Post by Zerori on Dec 27, 2017 16:03:47 GMT
The step through the portal was like... well, it was actually very similar to her wind cutting technique but with less 'cutting' and more just walking through a door way. And in this case, she was getting a nostalgic blast from the past from the look of the district she appeared in. Not to mention the look on a few saiyan faces as she exited the portal completely. At their shocked expressions, she would simply grin at them with a wink, "Fancy welcome, ain't it?" It was rhetorical but by the way they seemed to scramble away from her, no doubt at her power level, she would almost think they were worried about her response. With a shake of her head, Zerori directed her energy elsewhere and began to quickly gather her bearings. The first stop was the ship bay in hopes that - and it was VERY hopeful - her ship was still there.
Imagine her surprise to find that not only was it NOT there but she could identify very easily the parts that were scattered amongs the other ships. Slowly, she brought a hand to her face as a look of horror washed over her features, "Wh-What in the FUUUUUU-?!" The sound echoing through the bay like spirits violent wail. Unlucky for them she wasn't a spirit anymore! From her outburst came a flock of saiyans sent to quell any altercations and Zerori took advantage. She whirled on them as they got closer and she took pleasure in some of their expressions as they seemed to recognize her. "What the hell happened to my ship?!" She demanded, taking a threatening step forward. "You know! Sizable baby, chromium plating - some aesthetic scratches on the hull but that only enhances its look and give it character?!" At their confused looks, exchanged between each other, Zerori sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before calmly stating, "'The Descent?'"
She wanted to throttle every single one of them as they all (or some of them) seemed to show 'ohh' in familiar recognition at that. One particularly brooding saiyan with sharp eyes and an even sharper mind spoke up, "Rumors said that you died almost 2 years ago near the capitol," He stated, her guard way up as the reality of what he was saying sunk into the others.
At that proper line of questioning, Zerori couldn't help but be proud, "You're not wrong," She cryptically responded. "Without all the gross details, I did die and it took me a lot to come back," She smiled deceptively sweetly at the gathered warriors, "So believe me when I tell you - I'm in a bad mood and would like to get off world with MY ship!" With a snarl, she took another step forward. "I'm not stupid, though, so just give me ANY royal class cruiser and I'll be on my way."
"We are NOT letting you leave with a stolen ship!"
"Don't piss her off!"
"Why did we take it a part again?"
"Hang on, I'm getting the Queen!"
At that, Zerori would scoff at the mention of the queen, "Yeah, don't bother with that. Me and Zucceta go WAY back. 2 years, in fact and I-"
"We need Queen Habana! Go get her!" Ignored, though that pissed her off, Zerori paused in realization and a bit of disbelief at that.
"...Ha...bana? Queen?" Zerori muttered, realizing all too late that time DID pass - and events of almost 2 years had come and gone! Of course there would be a new Queen - Zucceta was getting old, obviously. In saiyan standards, of course. "Fuck me," Zerori hissed before quickly turning around. If she was planet side, the mercenary really had no interest in playing tag with saiyan politics.
With a stride that looked more like a stomping child, Zerori quickly assessed ships as she passed by them, comparing them to her old one, before she locked her gaze to a familiar chromium plating and made her move. She jumped swiftly onto the awaiting landing struts and closed the ramp once she was inside. At the cry of a few saiyans that tried to jump in after her, she would just stick her tongue out and ignore their aggressive yelling. The sound of blasters and energy attacks pinged against the hull as she traveled to the cockpit and began starting the lift off sequence. It was similar but also very different from her own baby and she hoped it flew just as good.
With a course laid in, the saiyan made a familiar middle-fingered farewell before blasting open a bay door and taking off for a familiar planet in the Sol system.
[Departure thread]
Imagine her surprise to find that not only was it NOT there but she could identify very easily the parts that were scattered amongs the other ships. Slowly, she brought a hand to her face as a look of horror washed over her features, "Wh-What in the FUUUUUU-?!" The sound echoing through the bay like spirits violent wail. Unlucky for them she wasn't a spirit anymore! From her outburst came a flock of saiyans sent to quell any altercations and Zerori took advantage. She whirled on them as they got closer and she took pleasure in some of their expressions as they seemed to recognize her. "What the hell happened to my ship?!" She demanded, taking a threatening step forward. "You know! Sizable baby, chromium plating - some aesthetic scratches on the hull but that only enhances its look and give it character?!" At their confused looks, exchanged between each other, Zerori sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before calmly stating, "'The Descent?'"
She wanted to throttle every single one of them as they all (or some of them) seemed to show 'ohh' in familiar recognition at that. One particularly brooding saiyan with sharp eyes and an even sharper mind spoke up, "Rumors said that you died almost 2 years ago near the capitol," He stated, her guard way up as the reality of what he was saying sunk into the others.
At that proper line of questioning, Zerori couldn't help but be proud, "You're not wrong," She cryptically responded. "Without all the gross details, I did die and it took me a lot to come back," She smiled deceptively sweetly at the gathered warriors, "So believe me when I tell you - I'm in a bad mood and would like to get off world with MY ship!" With a snarl, she took another step forward. "I'm not stupid, though, so just give me ANY royal class cruiser and I'll be on my way."
"We are NOT letting you leave with a stolen ship!"
"Don't piss her off!"
"Why did we take it a part again?"
"Hang on, I'm getting the Queen!"
At that, Zerori would scoff at the mention of the queen, "Yeah, don't bother with that. Me and Zucceta go WAY back. 2 years, in fact and I-"
"We need Queen Habana! Go get her!" Ignored, though that pissed her off, Zerori paused in realization and a bit of disbelief at that.
"...Ha...bana? Queen?" Zerori muttered, realizing all too late that time DID pass - and events of almost 2 years had come and gone! Of course there would be a new Queen - Zucceta was getting old, obviously. In saiyan standards, of course. "Fuck me," Zerori hissed before quickly turning around. If she was planet side, the mercenary really had no interest in playing tag with saiyan politics.
With a stride that looked more like a stomping child, Zerori quickly assessed ships as she passed by them, comparing them to her old one, before she locked her gaze to a familiar chromium plating and made her move. She jumped swiftly onto the awaiting landing struts and closed the ramp once she was inside. At the cry of a few saiyans that tried to jump in after her, she would just stick her tongue out and ignore their aggressive yelling. The sound of blasters and energy attacks pinged against the hull as she traveled to the cockpit and began starting the lift off sequence. It was similar but also very different from her own baby and she hoped it flew just as good.
With a course laid in, the saiyan made a familiar middle-fingered farewell before blasting open a bay door and taking off for a familiar planet in the Sol system.
[Departure thread]
