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Post by Mu-Kal on Sept 5, 2015 21:12:16 GMT
As the background noise of his dream faded into the gentle humming of the engines of Big Blu. Mu-Kal never tended to feel the vertigo of being in a flying battleship but he lost his balance upon standing up, searching frantically looking for support his hand landed on his bedside desk. After taking a few deep breath he heard “avenge him...” those haunting words resonated in his ears for a few moments, recovering from his temporary vertigo. He headed over to the computer console on the wall to check the local intranet for information for today... nothing as per usual. Mu-Kal had become fairly tired of doing nothing but training and resting he wanted something new something different in his life he wanted for people to treat him like his heritage entailed alas apparently there is a new king and prince on Vegeta and Namek has been destroyed by... Vi-Poi? wait what? he would never do that in his right mind? processor? questions for another time. He heard that Vi-Poi was back aboard the Big Blu maybe he'd bring it up.
He headed down to the mess hall for the standard cooked breakfast. "ahhh, the luxuries of the common, standards of the rich." he tucked into the meal and wolfed it down. The meal was gone in mere seconds. Satisfied he stood up and looked around for people to talk to...
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Post by Vi-Poi on Sept 7, 2015 5:48:34 GMT
Vi-Poi had been helping move some large bags of flour from the shuttle into the kitchen’s massive store rooms. Big Blu’s kitchen staff had been complaining about a lack of funds for repairing the porter robots, and the need for more Mobile Weight-Assist units. Budget shortfalls were now endemic to the day-to-day life of the crew, and everyone was being affected, even the kitchen staff. Since there was no money for palletizing androids, Vi-Poi could fill the gap. He could easily lift several million kilos, after all.
“Is it true?” One of the workers asked, taking a break on the bumper of the bulky shuttle. A rumpled, half-smoked cigarette hung from his lips. “Are we selling the engines?” He asked Vi-Poi.
Several of the crew had lost their patriotic zeal and admiration for Vi-Poi since his Realigner Red episode, but this fall from grace had caused him to be much more approachable in their eyes as well. Perhaps they sensed something very human about his failure. Nobody is perfect.
“Yes, it’s true. We’re replacing them with an older model.” Vi-Poi said, adjusting the bill of his cap as he hauled another two thirty kilo sacks into the crook of his arm. He’d dressed in the simple crewman’s uniform, complete with the kitchen augment of a hairnet, baseball cap, and apron. “The money will be used as a stopgap fund for ensuring our rather large legal expenses are paid in full.”
The man grunted wordlessly and let out a puff of smoke. “Hard times.”
Another also let his sweat dry nearby. This one had a significant ki reading, somewhere in the several dozens when he wasn’t hiding it, but he’d been tired out all the same. There had been quite a few bags. These were the last.
“What else needs to be done?” Vi-Poi asked, dusting clouds of white off of his hands.
The smoking man shrugged. “Food service, if you want.”
The cafeteria was a sprawling hub of hungry sailors and airmen. Brightly lit, it extended well into the inner hulls of Big Blu, spreading out like an open fan. Several lines of people coalesced inward towards the row of dully gleaming food cases, where cafeteria workers doled out the daily dishes. “What’s for breakfast?” A sunglassed man in a fighter pilot’s uniform and an air of superiority asked, peering disinterestedly off to the side. Vi-Poi had obviously gone unrecognized in his crewman’s attire.
“The Standard Cooked Breakfast.” Vi-Poi replied, handing the man a warm brown bag filled with a carton of instant pancakes, powdered eggs, canned beans, and a vegetable compound. “Syrup is on the condiment bar.” The small android explained, gesturing with a hand.
The man made a face and grumbled “Got better food in the old military.” He then stepped away towards the mess tables.
Vi-Poi’s work at the counter was soon interrupted by a familiar face in the crowd. It was Mu-Kal, who seemed to be destroying his own meal in a matter of seconds. His blue eyes widened. How could anyone possibly eat so fast? Well, the Saiyan was a KAOS member, with an exceptionally high ki signature. Still, he was quite certain that he’d never seen anyone devour their dish so swiftly before.
