyan now... and it seemed that they treated him as more of the latter. Konja sighed. How she missed the days when things were much simpler. When a Saiyan was a Saiyan and a Tuffle was a Tuffle... then she wouldn't have to put up with such a dilemma as this. Kayle went on to introduce himself and decide to drag him along for the rest of the search while leading the way out and giving him an opportunity to get dressed. The yam farmer turned aside, keeping the shadow of the strange fused Tuffle within her peripheral vision. Once he had finished, she faced him again and took her own term. "Jack Aspic, was it? I am Konja of Clan Korm. If Kayle knows you enough to give his trust then I will also let you see my back. But know that if you do strike it... I shall return that favour tenfold."Konja followed after her friend back into the hall and resumed the search. She'd seen Tuffles use their blasted keypads before, of course. Or at least, the times that they didn't just use voice commands to input their codes. But she had no idea how to read these numbers... Not wanting to have to bother with copying Kayle's typing, she just continued using the earlier method of prying them open and connecting the proper wires... [676/7088] Cayle Pota Jack Pota |
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Post by Jack Pota on Sept 6, 2019 18:07:49 GMT -8
He listened intently, and Jack dropped his head in despair and shock when he heard from Kayle that most of the Saiyans they encountered had already been terminated. The chances were high that many others were terminated as well. This wasn't the way he envisioned it happening. His hopes were being crushed by his father's will and ideals. Jack's body tensed up tightly as his despair morphed into rage as his shared Saiyan Blood boiled with fury. He wouldn't be able to hold it in for long before the anger completely overwhelmed his rationality.
However, that rage was temporarily buried down when Kayle informed Jack that he trusted him. That meant the world to him, even though he doubted he was worthy of such an honor from Kayle. Then it came to be that Konja was willing to give him a chance as well. These two...they certainly were the best, weren't they? Jack's eyes then started to water from what he saw as a big act of kindness that they weren't obligated to give, but they did so willingly wanting his help. He finally smiled to himself for the first time in many years. For such kindness, he took it upon himself that they both would have his loyalty and respect for as long as he had theirs.
Once he had his privacy, he found his rage bubbling up again as he tore his restraints off of himself and removed the plastic sheet from the mannequin before he quickly and aggressively put his outfit on and tightened all of the belts and buckles. Finally...he was back...with vengeance! He glanced over at the desk like a wild animal and proceeded to wreck the entire room, including smashing the picture frame on the floor and yanking the pod aggressively to the floor with a loud crash. He was making far too much noise, but he frankly didn't care because he was on a warpath; off the rails at full speed.
Jack quickly stormed out of the trashed room with sparks flashing and broken glass and wires strewn all over the floor as the moved toward the next room adjacent to his own, and inputted the pin into the keypad without a plan whatsoever. The door opened and the turret whirred to life as it aimed straight at him. "Annoying insect. Die." Jack said cruelly as he impulsively raised his right hand, and a white sphere of energy the size of a basketball sparked to life with white electricity sparking around it before it fired as a straight linear blast that caused the turret to explode on impact, raining burnt metal shards down.
It was indeed a thrilling feeling for him to discover this new power, but his hatred grew when he saw the dissected carcass of a Saiyan on the floor of the room he just opened. Still, he quickly walked over to the computers and masterfully and safely removed the hard drives from their connections before returning to Kayle silently as he held out the stack of hard drives he procured.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Sept 8, 2019 22:48:52 GMT -8
Kayle smirked at Konja’s statement, his icy blue eyes narrowing for a moment as if speaking to himself and speaking with body language in addition to the standard speech. If Jack tried to betray them there would be none of the Tuffle left to take revenge upon when Kayle was done with him. The fact that the Tuffle had his DNA meant that the Tuffle was his responsibility. It didn’t mean that Jack was his brother or son or something, but his own blood would not be used as a weapon against Saiyankind more than once.
As Konja and Jack went about their business, Kayle began to do the same. He entered the key presses which Jack had told him to press by telling him the number, and he entered the room without the Turret dropping down. The key code was enough to keep it neutralized, at least in this emergency situation, but there was no way that Jack could have known that before. As it stood now, the Saiyan former farm boy began to go through he room, looking from spot to spot. There were several pods, as well as one computer program which had begun to count down.
Flickering from one of the monitor’s connected to the computer were words.
