Post by Radasha on Feb 18, 2016 6:21:15 GMT
Radasha stared blankly out the window of her pod as an alarm range out within the interior. Something had blown upon entering Vegeta's atmosphere. As the pod rocketed towards the planet's surface, she had one thought: I called it before I even left that this thing would never land intact. The elite sighed and locked the seat's belt into place, raising her arms in preparation for the impending crash landing. It didn't take long. The pod hit the ground like a meteor, creating a crater in the wasteland terrain. Another scar for the war torn planet to bare.
Smoke started filling the pod, causing the Saiyan to cough. She needed to get out. Saiyans may be one of the strongest races in the galaxy, but they still die of suffocation just as most other beings do. Trying the controls, she growled in annoyance as the hatch refused to open. Why did she expect anything else to happen? It was a junker before it crashed. Raising a foot, she slammed it into the pod hatch, sending it flying off, opening up the interior to...relatively fresh air. Climbing out, still coughing a bit, the Saiyan began to make her way out of the pod and towards the city.
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The elite most likely garnered some stares as she made her way through the streets of Radittsu. Most of her ilk didn't hang around the district, which was mostly full of Low Class Saiyans and non-Saiyan citizens of Vegeta. Normally she'd land in the space port...but her pod decided to kamekaze itself into the wasteland ground. Pretty much made it's own grave hole. The Saiyan chuckled a bit at the thought. Stopping her stride, she glanced around, having caught sight of a bar. Might as well get something to soothe her annoyed mood. Stepping into the building she walked up and sat at the bar, pointing to a bottle on a shelf behind the bartender once she had their attention. Taking a sip from the glass they poured her as she place money on the counter, she glanced around the bar.
With her purple tunic, white pants, white cloak, and a sword at her side, she might've stood out amongst the rest of the people in the building, who were most likely wearing their armor or less vibrant clothing.
(Thread PL: 62,290. Heavy Weights on.)
Smoke started filling the pod, causing the Saiyan to cough. She needed to get out. Saiyans may be one of the strongest races in the galaxy, but they still die of suffocation just as most other beings do. Trying the controls, she growled in annoyance as the hatch refused to open. Why did she expect anything else to happen? It was a junker before it crashed. Raising a foot, she slammed it into the pod hatch, sending it flying off, opening up the interior to...relatively fresh air. Climbing out, still coughing a bit, the Saiyan began to make her way out of the pod and towards the city.
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The elite most likely garnered some stares as she made her way through the streets of Radittsu. Most of her ilk didn't hang around the district, which was mostly full of Low Class Saiyans and non-Saiyan citizens of Vegeta. Normally she'd land in the space port...but her pod decided to kamekaze itself into the wasteland ground. Pretty much made it's own grave hole. The Saiyan chuckled a bit at the thought. Stopping her stride, she glanced around, having caught sight of a bar. Might as well get something to soothe her annoyed mood. Stepping into the building she walked up and sat at the bar, pointing to a bottle on a shelf behind the bartender once she had their attention. Taking a sip from the glass they poured her as she place money on the counter, she glanced around the bar.
With her purple tunic, white pants, white cloak, and a sword at her side, she might've stood out amongst the rest of the people in the building, who were most likely wearing their armor or less vibrant clothing.
(Thread PL: 62,290. Heavy Weights on.)
