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Post by Rubega on Sept 21, 2016 18:23:56 GMT
[Thread PL: 7,000] Rubega couldn’t help but smile as he breathed in the rancid smell of the Radittsu District. Although born into an elite family, the young Saiyan had spent the majority of his life being treated as a low class, causing him to naturally gravitate towards the Radditsu District. He remembered that in the brief moments of levity where he wasn’t being trained by his father, he would often find himself wandering down to the poorer parts of Vegeta, observing and breathing in life as a lower class citizen.
It was interesting to see how the other half lived, so to speak. Especially considering he could have been one of them, had it not been for the blood that ran through his veins.
The Radittsu District was mostly made up of Saiyans who were either too weak to fend for themselves, or were barely strong enough to pass as a Saiyan warrior. The living conditions were dire, with many of the district’s inhabitants not being able to complete missions in order to earn a decent amount of money, a small percentage turned to opening food restaurants and bars, while the majority took up begging instead. While Rubega thought of those who relied on others as pathetic, he also felt a sliver of empathy towards them. He couldn’t imagine at least not being strong enough to carry out simple missions. It was like they weren’t even part of the same race.
Ignoring the old woman asking him to spare a zenni, the Saiyan warrior continued his way through the streets of the Radittsu District, until he finally arrived at his destination.
The Flying Tuffle. Walking into the bar, Rubega wasn’t surprised to see it practically empty. Although the place was usually quite busy, with the recent uncertainty surrounding the status of the Saiyan Solar Empire, he guessed that most Saiyans were either out on missions, or sat at home twiddling their thumbs while waiting for a news update on the SSE.
However, having just recovered from his last battle, the young Saiyan was thirsty.
Striding past the only other two Saiyans in the bar, Rubega perched himself down on one of the bar stools and turned towards the bartender who scrubbing the counter, despite it being the only clean thing in the whole place.
Must be a really slow day.
With a small wave of his hand, the bartender immediately stopped what he was doing and rushed over to him, seemingly excited to just do some actual work, “What can I get you?”
“I’ll take anything dark, make it a double.” After handing the bartender some money, he waited for a few moments before receiving his order in a small glass tumbler. Swivelling on the bar stool, the young Saiyan looked up to the small screen in the corner of the room, one of which was displaying a brief SSE propaganda message. Taking a small sip of his drink and enjoying the small burn in the back of his throat, Rubega watched on, silently hoping that someone would come along and liven up this particularly boring day.
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Post by Shemha on Sept 23, 2016 17:40:29 GMT
Finally back on Vegeta, Shemha found she needed to get in touch with recent events. The entire time she was located on Earth, not a single message came from the Empire. Part of her found this strange. Last she knew Habana was on Namek where they parted ways and although Zucceta was on Earth, Shemha was not able to locate her. She wondered what had her leaders so occupied that no regular reports were issued.
One of her first stops when she returned was the palace only to find it devoid of any commanders or a Queen. With that disappointment she proceeded to several of the barracks, but not even Jala was around. Her next best bet was to gather information from the soldiers, yet like her none of them were receiving updates either. Another dead end. With a click of her tongue she found herself at a bit of a loss.
On Earth she had found herself in a bar and there she met the most interesting woman, Noxa. That woman proved to be quite the fountain of information. Perhaps that was the scenario she needed here. With that in mind she took off towards the Radittsu District.
Hmmm, The Flying Tuffle.
With a glance to the left and right, she figured this establishment was as good as any. Along the sidewalk she saw several Saiyans who clearly found themselves on hard times, reduced to begging in the streets. For a moment she wondered how the Queen and the rest of the Empire could let their subjects be reduced to this. She understood that not every individual in an Empire could live in prosperity, but this was a collection of the poor. For a single moment she found herself doubting her superiors only to shake it off.
Focused again she stepped into the bar. A quick look revealed how empty the place was, definitely a slow day, but did a business in this poor of an area ever have a good day?
Glances from the several individuals in the bar were directed her way, mainly because of her race, but she ignored them. Purposeful strides took her to the bar. With a twist of her hip she was up on one of the many empty stools, hands clasped on the bar top.
“Can I get you something Miss?” The bartender offered with a short scan of his newest customer. Two right in a row!
”A Pina Colada please.” She asked with a small smile before her head turned to regard the screen at the corner of the room.