“Here’s a final game, Kayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset. Prove that you are as much my child as you are the man who birthed you. Inside of these five cryostasis pods are five living Saiyans. Two of which are people from your own testing group. You have five minutes from the time this computer detects your genetag to successfully give it a command to stop the cryostasis pods from killing my precious test subjects. It‘s too bad for you that you killed my son on sight, isn‘t it?” the prerecorded message declared, assuming to know Kayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset and what he would do when given free will.
He stopped for a moment, before shouting. “Konja Korm, Jack Aspic. Get here right now! I need your help with this and I can’t waste any time!” the Saiyan peasant’s voice rang throughout the entire facility when he shouted, but then the young man went to work. He left the keyboard alone aside from hitting the enter and escape keys three times, as he had seen them do to take console command of the computers before. Instead, the screen just changed.
“You’re wasting time if you thought a simple thing as the enter-exit method would work to give you control over the command console.” the numbers kept counting down. “You’re going to have to either remember the commands that your captors put in to freeze or unfreeze yourself and your compatriots or you’re going to have to find something else.”
The Saiyan farm boy began to think as hard as he could about what he had seen but could not think of a single simple set of codes to put in. He looked around the room and saw rubble from the earthquakes and the more minor tremors caused by the Volcano and its activity, but saw no keys or anything so simple as that.
Jack could try to use that Tuffle brain of his to do things the Tuffle way and try to free the others. Kayle picked up one of the shards of ferroconcrete which was used to hold the building up and which had fallen when the tremors hit, and he began to hammer at the glass of the middle machine. He knew how the emergency protocols worked on the Pickle Jars. The Cryostasis Machines were meant to drain and resuscitate at the sound and touch of a crack on their reinforced stellar glass casings. Kayle began to hammer, hammer, hammer, but then realized that it was going to do nothing. Hammering away like this would do nothing but make him feel stupid there was not even a slight shatter.
In the background, the computer beeped a melody that seemed almost to be familiar. It was familiar. But not as a melody, as a hummed memetic device to make sure guards didn’t forget an important thing. If it was meat it’s aspic, if it’s veggies it’s a pickle, if it’s fruit it’s jam.
Before his friends could get there, Kayle rushed to the machine. It was a long shot, but he tried it. Jay, aye, em. Jam.
The counter stopped, and the screen flickered. “So you’ve passed the first of my tests. You can tell the difference between a pickle, aspic, or jam. You could tell that when you decided to kill my son, couldn’t you?”
The Saiyan’s eyebrow twitched.
“More challenges await, Saiyajin. Don’t think that it is getting easier. You once told me after a game of battle chess which kept you being able to eat for a week in the balance- that it did not matter what it was, words or mental gymnastics, warfare or muscle growth. You wouldn’t stop until you killed me and all my kind… do you really think you have the strength, peasant who’s village wrote off as being eaten by white fangs?”
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Sept 13, 2019 5:57:59 GMT -8
The next room was easier to clear out, mainly because it was something Konja was more familiar with. A storage room, for food supplies. The first locker was full of those tightly wrapped ration bars most memorable for a sickening artificial sweetness similar to but not quite the same as Beet Town's aforementioned crimson produce. Awfully imbalanced taste, especially for a farm girl who ate natural flavours with virtually no additives outside of salt, but it would fill their stomachs and give enough energy. Though she had to wonder which of the two was worse... dried meat of questionable taste implying a questionable age, or perfectly preserved mixed nut and grain bars sweetened with unknown artificial substances? Konja stuffed as many ration packs as possible into the pod before moving on to the next locker, which turned up empty. So did the next, and the next, and the next, all the way down to the end of the room and across. Apparently, the Tuffles left in a hurry and missed this one locker. What a fortunate discovery for them. That was when Kayle's voice called out, this time for two names. What an oddly satisfying, if somewhat disturbing feeling. On the one hand, there were three of them now. On the other hand, one was half Saiyan, a Tuffle, if one who was... against her usual judgement, treated with the same cruelty. She still had to take some time to understand what this all meant. Things were so black and white for her before they put her away. Not at all helped by Colonel Weetsop's gloating. But now, with this Jack Aspic, things weren't as crystal clear. Konja rushed over to the room where Kayle's voice had come from, just in time to see five pods begin to drain. These were kept