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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 15:21:30 GMT
Brocko sat in the Spinny chair of his friend, Riku's Spaceship. His eyes closed, he was napping the day away, rather than training. And this was reasonable since he didn't have the right equipment and it's not like doing push-ups and sit-ups would do all too much. So he continued to snooze. Leaning to one side, Brocko slowly started to fall out of his chair until eventually he hit the cold hard ground.
"Ow!", he said, as he rubbed his head and got up off the ground. What a pain that fall had been...he was having such a good dream too. Rubbing his eyes after relieving the pain on his head, he reached for his scouter which was just sitting on the Ship's Panel. He had just remembered, Riku hadn't been back for a while and maybe he should give him a ring. He was a good friend of his, so it was only right that he was worried.
Pressing a few buttons on the scouter, the Saiyan placed it on his ear and waited for someone to answer. Hopefully someone would. If not...it could be assumed that Riku was dead, and he'd have to go to Earth to find out.
[Riku]
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Post by Riku on Oct 20, 2015 0:22:53 GMT
Riku waltzed down on Earth, walking through the large forests near him and holding his Ocarina in hand. He had just finished playing a slow and smooth melody which soothed his ears and made him much more calm. His day had been rather calm overall but this only made it better. He looked up to the sky and wondered what he would do now, knowing he would need to help Chaz out with the Ruby's Salvation hunt and yet not having a ship to travel in due to his being back on Vegeta. Riku would need to get in contact with his pal Brocko and find out when the other saiyan could take a trip down to Earth to pick Riku, Chaz and Ibby up.
Just as the saiyan in black thought of this his scouter made a rather alarming sound, beeping frantically. Riku's eyes focused on the visor and realized he was being...called? The saiyan had not realized scouters were capable of live voice lines until now, always presuming they could only send recorded messages. Just like magic, Brocko had been the one to call the saiyan in black, a good thing too. Riku accepted the call and greeted his friend with a smile he could not see.
"Brocko! Good to hear from you, my friend. Been awhile since we talked eh? How are things going over there on Vegeta, friend? Better be taking good care of my ship there, was not cheap you know, hehe." The young saiyan chuckled at his own words and waited for his pal to answer him, hoping to soon be able to ask Brocko to come on over to Earth.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 1:36:46 GMT
Brocko stared through the Blue Visor of his Scouter. It seemed as though his Friend wouldn't pick up until suddenly, he did. Smiling from Ear to Ear, happy about his friend's Safety, Brocko put both of his feet on the Panel of the ship and leaned backwards. Putting his hands behind his head, and interlocking his fingers, Brocko closed his eyes and cleared his voice before saying in a Dark, gruffy, tone.
"Sorry sir, but we had to tell you sometime...Soldier 1979...or as you know him, Brocko, died." Laughing, the Saiyan reverted to his normal voice and opened his eyes. "Just kiddin', Skippy!! How you be doin'? Ain't talk to you in a while!!" Returning to his normal Position in his Chair, Brocko got up and started to walk around the ship.
"So, to answer your earlier questions, your Ship is just Fine! However things on Vegeta are not...Some Brown-haired Saiyan in a White Cloak let all the Slaves free and killed every single Elite..." Frowning, the Saiyan continued to speak, though he stopped in one Place instead of continuing to walk. "Crazy huh? Unfortunately, I don't have the Strength or the Resources to force all the Slaves back into their Pens so yeah, there goes that...Seems like I'll be coming to Earth to Train for a while and then, head back here with my new found strength and bring Order to this Apocalyptic Wasteland..." He then brought his hand up to his mouth as he placed his Elbow in the Opposite palm, silently waiting for his Friend's reaction.
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