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Post by Rubega on Sept 25, 2016 19:58:11 GMT
Rubega watched as the propaganda continued to play on the screen. If he was being honest, he found it quite odd that the SSE even had to advertise on their home planet. Surprised that the Empire had to convince people to fight for their own race. As far as he was concerned, fighting was the normality, it was all he knew. He didn’t need to be convinced or pressured into fighting. He wanted to do it, enjoyed doing it.
He guessed that was just the way he was raised though.
Mind you, not that he would admit it out loud to anyone or anything, but he didn’t really care for the SSE’s agendas and goals. The only person he cared about was himself and his own personal objectives. The Saiyan Solar Empire just provided him with the opportunity to do what he did best; fight. Being in the SSE also had its perks though beyond fighting. After all, it allowed him to stay close to the big players.
Taking another sip of his drink, the young Saiyan’s attention was quickly diverted from the screen he was watching towards the audible creaking of an old door being opened. Everyone’s heads turned towards the door in synchronization as a new figure entered the bar.
Several eyebrows were raised, including his own as he watched a woman belong to the Majin race enter the room. The young Saiyan’s curiosity spiked as she strode towards the bar purposefully, almost as if she owned the place herself. His eyes followed, glued to her as she approached the bar. While he was schooled in the existence of Majins and their preference to the planet Earth, the full blooded Saiyan had never experienced meeting one before.
This woman however carried herself with an air of confidence. He found himself oddly interested in the Majin. With the unusual state that the SSE was currently in, he was curious as to what a random Majin was doing unsupervised on the planet, let alone a dump like the Radittsu District. He would have thought that the Empire would have at least had one or two people spare to help escort a planetary guest around.
Rubega’s eyes were fixed as he watched the bartender move towards her, in the same rushed fashion he’d experienced only a few minutes beforehand. Draining the rest of his glass, the dark haired Saiyan swiveled on his chair, catching the end of the woman’s order.
“Well you’re an unusual sight in a place like this, aren’t you?” Rubega smirked as he leaned over the bar, unconsciously circling the rim of his empty glass with his index finger.
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Post by 404-D on Sept 26, 2016 12:24:02 GMT
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A while ago, the SSE prison of Knutts had a bit of a prison-break situation. Rumors, tall tales and falsehoods all cycled throughout the complex as to the details of the occurrence. One individual would readily dismiss the lies in favor of seeking the cold hard truth. That particular individual was an infiltration android by the designation of 'Ford'. His presence on Knutts as a whole was under the identity of someone else; Creis Thunderhead, a female Saiyan that had fallen in battle a while ago on Kanassa. Using the ignorance of his 'fellow' guards he was in a position to siphon information from minor servers, guard scouters and a few cameras that were hardly monitored.
With this information that he had pieced together, he figured out one of the main players in the prison break was actually a Saiyan of all things... But one that was not of Vegeta, apparently. Up until then, the data Ford had on Saiyans and their world was very blunt, and too conclusive for his liking. Ford had often wondered how the red dust planet of Vegeta hadn't suddenly imploded under all of this violence and stupidity.
The notion of a non-vegetan Saiyan was something akin to a 'ray of hope' for the knowledge and growth of the universe...
As it turns out, Creis' former boss, a Kabochan by the name of Gordou had filed for a change of placement for the team-mate he believed was still alive. Using this to his advantage, Ford was more than happy to leave Knutts and make a trip to Vegeta, glad to know that his current disguise was still beneficial.
After a short conversation with Gordou upon landing, the spy-bot was given a week to do as he pleased before being given further details.
Now, one question remained. Of all places on Vegeta, where would there be an influx of information? According to Ford's data on Vegetan culture, with reference to his time on Knutts, the answer was simply 'Taverns and/or bars'.
With that settled, Ford made his way towards the Radittsu district. Such a place didn't particularly exceed his expectations. It was quite accurately portrayed in the complaints and whiny stories of those that had been 'mercifully' transferred to Knutts. The Radittsu district was a complete mess; essentially it was Knutts without walls.
Passing through an alleyway, he happened upon an old woman that was quite obviously homeless and begging on the side of the street. Without even a word or indication that he was listening, Ford threw some money into the box the crone had. A short, obviously strained smile came across the old lady's face as she stammered out what could potentially amount to 'gratitude'. "Ahoo, many thanks young'n... Best not waste your youth an' come out lookin' like me! Aheh!"