alive. Unlike the other rooms she had investigated, there were living Saiyans in this one. And Kayle had done something to free them. What training had he undergone, that he now somehow understood the Tuffle language and the use of their blasted machines? The yam farmer stood and watched as the pod nearest to her, housing an old man, drained its biogel and began the awakening process. She wasn't familiar with him, but she was very well brought up with the sensible cultural norms of respecting the elderly, who were strong and wise enough to survive on their harsh planet long enough to reach their twilight years. As the pod popped open and his eyes began to part, Konja took the initiative to give him a hand to reach out to, to guide him as he woke and stepped outside. His first step was a slippery one and had she not kept him grounded, he would have certainly gone all the way down. "-wrath of Fiddar of Clan Fren!" were the first words out of his mouth as he raised his fist. Other hand still held securely, he began to look around at the darkened laboratory in confusion. "I... what? Where are those accursed Tuffles?!""Elder Fiddar," Konja bowed, "Please calm down. The Tuffles have left. To where, I know not... but for now, we are free."His eyes narrowed and he sighed. "I see." He looked around some more, at the other opening pods, one with a small girl who started crying as soon as she fell out, clasping at her tail like a security blanket. "And there are more of us..." Finally, he turned his attention to the three clothed individuals. "I suppose we have you three to thank for releasing us. Name yourselves, young ones."The yam farmer bowed again. "I am Konja of Clan Korm, a scout of King Vegeta's army... her eyes turned aside. "Disgracefully captured, but I now work to redeem myself of this dishonour.""Huh. So King Vegeta actually managed to get his army going. Clan Fren serves Queen Koriandr... though I suppose at the end of the day, we Saiyans must unite if we are to defeat the techno-supremacist foe..." He gazed over at the little girl crying loudly. "There, there, little one. The big bad Tuffles went away. We'll get you home-"Her stomach rumbled, and so did his. "Scratch that, we'll get you something to eat first!"Konja set down her pod and brought out the granola bars. "I found these Tuffle rations. They're too sweet if you ask me, but when have we let taste get in the way of a filling meal?"Fiddar laughed and grabbed two, tearing one open and giving it to the girl. "Indeed!"Konja gave one to each of the other three, and then to Jack, who last she checked, had not gotten anything to eat either. "I don't know if you're already used to a Saiyan appetite, but even if you are, you're sure to need this." She looked over to Kayle, smiling. "Now, there are even more of us." Not necessarily eight. Not because she was bad at counting. But she didn't have time to count right now. Whether or not it would be interpreted as being a safe number that gave Jack the benefit of the doubt, or a simple impatient non-counted numerical word, would really be up to the person. But Konja was not known to be precise outside of selling yams and haggling the value of bartered items she was taking in exchange for her farm's yams. [900/7988] Jack Pota Cayle Pota |
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Post by Jack Pota on Sept 16, 2019 7:34:04 GMT -8
Jack was just on his way back to Kayle when he heard him call out for aid, to which he quickened his pace with two hard drives in hand. Fortunately for all of them, the five pods were draining and reviving the five Saiyans that were being held against their will in the facility. It certainly was under his impression that his father had left behind a game of wits in an attempt to get to the Saiyan farmer after the facility had been abandoned, but Kayle had proven himself more clever than what his father had expected of him. Granted, his father assumed that Kayle would have taken his frustration and anger out on Jack, but his life was spared. This certainly could come back to haunt Dr. Aspic and put all of his plans at risk because now his master plan could be blown wide-open and exposed with Jack's technological expertise as someone quite familiar with data and code. The freedom of these Saiyans as well as Elder Fiddar of Clan Fren was enough to calm himself down and he bowed respectfully to the elder before rising again. "I am Jack Aspic, son of the vile doctor that had imprisoned you all here. Once, I tried freeing Saiyans from the experiments after I had learned of what was being done to each of you... As a result, I was captured, beaten, and subjected to the same experiments before my genetic code was spliced and infused with the DNA of a Saiyan via blood transfusion. For three days my body was in excruciating pain as the mix of genetic code assaulted my body violently, but they forced me to live by pumping me with drugs and fluids until my body completely accepted the Saiyan blood. I then swore to myself that I would see to the survival of the Saiyan race, and the judgement of all the Tuffles that have wronged you people. Only today have I learned, from my father's data, that the blood of Kayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset now flows within my veins." Jack finally explained to the group after unwrapping the bar that Konja had offered him and ravenously consuming it, but not nearly slating the Saiyan hunger that his body had developed. However, it was just sufficient for the time being. Jack then walked towards Kayle and offered him the two hard drives that he had procured from his room. "Here, I found these in the room you discovered me in. I should be able to discern their contents later with a proper setup after we all escape this facility in time." Jack said calmly to Kayle while he waited for him to take the hard drives and then decide on their next coarse of action for escape. [465/1959] Cayle Pota Konja of Clan Korm |