Vi-Poi moved towards him just as Mu-Kal mingled with the crowd. “Royal blood!” Vi-Poi called, in half jest, a small smile on his pale face. He was quite aware of the Saiyan’s fondness for his ancient bloodline. Vi-Poi himself had been doing a bit of research on that. Perhaps I can use this to the Galaxy’s advantage. He thought, assessing the man. He was tall and broad, with spiky black hair and abnormal blue eyes. Such eye color must be extremely rare in a Saiyan, as even the hybrids Vi-Poi had encountered had not showcased that recessive trait. Except while Super Saiyan, of course. Vi-Poi twisted his cap on his head so that the brim was backwards, allowing Mu-Kal to more-easily recognize him.
“We have much to discuss, I imagine.” Vi-Poi said, reaching forward to shake the fellows hand. KAOS and its members were a special thing to him. They knew the true depths and ranges of the threats and the struggle. Worlds were at stake, and there was but a select few who could tip the scales.
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Post by Mu-Kal on Sept 7, 2015 10:23:08 GMT
Mu-Kal span around hearing the "Royal Blood!" he began searching for a KAOS member because no typical grunt would even try to call him that. He quickly saw the source, Vi-Poi was taking their own meal to a table. He reached his hand out and met the metallic hand, almost having his hand almost crushed with the android's strength. "What about Vi?" Mu-Kal asked. His eyes slowly descended to the meal Vi-Poi was carrying. "Are you gonna eat that?" Mu-Kal questioned, as if on cue his stomach rumbled loudly.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Sept 7, 2015 23:08:34 GMT
Vi-Poi shook his fellow KAOS member’s hand, then blinked down at the brown bag he seemed to have carried along. It was another marked Standard Cooked Breakfast. “You can eat two in a row?” Vi-Poi asked, obviously impressed. “Sure, take it. I don’t require food.” He says with raised eyebrows and then gestured for the Saiyan royalty to follow him. “Let’s find a table to chat.”
“The Saiyan Queen has been making a very blunt threat towards Earth.” The small android explained, weaving through the crowd. He made his way to the back corner of the cafeteria, where few were eating. One officer recognized him and gave him a salute, which he returned before carefully situating himself at the table. “She will come in force, and soon. I am sure of it. A good strategist will not stop with this momentous gain of the Arcosian Empire, no… they will keep their inertia growing, and slam into the rest of the Galaxy at full force, while their gears of war are still spinning.” He examined the dark-haired Saiyan carefully, his own pale face betraying no emotion. Though he was dressed in the kitchen apron and cap of a lowly scullion crewman, there was a certain noble air to Vi-Poi’s bearing. “We’ve known about your bloodline for some time. Although you come from a new family, your lines are not new. They are old, and may stretch back long enough to hold a throne. Or at least persuade Zucceta that she needs to secure her homefront more properly before adventuring so far from home. In the meanwhile, I suggest you bring yourself to the Gravity Chamber and get to training. You have much to expand upon, to rival the Saiyan Elites. What say you? Would you wish to ascend high in Vegetan politics?”
He would sit and wait for Mu-Kal to unravel his breakfast bag and devour his lunch, waiting patiently for a reply.
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Post by Mu-Kal on Sept 7, 2015 23:21:58 GMT
Mu-Kal followed quickly and opened the bag and dropped it on the table nearer the back of the room, Mu-Kal sat down with as well to eat his second round, and it was gone just as quick as it appeared. "Ahhhh, can't beat those." He stared into Vi-Poi's eyes as he explained his plan. Seemed to Mu-Kal that this was his way to get back at Norak that reminded him. "Do you know of a man, i say man but i mean beast, Norak? He killed my father to become king just wondered if he was still around?" He pondered her question this maybe his chance to reclaim his heritage he didn't know when he would get a chance like this again. "Yes sir, it would be my honour. Training would move faster with a partner know anyone who could help?"
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Post by Mu-Kal on Nov 28, 2015 18:45:54 GMT
(Leaving thread PL)
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 13, 2015 23:59:45 GMT
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