[Landing/Invite]Two Pawns, and a Queen

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The desert sky was dotted with clouds here and there, as a lone saiyan warrior made her way through the market of the alien world. She had just come from the space port, not but an hour ago. She’d made her first purchase, with some of the funds from her recent contract. A new space pod, made from a perplexed shipwright. See, most people were of the mind that these pods were far from comfortable, and weren’t the transport of choice to most of the galaxy. But perhaps that was just because he didn’t grow up in the empire. But the warrior tended to favor them, as they allowed for unique modifications due to their small size.

But the warrior had little time to think on her new purchase, as her scouter beeped loudly, giving her what she considered to be the worst alert it was capable of.

"Inbound Imperial Vessel, B-Class."

Had people finally tracked her down? It wouldn’t have been hard, what with her old pod nearly broken beyond repair when she left, practically screaming Imperial IFF codes as she went. Her fist clenched as she looked up to the sky where her scouter was indicating the vessel was. It was far beyond what the naked eye could see, and if not for her having tuned her scouter for identifying such craft coming in.

Have they finally found me?

Her thoughts whirred around her head as she began to pick up her pace gradually. At first it was a brisk walk, the a jog, and finally a full force sprint. She had to get a closer look at who, or what, had come to the desert planet, and if it was actually after her. When she’d come to the edge of the city, and passed through the main gates, she shot upwards into the sky, flying across the desert, sure to keep her power suppressed so that she’d be nigh impossible to detect from a scouter.



It hadn’t been more than twenty minutes when she arrived to the landing site of the large vessel. It was definitely a B-class, not a war ship, more a transport. Perhaps they aimed to take Vennel in alive, she thought? Or perhaps this was just a coincidence, and she was being overly paranoid. She certainly hoped for the latter. But the confusing part was she’d recently received the call back message for Imperial personnel. So what was this ship doing here?

She saw an alien step out, and it seemed somewhat familiar to her. Come to think of it, that dirtying that came to Vegeta those years ago had something similar in tow with him. But this one was wearing the Imperial armor of a Saiyan?

Her scouter seemed to report nominal power levels coming from the vessel, namely the one who’d stepped out. But she knew better, they could have been masking their power or merely weighed down, as she often was. No matter, she’d find the reason for this trespass on Konats one way or another.

Lowering herself to the ground, some thirty-odd feet from the the alien, the warrior looked “her,” over. She seemed to have an almost child-like demeanor, which puzzled her quite a bit.

“The Empire, on Konats? You know the people here don’t take kindly to Saiyans and their allies here, right? Not after the breach of the treaty. You’re lucky I came across you first, tell me, what brings you here?”

Her tone was flat, and to the point. She did her best not to betray any concern she had, and she certainly didn’t want to seem authoritarian, and risk setting the alien off, for risk of the fall out that may ensue. But all the same, her curiosity was piqued, and she couldn’t do a thing to quench it.

Listening to the gummy-alien speak, she (if it was indeed a ‘she’) seemed to have, indeed, a child-like demeanor. A click of her own tongue in disappointment was all she had to show for it, though.

Tch, so they just let anyone into the army? Maybe they’ve fallen on hard times. But still, this one has a good deal of power, so perhaps that is what her merit is. Though, one would think she’d have handlers nearby, or at least a squad leader, to prevent problems.

Her thoughts spoke to herself as she observed and listened as the Majin, as she knew them to be called, spoke on. But one little thing was what stood out to her, which caused Vennel’s eyebrow to arch. They weren’t to attack “innocents?” What?! Since when did the Empire make such distinctions. Hopefully it was a poor turn of phrase, but if that weren’t, then they had really gotten far too soft. It was like the ministry all over again.

Vennel’s jaw clenched, until her conversation partner seemed to be waiting on the saiyan for a reply. With a deep breath, the warrior calmed herself as best she could, her expression stoic once more as she nodded.

“Yes and no. Most hate me, yes. But I haven’t done them any harm, so most tolerate me at best. Besides, my money spends the same as everyone elses’. But if you’re here to attack people, as much as I’d like to just let you lay waste to the miserable people of this world, I can’t allow that. I have… plans for it.”

She spoke, as her mind turned to thoughts of Alaistair and their bargain. She couldn’t let that go sour, not until she’d reached her goals. Her eyes turned toward the ship behind her guest and wondered when whoever else was inside would step out. She knew they were there, as her scouter, and recently acquired ability to sense ki, told her. But so far, it seemed they were content to keep to themselves.