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Post by Cayle Pota on Sept 17, 2019 13:59:40 GMT -8
After reading the words from Doctor Aspic, the dark brown haired Saiyan peasant turned would be warrior shook with a moment of rage and irritation before he could properly greet his fellow Saiyans and watch them thaw out. By the time they had, Konja and Jack had joined him, and the dark brown haired Saiyan was still silent. His eyes narrowed as the old man responded that way, but his fist balled up as the little Saiyan girl cried like that. His own little sister could have been dealing with that same issue, those same tears. Even if she hadn’t, it was still unacceptable to him. Without a word, he took off the clothes he was wearing, pilfered from the corpse of the adventurer who had come so close to freeing him at some point before. His jacket was folded and put upon a table, while his shirt and sash was tossed to the little girl‘s, the Saiyan child still too shocked to catch them even in Kayle’s imagination as she held her tail in her hands like it was a teddy bear. He threw his pants at the old man, his boots at the pair of teenage siblings who were clinging to each other in fear or exaltation when it came to surviving the thing which the surely thought would kill them. Following this, he looked around the room and then threw the jacket to the buxom saiyan woman who could have easily been the child’s mother. Despite having her arms crossed in anger before this and after this, she caught the jacket and slipped it on. The broad shouldered, lithe muscled Saiyan farm boy looked across the room in the buff and it was clear that despite his supposed gentler treatment he had received plenty of pain at the hands of the Tuffle Science Executive. All across his upper torso and back were little scars, burn marks, and scar tissue from injuries. The wild haired Saiyan farm boy looked for a moment at the group before turning from them and slipping towards a few packages that were hidden away in a spot which some might not notice. An armory of sorts, where he found two Tuffle Science Executive security uniforms and something he had never seen before. It looked like a pair of grey camouflage and midnight black version of a Sadalan suit of military grade armor, but without the armored plates at the waist or the groin. It’s plates were covered in some strange camouflage pattern of dark grey tones, and the suit was folded up with a pair of dark grey combat boots and dark grey gloves. He tossed the Tuffle Science Executive security uniforms to the twins and the black hiking books he had been wearing to the older woman before slipping this new fangled armored suit upon his body. He planned to shield the group if he could, this would help. “Miss, would you help her put the vest and sash on? It‘s unbecoming for us to all wear clothes when she stands there scared.” he asked her because she looked motherly, at least like what he remembered his own mother to be- and he expected that would mean that she would help the girl out without hesitation. He was wrong. “A glorified peasant would order me to do a peasant‘s work? I am a warrior, an elite, of Archduke Okra‘s Army. You will not refer to me as miss and you will not presume to command me to do a damn thing! Or you will face the wrath of Tara of Clan Taro!” she went so far as to presume to power up at him, and Kayle slipped the boots on as she did. He did not interrupt her action or stop her as she tried to intimidate the group with her powering up. It was not until she finished and he had slipped the last of his fingers into the dark grey gloves that he took action. “Konja, Jack, please stay out of this.” he said, before stepping forward to power up on his own. He did not bother to say another word, just standing a few feet from her as the sheer force of his power level and powering up cause a breeze in the room and made the jacket flutter like it was a pleated skirt. The twins whispered to each other. “His power level….” “It’s over 3000!” and so it was. Despite being a peasant, born to the lowest of low class Saiyans, somehow simply by surviving until this point and fighting he had gained the power of what one would consider a mid-class elite. “You say you serve Archduke Okra. Elder Fiddar serves Queen Koriandr. Neither of them are here to save you. It is I, Kayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, son of Potaset Potaset, himself son of Potaset Pota, himself son of Pota Onio, himself son of Onio Pta, himself the son of Pota the Proud. If you want to call yourself an elite when you were captured by the Tuffles and experimented on, when you were deemed so low value you were going