Little did the beggar know, Ford was more than his disguise.
Rounding a corner, Ford had finally found one of his destinations; a bar known as 'The Flying Tuffle'. As is typical of a Saiyan- and his disguise especially- Ford would forcefully swing the door right open, leaving it to close on its own after it was almost knocked off its hinges. The next part was his favorite bit; putting on the act again. He primed his vocal processors to get the right pitch. "... Wow, where's the fanfare? The part is here! Tch." With a roll of the eyes, the disguised android would saunter up to the counter, he nodded to the bartender. "Six Shikkvea Vodka shots. Cheers." Fortunately for Ford, he wasn't an actual organic being. His internal energy converter could easily handle something like this.
With a glance to the other two, Ford noted the Majin was indeed, as the other Saiyan said; 'an unusual sight'. The only ones Ford had met so far were prisoners on Knutts, in fact. "Hey, thats true, ya don't usually see Majins knocking about around here."
[UT] Chameleon Circuit, Active! Ford is disguised as an average female Saiyan. [UT] Ghost Ki, Active! Ford can currently be sensed via Ki-Sense.
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Post by Shemha on Sept 26, 2016 15:09:23 GMT
Attention on the screen, Shemha all but ignored the small show the bartender put on as he put together her drink, only an occasional glance his way as to not be disrespectful. The show of tossed mixers and a glass rolling down his arm held little entertainment for her. Still, she understood its purpose. Mixing drinks was this man’s career and possibly passion, both of those enough to make him work for his tips. A better show earned a larger tip so why not try and entertain each customer to the fullest of his abilities. Even so, his profession demanded that he not bother his customers should they not show direct interest, his industry was one of service after all.
Before the beverage was finished a curious question came from a fellow patron, her dark eyes angled to rest on him instead of the screen. The question was followed almost immediately by the bang of the tavern door. Her profession required that she pause a moment to glance at the new comer who was no threat despite the sudden loud intrusion. Slightly distracted she turned slightly away from the Saiyan who had questioned unusualness of her visit to the bar in order to follow the loud Saiyan woman as she approached the bar. Why was it the females were always louder?
She confirmed the male’s statement, one she must have heard prior to shoving the door open, before Shemha got the chance. With a small shrug of her slender shoulders the Majin sat forward finally, just as the bar tender slid over the fruity drink she requested. A small nod indicated her thanks before he went to fill his newest patron’s rather bold request. A third customer in a row and this one with a heavy order, this truly must have been a lucky day for the man.
Before she took a sip of the drink Noxa introduced her to on Earth, she made sure to join the conversation that her presence had prompted.
”Unusually perhaps, but not so uncommon if you keep your eyes open.” She remarked, implying that at least she wasn’t an uncommon sight on Vegeta. As for other Majins, she couldn’t speak for them. With that she took a small sip of her Pina Colada, smiling as the ice cold liquid ran its way down her throat. Shemha let out a sigh before addressing the other two once more.
”But, seeing two Saiyans at a bar near midday…that isn’t so unusual.” Came the light hearted jest from the red skinned woman, small smile pulled back into a slight smirk. Pointing out that they were, as individuals, nothing special wasn’t meant to be offensive, but just a play on their particular races high population on the planet. How couldn’t you be accustomed to seeing Saiyans at a bar when they dominated the landscape?
”I’m Shemha by the way. I suppose I might as well share that if we are going to spend time drinking together.” She paused slightly to look at the six shots the bartender began to line up for the female. ”Some of longer than others I suppose.”
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Post by Rubega on Sept 29, 2016 21:10:54 GMT
Rubega’s attention was dragged away to the loud noise which seemed to originate from the bar entrance. He watched with one eyebrow raised as a female Saiyan barged through the door loudly. Sure it wasn’t unusual for Saiyans to act rowdy, especially if there were a few of them drinking together. However, this woman was by herself and seemed to be trying too hard…
Perhaps she’s looking for attention.
Shifting his attention back towards the other woman in the room, Rubega noticed the odd looking drink being slid across the bar towards her. It was white in colour and looked more like Kenuvian milk, rather than an alcoholic beverage. He quickly came to the conclusion that the drink, much like her, originated from Earth. It was an easy assumption to make. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for Vegeta to import foreign products from the planets in which they had business with.