“But, if you’re spoiling for a fight, I may have an idea. Your battle powers… they seem rather low, are you merely keeping your full strength disguised, perhaps? You’d not last very long trying to start trouble with power that low.”

She hoped she might coax the purple fleshed alien into revealing more of her strength. It’d make for a good measuring stick as to what they might be able to do. Perhaps they’d be able to help her with something.

"So, Vennel, you are offering for us to join you on some sort of mission I assume. I am totally for it, especially if the higher ups like me better for it. I hated getting looks of disgust... maybe if I rocket to the top... Nah, ignore me. But I am completely for it!" Katherine spoke aloud, wondering what Kaza might say. Kaza was likely to join along, considering the implications of such a thing, plus recognition. What was the hate? She slowly walked down to the planet's surface, stepping against the sand for a moment, before getting disgusted by the sudden increase in heat, and freaked slightly, jumping up and back onto the ramp. She had never felt such a heat... was it always like this here? She quickly moved some biomass from her feet to the edges, giving her less room to be burned before a small wisp of noise could be heard behind them.

A small gust of black smoke imitated from the ship as if slowly came down, floating down from the ship's hull. It was a kitten, missing it's lower back which was now dripped a thick black smoke. It was wiping it's eye, clearly just having woken up, before looking down upon the people below while barely out of sight.

"What is going on down there... What is Ymir doing with that Saiyan. HEY YMIR, GIVE AUNT SOME SUGAR WHILE I FIGURE OUT WHERE THE HELL WE ARE" The ghost would yell loudly down at the group before rushing over and sitting on the Bio-Android's shoulder.

"Oh, yeah. This is Lizbeth. She is dead. By the way, speaking of... You were quick to get us on your side? Aren't you going to question us at all? I have lungs and a heart hanging off of my chest-" Ymir said before gripping the heart circulating in the pulp and meat over her breast. "-Usually people ask me what the hell I am, yet you didn't bother... Sorta like Kaza to be entirely honest"

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Majin Kaza
Vennel

A toothy grin wormed its way onto her face, as she heard resounding agreements from the two. Though, curiously, the insidious creature seemed perplexed that Vennel saw nothing remotely odd to her. Or rather her reaction was as if there was nothing odd. A simple shrug, punctuated her words as she spoke.

“Well, I’ve been around the galaxy- so an alien like yourself, while admittedly different, doesn’t shock me too much. I once wiped out a race of desert dwelling crustacean-esque shrimp people.”

She paused after that, wondering to herself what she was saying. I mean, sure she’d talked with Alaistair a bit about food and cuisines from planet dirt. So maybe that’s where she got it from. But these weren’t ‘saiyan,’ things. Had she changed so much in this relatively short time? She was also advocating for sparing certain people on the planet, when just a year ago she may have been here to sate her own blood lust.

But shaking those thoughts from her head, she decided to keep her introspections to a minimum. They were becoming far too frequent, and she worried she’d start looking like a spaz who couldn’t keep her focus for more than five minutes.

But before she could resume speaking, a small phantasmal creature called “Lizbeth,” and boy, what an… “interesting,” character it was. Sure, it was a dead friend of hers, supposedly, but that didn’t change the oddity of the situation. All the warrior could manage was a simple nodding of her head, mouth agape as she watched the curious scene before her. Just what had she done, in recruiting this colorful cast of craziness?

But Kaza’s words shook the shock out of Vennel, as she composed herself again. She cleared her throat, coughing into her closed hand. Right, the details- that’s what she needed to go on about. With any luck, grounding the conversation might bring an air of seriousness to the task at hand? Though, for some reason, the dark haired woman thought it might not help quite so much.

“Very well, the details. Well, on this planet, there are a group of people calling themselves the ‘Kashvar,’ or some such. Generally disliked by the public here, and powerful in their own right. Our objective is a simple one, we kill them all.

“Our goal, and this is the discretionary portion: is to use this victory as a means to repair our relations with the people of Konats since the Empire broke the treaty with them. We don’t need this world joining the myriad of enemies facing the Empire in it’s fragile state. Unless it’s given chance to consolidate itself, I estimate the Empire will dissolve or be so weak that it can never recover in one year’s time. That is unless, it plays smart in the mean time.”

She didn’t, quite frankly, care much to hear from the apparition that made itself known to them. As much as it had a valid power level, clocking in at no higher than she did when she graduated the academy, it was far from a useful number that could truly help their endeavors. So as a result of her dismissal, she glanced between the two she began talking with originally, who she would be hopefully counting on in the next few days.

(OOC: My internet is to slow to post and I can barely get this post done right now. But I am leaving and want PL!)