to be a guilt trip if I didn‘t save you? Then you can call me King Kayle Pota, Sovereign of the Pickled Saiyans. Because I‘m the one who saved you, we‘re the ones who will save everyone in this facility we can. Do not disrespect me, or my friends, ever again.”He allowed his anger, his passion, his instinctive rage to flow through him for a moment and then he punctuated the statement by punching the steel table which was nearest to him, causing it to crumple. He did not say another word, allowing himself to calm and his power level to drop to its normal levels, before walking to the little girl and dropping into a crouch. “Hi! I’m Kayle, and I don’t know if we can find your mommy or daddy or siblings, but we’re going to try. Until then you can call me Uncle Kayle, and if you need help? I’m happy to give you it, okay, kiddo?” he then went on to help clothe her in the vest, tying it closely and accurately that it was closer to a mid-sized dress on her than a vest. Then he stopped doing anything at all, walking to Jack to pat him on the shoulder and take the hard drives, putting them in the satchel which he had placed on the ground before stipping and redressing. He slipped the satchel back on his shoulder and gave a nod to Jack. “For now maybe just… call yourself Jack Pota, son of Pota Potaset. Might be easier for people to deal with for the moment.” then he turned to the others and pointed at the alarm system. It once again went off with its klaxons and count down. “We’ve got until the timer goes down to get out of here, because I don’t even think we Saiyans could survive a Volcano’s heat.”He then led the group towards the exit of the room and towards the next room, offering the little girl a ride on one of his bent arms to half-hold her, and offering her a piece of that questionable jerky as he did. [1212/6400] Jack Pota Aspic Konja of Clan Korm of Clan Korm |
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Sept 21, 2019 2:38:54 GMT -8
Queen Koriandr, Archduke Okra, King Vegeta, and now, whatever clans those two others came from. The child, depending on how old she was when taken, might not even have had any time to connect to her clan. It was here, with everyone from these pods, naked and removed of any sort of regalia and identification other than their own words, where Konja began to think about the matter. In the end, they were all equally just Saiyan. And depending on how true Jack was to his claims, there was a possibility - much as she internally raged, whether it was about how they gave a Tuffle Saiyan blood or was it about the general cruelty of the people that their own sons and daughters could be subject to this cruelty - that yes, even Jack himself could earn a place among them. Not because of his blood. It was adulterated and impure. But because of his deeds. Each clan had a culture and sovereign. That was what divided Saiyans. It was under Tuffle custody that this yam farmer had first even thought of the idea of a unified Saiyan race. Sure, the King went on and on about that in his speeches, but then he would follow that with a tally of his rivals. Queen Koriandr, the "Flaming Star", who ruled some lands to the west with a personal touch from the sky. Archduke Okra of the far north, with the propensity for big words she tended to miss, and an arrogance that infected his elites, as so clearly demonstrated by this large-chested woman Kayle had given his jacket to. Some others, he would go on about, but they weren't names she would recall off the top of her head. The only reason she remembered these rulers at all was because they were mentioned by name. Konja kept quiet as her long-lost friend met a domineering display of power with his own demonstration. It was equally imposing and surprising, enough to liven up the once stale air that stood still in the room. Enough to create a pressure that reminded her of the likes of Captain Koller and the other elites in the King's Army. Combined with the great number of scars and injuries, she had to wonder. Just what did they do to him? Even she didn't have such intense reminders of her time under their ruthless experimentation. Though perhaps, it might have had something to do with how long she had been allowed to wake. Not only did they take Kayle a full three years before the War, but they had put her to sleep after a mere six. If anything, he would have suffered at least twice as she had. It only made sense. Still, this, combined with his aggravated speech, was more than enough to put Tara of Clan Taro in her place. Humiliated and begrudging, it seemed, as she scoffed and stood down, putting on the boots he had thrown her and not much more. Elder Fiddar of Clan Fren, on the other hand, only nodded as he slipped on his new old pair of pants, stroking his white beard as he watched the incident happen. "Yes, well the young Kayle of Clan Pota, who has a power level as high as his reverence of his ancestors is strong, has a very true point."For all his age and title, his frame remained a strong one not all too indicative of his years. While he might have lost some degree of mass, sure, it wasn't as pronounced as some might have imagined. As such, when he shot the Okran Elite a disdainful look, she could only, again, scoff in response. "Strength is the only point I will concede to, Elder of Fren. And