There's More of You? [Vipoi]

Vi-Poi was standing on a bank of computers, silently interfacing with the latest probe that had been flashed to Kanassa. Before it self-destructed, it relayed images of the dark tree. It'd grown to a tremendous size, eclipsing the Kanassan capital until nothing was left. The diminutive android's mood was sober. Another planet would be lost to the voracious hunger of the Saiyans and their queen.

"A-Administrator, sir?" A voice beamed into his ear. Vi-Poi back-tracked the call. It was from the West Region Headquarters hotline, their offices located at surface level several hundred meters above him.

"What is it now?" Vi-Poi asked, still gloomily observing the figure of the tree.

"A talking tree is here to see you.”

The android’s pale brow furrowed. But that was impossible. News of Walker’s demise had reached him days ago.

“Put the Evacuation Protocol on standby. I’ll be there shortly.” Vi-Poi ordered, swiftly moving to the elevator, wirelessly keying in his destination.

Half a kilometer and four blast doors later Vi-Poi arrived in the lobby.

The entity looked a good deal like Walker, and ki analytics even agreed, but there were slight variations as well. The tree’s stance was alert and active, but not hostile.

“I didn’t know that Walker could make saplings.” Vi-Poi ventured a guess, walking over to extend a slender hand high towards the tree in greeting. “I’m Virtual Poi, Administrator of Blue Banner Army.” The thought of condolences briefly crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. Biotic machines, in his experience, tended to be less sentimental than their natural counterparts. White cross-hairs intersected in his large blue irises, reading a very strong battle rating of fifty thousand. He should ask if this offspring could grow an orchard.

“I met with your progenitor sometime ago.” The android explained, before stepping out towards the double doors of the lobby. “We walked through a park. There’s one around the block, quite a good one.” He gestured with a smile. “West Capitol has gotten used to… unconventional beings in their midst since the War. I’m sure we won’t turn so many heads.” He offered.

Vi-Poi listened to everything the son of Walker said, recording it all and analyzing it with a fine-tooled suite. His words seemed genuine, though it was hard to tell with a Bioandroid. “A demonstration is not necessary.” The android said finally as they walked under the shade of the trees at the nearby park. Some families gathered on the greens, and more than one child paused to stare bewildered at the walking tree before being hustled away swiftly by their parent.

“You seem to have a high organization in mind.” Vi-Poi said after a moment, folding his arms and stopping to peer up at a great live oak, whose top branches had taken centuries to grow to its lofty height. “Blue Banner Army will work in conjunction with other Earth-based forces. It is our policy to create a shared defense space to all those willing to lend a hand.” He said carefully. “But we should hold the lead. There must be a clear chain of command in any military operation, lest there be a lack of coordination and an increase in confusion should the Saiyans attack again.”

“This old tree.” He said tilting his head towards it. “It has many branches, all pulling away from the main trunk. The trunk is the oldest part of it, and used to be but a small green shoot amid the rest of the grass. Blue Banner can be the trunk to your branch.” He offered.