Post by Kay-El on Apr 18, 2016 3:49:28 GMT
Konats appeared in the window a distant, golden glow not too different from the stars around it to undiscerning eyes. Good thing for Kay-El Coliflo that she had much practice when it came to noticing things that weren’t stars among actual stars. For a few brief moments fear gripped her that she might have traveled back to Shikk territory by mistake. That yellow glow amidst the stars only served to remind her of those times spent in the nearby park late at night staring up at the sky and how the graveyard of stars stared back.
Shikk’s custom of burying their dead in space stations among the stars to honor them might not feel strange or foreign to her, but she knew others wouldn’t understand. Despite her adoptive father, Wiz, being Saiyan Elite he had ruled over Shikk more or less fairly when the SSE left his family in charge of the then newly acquired planet. And the natives honored him by building a memorial amidst the stars, among their own; beloved, cherished and immortalized there even if his body was lost in space a long time ago. Nothing but ash remained of Wiz Coliflo, or so the child had been told.
As the planet of Konats grew with each passing moment, looming nearer and nearer, it became more and more apparent that her ship did take her on her correct course to the distant planet rather than a place The Pink Lady had no reason to bring her to. ‘Back to Shikk.’ It was a phrase she never wanted to hear, or at least didn’t stand a chance of uttering for a very long time, and those few moments of fear in seeing the yellow planet shining like one of those starbound mausoleums only cemented the girl’s lack of desire to return.
Touching down, the ship opened some distance from the city and she stepped out, watching with the same look of amazement as usual as the ship shrunk and fit into a bright pink capsule. “Well, here goes nothing,” she said and headed for the city’s walls.
Konatsians were strange folk, from what she witnessed, with their pointed ears and varied hairstyles - come to think of it, they weren’t all that different than the people on Shikk or Earth or anywhere else. People still paused to see if a lost child needed help, or traded with one another. Stories told to those who listened and smiles exchanged like everywhere else. Well, she hadn’t stuck around long enough on Namek to observe the scarce population. If they wanted to be out like this, they would have, but something told her Namekians were a more insular people tending to keep to themselves. If true, she had little interest in returning, if false she’d like to see them actually out and about rather than skulking in their homes like scared, lonely things not wanting or unable to play well with others.
People here seemed genuinely friendly and concerned, this city bustling with people she almost felt she fit in with. But their hair colors tended to be brighter than her own dark, midnight blue and this time of night looked black under the starlight. Their ears, too, extended further than her own and held more pronounced a point than her own slightly elongated and pointy-tipped aids in hearing. And they didn’t have a tail like she did, or a second set of eyelids or webbing between their fingers and toes. All things passed down through genetics none of those around her possessed.
These were not her people, despite the mirage of similarities luring her in.
While non cast her the same scathing looks she adjusted to receiving back home and, yes, some part of Earth, Kay still felt quite the fish out of water. The symbolism wasn’t lost on the five year old who slowly made her way out of the city once again, headed for the same grassy knoll The Pink Lady set down upon in the first place. That same sinking feeling of not here she felt on Namek settled into her soul and her dark eyes narrowed, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips.
If not here, then where? Back to Earth? No, despite the friends she made there, that didn’t feel right, either. Vegeta, perhaps? No, even with Pin and Habana there, that also felt wrong. It felt more right than Earth, but still not right for right now. As she settled herself behind the controls and The Pink Lady hummed to life around her, Pounce looking up from where he’d curled up on one of the other chairs, Kay took a deep breath and let it out slowly to the count of ten.
Ready or not, the time to return to Shikk settled upon her as if tasked by the divine, direct order from the stars themselves. Really, it must have been some inner conscience or something guiding her back. Back where, exactly? Not her old city, not for the reasons one might expect. No, her destination was a cave near her home on the edge of the vast ocean meeting the port city’s border. Perhaps there she’d find a clue she hadn’t before, one that might lead her to one of her parents, her biological ones. And as the pod took off once more she thought she just might be getting used to the way the worlds passed her by in streaks of blue light and empty void that promised a solitude greater and better than any mere place could profide.