for that, I shall cooperate... for now." She crossed her arms and did not stand down. Konja would see that true to her words, Elite didn't even have the respect of elders that was drilled into the yam farmer from as early as she could remember. Fiddar made a sound that was somewhere between a choked cackle and a huff, as he turned away to follow in the direction that Kayle Pota headed. "Boy has an excellent sense of humour, at least," he muttered. "King of the Pickles... hehehe..."For Konja, the wiser decision was more likely than not, to avoid too much discussion with this woman. In the event that they did make it out of here with a larger number of Saiyans, then the one who would most likely split away due to personal loyalties to a ruler who wasn't here was her. As for the little one, she would calm down as "Uncle Kayle", as the big strong Saiyan introduced himself, gave her a nice new dress and said he'd help find mommy and daddy. It wasn't quite beaming or even smiling, but even bewildered confusion was better than the cacophonic crying that she had been doing earlier. That quickly changed to ravenous hunger as she took both the candy bar from the elder and the jerky from "Uncle Kayle". For even the littlest of Saiyans had appetites that spoke of their power. She finished the last morsels with a loud belch that led to a pause... and then a fit of little giggling. One would wonder if such a sound or reaction reminded her of better times. "N... Nalta," the word struggled to make its way out of her mouth as if she had trouble saying it. Konja walked over and stooped down as Kayle stood up, "Is that your name?"She nodded. "I'm Uncle Kayle's friend, Konja." For a rare instance, the yam farmer smiled. She was bad with people and tended to clam up when spoken to, but there was something more reassuring about children. Maybe because she didn't view them as too threatening. "Nice to meet you.""Nice to meet you," the girl parroted, and raised a finger to point at the pod being held behind her back. "Bed!""Ah?" Konja's face twisted into confusion as she tried to figure out what that meant. "Bed!" She stood up on her toes and pointed again as if to emphasize her point. The yam farmer looked behind herself and her eyes fell on the pod, that curiously indestructible pickle jar. Odd that the girl would see it as a bed, unless they put her into it on a regular enough basis that she became accustomed to sleeping in it. But all she could do at that point was nod and agree. "Yes, Nalta, that is my bed. But I'm also using it as a box.""Bed box? I ride up! Bed box!" She jumped up, only as a Saiyan could, high enough that she could deftly land inside the pod, right next to the pile of hard drives and candy bars. Nalta giggled all the way. Well, at least it didn't scare her or anything. Konja's first thought was that if she was crying when they put her in there, then surely the very image of this pod would terrify her again. But no, it seemed as though the opposite was the case. How odd. The yam farmer stood up, causing the little girl to giggle even more. At least she had something to distract herself with. With a sigh of relief, she walked over to Jack and gave him a forceless punch on the shoulder. The kind you would give a friend, though in this case, it lacked even that sort of energy. "Jack Pota," she started. "That suits you better. Let's go."As such, Konja would follow Kayle out the door, and the search for more Saiyans in more rooms would continue. The question was whether how many more there were in this facility. There were already enough to form an expeditionary party. Once they got away from the volcano, the next step would be to find the essentials for survival. And after that... perhaps a way to get home... if that were still possible. [1340/9328] Cayle Pota Jack Pota |
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Post by Jack Pota on Sept 24, 2019 22:07:23 GMT -8
Jack was caught by surprise of Cayle removing articles of clothing and throwing it at the other Saiyans. He was soon witness to seeing his rescuer in the buff, but Jack was filled with a deepening sadness of seeing the scars and burns that his father had created upon the Saiyan's body. I'm going to have to kill father with my own hands if he's still somehow alive...how am I going to cope with that? What purpose will I still serve after all the Saiyans are free and there's nothing left for me to do? Will they even want me around? Jack thought to himself as his own darker thoughts began to surface as he began to space out and looked down at the palms of his own hands. Would he have to bear the sins of his father like shackles until the end of this journey? The child...she had a mother, yes? I can't even remember my mother's face anymore... Did I even have a mother? Jack continued to think to himself in his state of self reflection before his attention was pulled away by the abrupt rises of power level, and Cayle's power level far exceeded his own. Jack then realized what little power he had, originated from Cayle and not himself; he was reliant on others for strength it seemed. Jack also listed closely to Cayle's speech that also insinuated that Jack was his friend. He didn't know how to process this himself because he's never had a friend before, but it was a nice thought all the same.
