Post by Koshu on Dec 18, 2016 16:24:56 GMT
Koshu was full out sprinting across the volcanic plains, ignoring the heat climbing up his legs as he was propelled forwards by a constant flare of yellow aura, turning him into a landborn comet. He honestly didn't have many thoughts in his head besides a quiet determination to run as fast as he could. Maybe if he ran fast enough he would outrun the heat, or the endless monotonous volcanic plains, or his depressing life.
The more he thought about what his people had done to Paisu, the worse it got. People made mistakes. Forgiveness was vital, and isolating himself from the group would do him no good. But there had to be a change somewhere. He was sick of living like this, and he knew that all of his comrades were as well. You cou ld feel it in the mornings when they woke up to the sweltering heat and clambered into the caves to hide from passerbys.
The life of hiding and fighting was oppressive. They needed more room to breathe: being constantly cramped together in the painful heat bred nothing but conflict.
Soon the familiar sight of the lake and outpost on the horizon faded into view. Koshu picked up the pace, kicking off the ground and blasting skywards in a final leap, allowing him to surmount the entire lake in one bound. His feet touched ground and dust plumed out around him, giving him an aura of red smoke.
But there was a problem. It had only been hours earlier when Koshu was last here, and had killed a prominent Beppan military official. Cracking his knuckles, the dark skinned saiyan prepared to be surrounded, but so far it seemed like nobody recognized him.
"Hmph." Koshu smiled. It was a foolish mistake to return to the scene of the murder so soon, but it appeared lady luck was in his favor. The saiyan quickly walked inside the mecca and headed towards a vendor he knew to sell medicines.
Strolling up to the stone slab that served as a counter, Koshu knew he had nowhere near enough money to get what he needed. He had three choices: barter, steal, or kill. And on that note the Saiyan made firm eye contact with the elderly salesman and ripped the pin from his own jumpsuit, dropping it on the table with a small tinkle of the metal. "I need a regenerative serum."
"I'm sorry, I can't afford to barter at this time of year, you know how business get-" The old man began to rasp, but Koshu stopped him. "Do you know what this is?" He picked up the pin and held it out to the elderly non-native salesman. "Look closely." The pin glistened slightly in the light, a bit of dried blood still on the back. This was a guarantee of status. A pin like this could get one entry to almost anywhere on Beppa.
"I do not deal," the old man suddenly became spiteful, "with criminals. I suggest you leave now because i've radioed the authorities." Koshu's eyes suddenly became deadly. The old man knew what risk he was taking and glared back at Koshu, daring him to kill him.
But the saiyan turned away. "I hope you treat the next person who comes to you for help with more respect." The saiyan opened his palm, a small orb of yellow ki bursting open angrily as he threw back his hand, pointing it at the old man.
But the ki orb exploded not into a blast of energy, but a wave of smoke. Koshu sprinted out the gateway of the outpost and leapt into the air, pocketing the regeneration serum he had snatched in the smoke.
Soon, Koshu was running for his life across the Beppan volcanoes, keeping his head low so that he might avoid being spotted by the authorities, if the old croon had actually notified guards. But the more he ran, the more he realized the man was a liability. He knew his appearance, he had a motive to turn him in, he likely saw his saiyan tail, even though it was tucked in to his jumpsuit...
A single question began to quake Koshu's brain until the point of unbearability. Why hadn't he killed the merchant?
The more he thought about what his people had done to Paisu, the worse it got. People made mistakes. Forgiveness was vital, and isolating himself from the group would do him no good. But there had to be a change somewhere. He was sick of living like this, and he knew that all of his comrades were as well. You cou ld feel it in the mornings when they woke up to the sweltering heat and clambered into the caves to hide from passerbys.
The life of hiding and fighting was oppressive. They needed more room to breathe: being constantly cramped together in the painful heat bred nothing but conflict.
Soon the familiar sight of the lake and outpost on the horizon faded into view. Koshu picked up the pace, kicking off the ground and blasting skywards in a final leap, allowing him to surmount the entire lake in one bound. His feet touched ground and dust plumed out around him, giving him an aura of red smoke.
But there was a problem. It had only been hours earlier when Koshu was last here, and had killed a prominent Beppan military official. Cracking his knuckles, the dark skinned saiyan prepared to be surrounded, but so far it seemed like nobody recognized him.
"Hmph." Koshu smiled. It was a foolish mistake to return to the scene of the murder so soon, but it appeared lady luck was in his favor. The saiyan quickly walked inside the mecca and headed towards a vendor he knew to sell medicines.
Strolling up to the stone slab that served as a counter, Koshu knew he had nowhere near enough money to get what he needed. He had three choices: barter, steal, or kill. And on that note the Saiyan made firm eye contact with the elderly salesman and ripped the pin from his own jumpsuit, dropping it on the table with a small tinkle of the metal. "I need a regenerative serum."
"I'm sorry, I can't afford to barter at this time of year, you know how business get-" The old man began to rasp, but Koshu stopped him. "Do you know what this is?" He picked up the pin and held it out to the elderly non-native salesman. "Look closely." The pin glistened slightly in the light, a bit of dried blood still on the back. This was a guarantee of status. A pin like this could get one entry to almost anywhere on Beppa.
"I do not deal," the old man suddenly became spiteful, "with criminals. I suggest you leave now because i've radioed the authorities." Koshu's eyes suddenly became deadly. The old man knew what risk he was taking and glared back at Koshu, daring him to kill him.
But the saiyan turned away. "I hope you treat the next person who comes to you for help with more respect." The saiyan opened his palm, a small orb of yellow ki bursting open angrily as he threw back his hand, pointing it at the old man.
But the ki orb exploded not into a blast of energy, but a wave of smoke. Koshu sprinted out the gateway of the outpost and leapt into the air, pocketing the regeneration serum he had snatched in the smoke.
Soon, Koshu was running for his life across the Beppan volcanoes, keeping his head low so that he might avoid being spotted by the authorities, if the old croon had actually notified guards. But the more he ran, the more he realized the man was a liability. He knew his appearance, he had a motive to turn him in, he likely saw his saiyan tail, even though it was tucked in to his jumpsuit...
A single question began to quake Koshu's brain until the point of unbearability. Why hadn't he killed the merchant?