Back to Shikk. Ready or not, there she went.
Shikk’s custom of burying their dead in space stations among the stars to honor them might not feel strange or foreign to her, but she knew others wouldn’t understand. Despite her adoptive father, Wiz, being Saiyan Elite he had ruled over Shikk more or less fairly when the SSE left his family in charge of the then newly acquired planet. And the natives honored him by building a memorial amidst the stars, among their own; beloved, cherished and immortalized there even if his body was lost in space a long time ago. Nothing but ash remained of Wiz Coliflo, or so the child had been told.
As the planet of Konats grew with each passing moment, looming nearer and nearer, it became more and more apparent that her ship did take her on her correct course to the distant planet rather than a place The Pink Lady had no reason to bring her to. ‘Back to Shikk.’ It was a phrase she never wanted to hear, or at least didn’t stand a chance of uttering for a very long time, and those few moments of fear in seeing the yellow planet shining like one of those starbound mausoleums only cemented the girl’s lack of desire to return.
Touching down, the ship opened some distance from the city and she stepped out, watching with the same look of amazement as usual as the ship shrunk and fit into a bright pink capsule. “Well, here goes nothing,” she said and headed for the city’s walls.
Konatsians were strange folk, from what she witnessed, with their pointed ears and varied hairstyles - come to think of it, they weren’t all that different than the people on Shikk or Earth or anywhere else. People still paused to see if a lost child needed help, or traded with one another. Stories told to those who listened and smiles exchanged like everywhere else. Well, she hadn’t stuck around long enough on Namek to observe the scarce population. If they wanted to be out like this, they would have, but something told her Namekians were a more insular people tending to keep to themselves. If true, she had little interest in returning, if false she’d like to see them actually out and about rather than skulking in their homes like scared, lonely things not wanting or unable to play well with others.
People here seemed genuinely friendly and concerned, this city bustling with people she almost felt she fit in with. But their hair colors tended to be brighter than her own dark, midnight blue and this time of night looked black under the starlight. Their ears, too, extended further than her own and held more pronounced a point than her own slightly elongated and pointy-tipped aids in hearing. And they didn’t have a tail like she did, or a second set of eyelids or webbing between their fingers and toes. All things passed down through genetics none of those around her possessed.
These were not her people, despite the mirage of similarities luring her in.
While non cast her the same scathing looks she adjusted to receiving back home and, yes, some part of Earth, Kay still felt quite the fish out of water. The symbolism wasn’t lost on the five year old who slowly made her way out of the city once again, headed for the same grassy knoll The Pink Lady set down upon in the first place. That same sinking feeling of not here she felt on Namek settled into her soul and her dark eyes narrowed, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips.
If not here, then where? Back to Earth? No, despite the friends she made there, that didn’t feel right, either. Vegeta, perhaps? No, even with Pin and Habana there, that also felt wrong. It felt more right than Earth, but still not right for right now. As she settled herself behind the controls and The Pink Lady hummed to life around her, Pounce looking up from where he’d curled up on one of the other chairs, Kay took a deep breath and let it out slowly to the count of ten.
Ready or not, the time to return to Shikk settled upon her as if tasked by the divine, direct order from the stars themselves. Really, it must have been some inner conscience or something guiding her back. Back where, exactly? Not her old city, not for the reasons one might expect. No, her destination was a cave near her home on the edge of the vast ocean meeting the port city’s border. Perhaps there she’d find a clue she hadn’t before, one that might lead her to one of her parents, her biological ones. And as the pod took off once more she thought she just might be getting used to the way the worlds passed her by in streaks of blue light and empty void that promised a solitude greater and better than any mere place could profide.
Back to Shikk. Ready or not, there she went.