The full blooded Saiyan felt his lips curl upwards slightly at the Majin’s response to his question. He was so used to Saiyan women acting just as brutish as the men that he found the Majin’s verbal sparring to be a breath of fresh air. He also found himself impressed with the follow up jest, obviously intended to make fun of the fact that she was currently on the Saiyan capital.
Lesser men would have taken offense to such a comment. But then again, a lot of Saiyan warriors were all muscle and no brain. It wasn’t often that you came across a Saiyan with the intelligence to think or even have a conversation about anything other than fighting. Fortunately, he wasn’t born a bumbling imbecile without any brain cells, unlike the vast majority of the Saiyan race.
“You’re right it’s not an uncommon sight. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a welcome sight. You wouldn’t believe how sick I am of seeing Saiyans,” his eyes quickly flickering from the red skinned woman towards the female Saiyan at the bar, “Though… I am curious as to how you’re getting around Vegeta without an escort of some kind.”
His own comments weren’t meant to be accusing or disrespectful, he was curious. With how tight a ship the SSE ran, the young Saiyan never would have expected such a miscue in communication to where a Majin was given no restrictions on the capital of Vegeta.
I know she mentioned being somewhat of a regular on Vegeta, but still… it’s unusual for traders and merchants to find themselves exploring the planet unsupervised. Perhaps the situation with the SSE was worse than what I initially thought.
Tilting his head up to address the women again as she introduced herself, Rubega found himself smiling again slightly. He was quite excited… the woman in front of him was quite the mystery. It seemed as though his prayers had been answered. He’d been hoping for something, or someone to take his mind off the bullshit that was surrounding Vegeta, and the woman in front of him served to be the perfect person to help solve his boredom.
“The name’s Rubega. So tell me… how is it that someone like yourself ends up so far away from home?”
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Post by 404-D on Sept 30, 2016 14:07:41 GMT
While listening to the general conversation, Ford was right in the middle of downing the third out of the six shots. It was quite obvious that Saiyans would make up the majority of the population of their home planet... What part of that did these two see as amusing? Ford wasn't exactly well versed in this brand of humor; playing on the obvious truths of the universe for a laugh... He was however familiar with a bit of cheeky sarcasm.
This was when Ford caught the Saiyan male shooting him a look out of the corner of his eye, as they made a snide comment about his own people-- A perfect opportunity to bring out some of that sarcasm! "Heh, ya might not wanna look at a mirror then, bucko~" Ford would give a little smirk and a wink, making it as clear as possible that it was simply a joke based on what the Saiyan himself had said moments earlier.
Now hopefully, this male Saiyan wasn't as vain and obnoxious as the ones he claimed to be sick of.
Playful banter aside, Ford was just as curious to hear the Majin's story, at least she might be able to bring some important information forward, she had a dignified air about her and carried a confidence that set her apart from the gross ill mannered Majins up in Knutts, who were typically seen drooling and trying to shoulder charge through prison wall energy shields for a single grape.
Ford downed a fourth shot before giving a slight formal bow-- as formal as it gets in a seated position anyway. "I'm Creis. Most people just scream in terror instead of calling me that though. Can't imagine why, I'm not that intimidating."
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Post by Shemha on Oct 2, 2016 14:09:29 GMT
With that long sip of her delicious beverage, the male to her right as given plenty of time to respond to her little comment. Silently she found his words rather interesting, although her features remained as neutral as ever. The practiced control over her emotions ingrained in her being from a young age, it always served her well in social situations. It was often beneficial to not react openly and assess the way others did, Shemha every bit a tactician as well as a warrior.
The second half of his comment did have her curious. Why would she need an escort? For a moment she considered if there had been something threatening about her entrance or presence that warranted an escort to keep the citizens of Vegeta safe. Then, almost as quickly, it dawned on her. He must assume her a visitor to the planet. It was understandable for she didn’t look like your average SSE soldier, a vary different race and not even sporting the traditional military armor.
To the side she heard the female as her shot glasses slapped back to the counter top with a steady pace. The exchange between the two Saiyans was what she had grown to expect from the residents of Vegeta. So often the Saiyan people were short with one another, their aggressive and prideful natures more likely to lead to conflict than other races. She wondered how much better the Empire might fare if that was not the case. Aggression led to hasty decisions and hasty decisions led to poor choices. That was why Shemha always thought things through.