The suggestion to take up Cayle's clan name was quite overwhelming for Jack, to say the least. Apparently Konja found that it was a name that suited him, as much as Jack seemed to be apprehensive about it himself. As touching and meaningful as it was, Jack could tell that they were indeed running short on time. Be that as it may, Jack continued to follow Cayle's leadership like a good soldier would. It was in this moment that Jack would make his purpose to follow every order and suggestion that Cayle made to him as both his leader and future king that could hopefully unite the clans in this time. Speaking of which, how much time had truly passed? Jack required that statistic at least, to get some idea of exactly where they would be once that escaped the facility.
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Post by Cayle Pota on Sept 24, 2019 23:07:37 GMT -8
When the group had finally gathered, Cayle lead them from the room which they had been occupying. He was silent at the moment, ignoring the faint pains in his stomach that were starting to occur from hunger as he did. The dark brown haired Saiyan was accustomed to the feeling of hunger thanks to his years in the hands of the Tuffle Science Administration, and it was not even bad enough to rumble. As the others began to tuck into their pilfered ration bars he neglected to ask for any. They needed their strength, there was not a question in that.
His icy blue eyes took in every single little detail of their passage as they went, making sure to stay at least five feet in front of the group behind him and making sure that he was careful as he went. For some reason the power to the turrets went out at some point, and now as they went through the rooms looking for survivors and equipment they found a few more pieces of clothes but no enemies. More ration bars and tools, as well as some Tuffle uniforms and even more Saiyan test subjects. While they were able to free them, there was no conversation about it as Kayle told them to dress and follow.
The Alarms had begun to count down until a Volcanic impact. They had begun to count up on the heat which was hitting the area and with every step that the Saiyan former farm boy took he could feel the heat building. He could find out their names when it was done. Through one room, two rooms, three rooms, four, they continued the process of rescuing those frozen in cryo-stasis. Cayle Pota did not so much as instruct the group he had gathered alongside Konja of Clan Korm and Jack Aspic, they were doing it all on their own.
Soon, they had escaped the building and found themselves in sweltering heat. It was not just from the fact they were mid-way up a mountain, but also because they were mid-way up a mountain in the southern hemisphere of a planet when said mountain was about to erupt. As the last of them stepped out the gates of the facility, Kayle could hear a message from up the mountain.
“Error, error, error. Thermal Vent Power Generator error.” it called out across the mountain top and soon Cayle was giving yet another order to the people they had freed and were now trying to lead to safety.
“ABLE BODIED ARE TO CARRY THOSE WHO ARE CHILDREN, WOUNDED, OR ELDERLY. WE HAVE TO GET DOWN THIS MOUNTAIN AND WE HAVE TO GET DOWN IT NOW.” he did not bother to mention flying, that was a skill of the elites, not something which the average Saiyan peasant actually had access to. They simply had to run down the mountain and make sure that no one got left behind. So as the would-be King he called himself earlier, as the would be leader of Saiyankind he was slowly finding it in himself to wish to be, he stood his ground as the others began to run downwards. Focusing his spiritual energy, he cut a wide swath in the soil. A wide swath which would lead the volcano into the channel he was creating, with his spiritual energy blasting downwards and through the Earth ploughing it into a channel and after he had done that, he turned his attention to the mountaintop itself so that he could hammer it with energy blasts to create a funnel. Kayle did not need to know about science or book smarts to do this, though he had been schooled in the Tuffle ideals of those by Doctor Aspic as apart of tests to truly make sure he was intelligent.
Kayle was born a farm boy, a peasant. He knew how to plough like the back of his hand, and he understood how to funnel water because of the desert world that Planet Vegeta was. This could not be much different, but he tried to make sure the channel was at least fiftty feet high and if Konja and Jack were helping him he would instruct them to do so as well.
When it was done, the Saiyan former farm boy moved with his friends and the other ‘warriors’ who had not left, and moved down the mountainside to catch up with the others. He rushed as he did it, but then he saw that they would have further issues. Though they had created a channel for the lava, it was not good enough.
Their was a settlement at the bottom of this mountain path. Its architecture alien, not seeming Tuffle or Saiyan. The Saiyan stopped rushing and began to continue the channel down the mountain, trying to make it keep going until it reached the sea. He would not allow his own ignorance or stupidity to cause the destruction of a city, especially with his people heading down the mountainside towards it.
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