At least these two possessed enough manners to properly introduce themselves, both doing so in turn. Rubega and Creis, the names locked away in her memory along with their power signatures. The pair of them were stronger than your average warrior and if they were both part of the SSE than it was very likely they would meet up again. Regardless of this, she figured it was safer to be a little less than forthcoming with any information. Based on what Habana told her, there were plenty of enemies the SSE needed to worry about and one of her biggest advantages was no one knew she was a member.
”It is a pleasure to meet the both of you.” She responded with a small nod towards each of them in turn. The Majin’s focus then shifted back to the male in respect to the second part of his last statement. ”How is it that someone like you, knows I am far away from home? I might just live here.” Shemha suggested before she took another sip of the cold beverage set before her. Again, she was just entertaining herself some, being a little sarcastic on purpose.
”You are correct though, I am not from around here. The truth is I recently retired from mercenary work and with the zeni I have saved up, I am just looking to enjoy myself for a while. You know, travel and visit various places.” Her right hand waved up into the air to indicate it was your normal exploratory outing. Now, it wasn’t exactly a lie nor was it the truth. In recent months she had ended her life as a mercenary, but only to swear her allegiance to the SSE. Once again, not familiar with these two, she planned to avoid revealing everything about herself. Information was power and the decision to spread it or hold it back was one to be made with care.
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Post by Rubega on Oct 4, 2016 21:33:06 GMT
Rubega’s fingers tapped along the bar as he finished his sentence. Although he had not envisioned this particular situation when he decided to have a few drinks, he was pleasantly surprised with the direction the evening was heading. This Majin woman seemed to embody as higher sense of intelligence than the majority of people he’d recently interacted with and the young Saiyan felt himself oddly excited to engage with conversation that didn’t necessarily revolve around fighting. Although he loved his people, Saiyans weren’t exactly the most articulate people to be around, him being the exception of course.
Just as his eyes darted towards the Saiyan woman unconsciously, she quickly noticed and turned her head to face him. He half expected her to clench her fist and start a fight right there and then, but found himself pleasantly surprised when she opened her mouth.
He almost laughed.
“Perhaps it’s because when I see myself in the mirror, I see what could be.”
Leaving his comment to hang in the air, he listened as the woman continued on, introducing herself as Creis. He rolled his eyes however at her statement. It was almost as if this woman was a blueprint for the stereotypical Saiyan that lived on Planet Vegeta.
“Clearly… I’m shaking in my boots.”
The young Saiyan waited as his glass was topped up quickly by the bartender, who was quickly gliding by to refill any drinks and take any orders, before attending to another group who were situated on the opposite side of the bar. Taking a small sip of his glass, on his right hand side he heard Shemha address him once again.
Taking another small sip as he listened, he found it incredibly hard to believe the words that were coming out of her pink mouth. He knew straight away her comment about living on the planet was false. For one, the dark haired Saiyan would have definitely heard whispers if someone as identifiable as a Majin took solace on Planet Vegeta.
Even taking into account the fact that he had spent the last three months off planet, carrying out various missions for the SSE (as well as some of his own personal errands), he would have found out fairly quickly, gossip such as that spread like wildfire. Hence why he was sceptical about her apparent history. He found it incredibly difficult to believe that she was a retired mercenary who decided to just drop by to sight see.
Raising one eyebrow, the young Saiyan couldn’t resist but to humour her lies, purely for the entertainment it was bringing him. “So you hang up your… antenna or whatever, and decide to take a vacation on… Vegeta?”
He emphasized the last part to bring to light just how ridiculous she was sounding.
OOC: Sorry it’s a shorter post guys, I’m quite busy with work this week.
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Post by 404-D on Oct 9, 2016 13:54:43 GMT
“Hm. That sucks, I guess.” Ford shrugged, in truth he had no concrete opinion of what ‘could be’ as opposed to ‘what is’ and ‘what was’. That gave the android something to mull over, something to learn; knowledge to obtain. In the end, potential information and thorough planning are just as important as knowledge of the past and present. It was only logical to think so. “You’ll get somewhere though. Potentially.”
“Yeah, your boots are about to vibrate right off your feet huh?” Downing the last two shots simultaneously, Ford gave a short snorty laugh. The sarcasm was strong with this one too! “For real though, I’m the least a’ people's worries. Have you heard about-- or better yet-- seen half the shit thats been goin’ on lately? Whoo boy. Absolutely wild.” Ford made a nod to the various televisions that were blaring propaganda and other nonsense. “Like that kinda stuff, but, y’know, not coated in a thick layer of 'biased opinions' brand butter.”
Ford leaned forward on the counter with his elbows, holding his head in his hands as he listened to Shemha and Rubega’s exchange… Rubega was quite blatantly persistent in getting to know why the Majin was here. Perhaps the Saiyan would do all of the work and satiate Ford’s mild curiosity on the matter by doing so. All the android had to do was wait.
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Post by Shemha on Oct 9, 2016 20:26:35 GMT
The dynamic between the three of them began to draw more of the Majin’s interest. To her left sat what one might considering your “typical” Saiyan, male or female. Confident, arrogant and always ready for a fight. To her right sat its male counter part or at least in theory. Rubega spoke with a little more insight behind his words than most yet, he still couldn’t help himself from throwing his own cocky words back at the woman. Shemha understood it was part of their culture and in part, was what she loved about them. Rarely was a Saiyan afraid to be himself.
With yet another casual sip of her partially frozen drink she took in Rubega’s question, the emphasis on the last word not lost on the perceptive female. Internally she chuckled while her face remained neutral. He was clever, but his choice of words would allow her to offer an easy counter. He believed her reasoning for being on this planet was a little bit of a stretch, but everything she said was the truth. It just wasn’t all of the truth. A long sigh followed before she looked back to him, not an exhale in response to being annoyed, but one she let out as she settled in for what felt would be an interesting exchange.
”I never used the word vacation. Time spent on Vegeta is never to be taken so slightly. I said travel and visit various places. There is much more to this planet than its vacation hot spots, wouldn’t you say?” An almost playful smile sent his way. ”As Creis said, there is plenty that has been going on as of late to make a stop at Vegeta worth while. Next I plan to swing over to Earth. I figure if I am going to look for details about an event, I should get both sides.” Shemha suggested, referencing the recent conflict between the two planets.
Considering the female to the left of her was well on her way to becoming drunk, or at least from Shemha’s perspective it looked that way and with how much Rubega was interested in her purpose here, she would definitely not bring up the SSE. They were both very likely loyal to the Queen as well, but her master long ago taught her to be skeptical of a situation until facts allowed you to view it differently. The very fact he found it so strange she was on Vegeta was a testament to the advantages of keeping herself undercover. As weak as she was, it her anonymity was one of her biggest weapons.
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Post by Rubega on Oct 12, 2016 18:47:04 GMT
Surprisingly, the young Saiyan found that he was actually enjoying himself. The current state of bantering between the three of them was proving to be the perfect form of entertainment, exceeding his expectations when he first set out a few hours ago.
Draining the rest of his glass and setting it aside on the counter, Rubega quickly glanced towards Creis as she finished speaking. He found her words to be mildly interesting. Putting aside their witty exchanges to one up each other in conversation, her comments about the current state of the SSE left him curious. At a first glance, and especially when she opened her mouth, Creis seemed like the average cookie cutter Saiyan. However, it seemed she had a bit of spunk about her.
It was rare to see a Saiyan openly question the Empire’s methods.
His eyes briefly scanned the bar to check if they were being watched. Although he might agree to some extent with the majority of Creis’ comments regarding the SSE, he wasn’t about to be stupid enough to blurt them out loud where anyone could hear. “The Empire does what it has to in order to maintain control.”
He wasn’t sure if he believed those words himself honestly, but it was the best he could offer. Not everybody on Vegeta had the luxury of being a warrior, evident by the beggars just outside. The last thing the SSE needed was the added pressure of the natives asking questions. It wasn’t the way he would do things, but he wasn’t King… yet.
Shifting his attention back towards Shemha, the Saiyan kept quiet as she countered his questioning. The Majin’s comments were carefully picked, that much was obvious to him. Rubega considered himself smart and would have bet money on the fact that she wasn’t being entirely open with him. But that was fine, he was enjoying this back and forth exchange that they were having and he was entirely comfortable with continuing his soft prodding.
“For a retired mercenary, you’re awfully interested in our business, don’t you think?”
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Post by 404-D on Oct 15, 2016 13:14:29 GMT
"Well, I can't say that I blame 'em for trying." Ford shrugged in response to Rubega. Indeed, the SSE higher ups did what they needed to do to maintain control, it provided some of their citizens with peace of mind despite how obviously bonkers things went when the warrior race was involved... Saiyans had a track record of being alarmingly illogical beings; but that was one of the intriguing things about them in Ford's mind. Said ideal of 'control' was ingrained in their combined will to fight against all odds. The android found it funny that there was any 'control' going on here in the first place, and yet, it miraculously existed.
After looking over the bar menu, waved over the bartender once more while Rubega continued to bombard Shemha with questions. "One Punkon Fire-swirl, thanks." It was one of those ominous sounding beverages since it was said that most people didn't order it... Ford didn't know why exactly, even if something about the description detailed it wasn't for the 'faint of heart', something didn't add up. 'Odd. One would think that it must be the perfect drink for a Saiyan. Should be interesting to see.' The drink would take a while to make however, so Ford continued to wait and (technically) eavesdrop.
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Post by Shemha on Oct 18, 2016 1:28:41 GMT
Clearly she wasn’t dealing with the run of the mill grunts here. Most soldiers of the SSE would have either gotten bored with the conversation or thrown a bottle at someone. These two though, they wanted to continue the engagement. For it was actually…rather pleasant despite the still partially abrasive personalities of her bar companions. Rubega did have a point, why would she be so interested in she was fully retired from the mercenary life style?
At first she only let out a small chuckle in reaction to his words. It wasn’t every day that someone partially saw through her ruse. Still, he had no idea of the truth behind her purpose here, only assumptions and conjecture.
”I said I was retired, but I didn’t say I would stay that way forever. If you want me to be fully honest, I am sort of scouting the Empire to see if I want to offer my services.” She shrugged a little before taking a sip of her drink, the fruity beverage getting low now. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the bartender working on a replacement drink for her as he set to work on Creis newest order. That girl could handle her alcohol.
”You would be surprised how boring the life of a mercenary can be. I figured the Empire might be able to offer me a new experience and something with a little more purpose than just being a hired gun.” For a second time she shrugged, as if she wasn’t sure on her decision yet. With an exhale she cocked her head to look at Rubega.
”What about you? Are you some sort of Saiyan Elite? Considering how much you’ve been grilling me, I might even take you for a royal guard.” A somewhat playful grin taking shape at the end of her statement. She wondered if he would answer and answer honestly. Either way, she kept her dark eyes locked on him, right leg crossed over her left as she eyed him.
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Post by Rubega on Oct 21, 2016 19:02:37 GMT
Rubega smiled as he watched the Majin. He was fairly confident in his assumptions about Shemha. It was obvious that she was hiding some information about why she was on Vegeta, not that he blamed her. If he were on a foreign planet, he'd play his cards close to his chest as well. Still though... she seemed to entertain his questions and fire back with ones of her own.
He could see out the corner of his eye that Creis had ordered another drink, content to just eavesdrop on the conversation without much input. Switching his attention back towards Shemha, he wasn't surprised at this point to see her counter with a question of her own. The young Saiyan found the Majin's replies to be bitter sweet. It was almost frustrating that he couldn't catch her out with her questions, with the intelligent woman retorting back with intelligent answers that left him second guessing his assumptions about her. However, on the other hand he was enjoying the challenge of trying to get a read on true intentions.
His posture oozed confidence as he listened to what Shemha had to say. Like he expected, her answers were plausible and almost predictable in the fact that the dark haired Saiyan already had three other questions he was prepared to give. However, he faltered when the Majin spoke again, the confident smirk plastered on his face dropping slightly as she rocked him with a question of her own.
Within a split second, his outward facade was back up, the smirk on his face exuding confidence once again. Rubega was fairly certain that only the most perceptive of people would have noticed the split change in his body language as Shemha drove home a question that hit a little too close to home for his liking.
If there was one thing that Rubega hated about his own kind, it was the importance of Saiyan ranking. After all, the status and expectations of being an elite was the very catalyst of the traumatic childhood that he was made to endure.
Taking a deep breath to collect himself, Rubega masked his apparent discomfort with boredom as he addressed Shemha, "I was just curious... but if you must know, I was born an elite."
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