Post by Polara Thermia on Oct 31, 2016 13:45:23 GMT
Polara's ride from Namek to Earth had gone off without a hitch, the female lizard was slowly landing her ship after the autopilot was manually turned off. The landing gear deployed; and the ship successfully touched down upon the ground. Letting go of the steering wheel after putting it in park, she proceeded to head out the door and lock up soon after her exit.
The chilly lands of Earth; with it's snow and whiteness were something she embraced after waiting so long on that humid planet called Namek. So far, nothing had changed by the looks of it so the ex-general would allow herself to relax upon the snow, leaning back under her ship and almost blending with the snow. Hands down, it felt great.
Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 31, 2016 16:31:58 GMT
(Thread PL, 29,700. Medium weights on.)
The grizzled Saiyan resided up in the Nothern Edges of the world. Content to play Sheriff for a small town in the granite cliffs and pine trees of the world. Rumors of a spaceship skimming the snow laden scape coming from ranchers, farmers, and a few lumberjacks having sent the previously retired soldier out and about. Nothing had been blown up, so his worries about it being some remnant of the SSE was unfounded.
Still, no harm on a walk. The brisk air was exactly why the grizzled man had settled down in the unforgiving but beautiful biome of the North.
He didn't even notice the lizard like alien until he had almost tripped over it. Catching his hat with an absent palm. "Eyo there young'un!" He declared, voice rough, gravelly, but friendly. Age and experience tempered the worst of minds, and this was an obviously friendly veteran; if his scarred face had anything to declare.
"Odd place for a nap, friend. Can't rightly blame ya though, I've taken a kip in some strange places too!"
Morning light had rose across the magnificent biome of the north. Chai had decided to set up camp in the north, a rather secluded part of the world where he could be at peace. Sure, there was the nagging existential dread and guilt from leaving his friends behind to die for his own selfish reasons, but the goat could finally relax a little in the northern wastes on his own. Dressed in his usual ninja-esque clothes, breaths could be seen puffing from beyond his faded green bandanna, wrapped tightly around the goat's muzzle. Hood covering his head, save for his horns and ears, the goat began to trudge through the snow, simply wanting to go out and explore the landscape for awhile. Guardia was concealed inside of his sheath, allowing the goat to have some peace of mind from his sword's occasional ramblings. Guardia's company was enjoyable, but sometimes the sword could rant on a little too much. He didn't want their big secret to slip, after all. That would be catastrophic!
The brisk air whooshed against the zoan's white fur, blowing it back a little in the light wind. A whirrr echoed in his long, droopy goat ears for a moment, causing the warrior from another universe to look up, watching as a spaceship flew over, casting a shadow his form for a moment. Guardia stirred a little from the noise, still fast asleep inside of his sheath. Chai quickly ran underneath a tree when the ship passed, peeking out as he suspiciously watched it from afar. Who was this? The ki inside was weak- if he had a Scouter, it would only be visible as a measly level of ten. Granted, the passenger could be suppressing their Ki... Pondering what to do for a moment, the goat decided to tail the ship, quickly dashing in the direction of the landing vessel.
Stopping atop a cliff edge above the ship's landing spot, the robed zoan glanced down, picking up a second power. It was stronger than himself- best to be careful. On edge, like usual, the goat quickly turned around to walk off the cliff, the two below possibly only receiving a fading glimpse of his black clothes in the white landscape. Hopping off the back of the cliff, the goat warrior hid behind a tree for a moment, pondering what to do. Well, he really had nothing left to loose at this point. What was the worst that could happen from engaging these two in a friendly conversation? Holding his breath for a moment, the goat from a distant universe sucked it up, and decided to hop in the conversation. These two seemed docile, what was the worst that could happen?
Pulling his bandanna off of his muzzle and letting it hang like a scarf around his neck, Chai hesitantly approached the saiyan and arcosian, two fighters from different worlds. For now, he'd be friendly- it was best not to make enemies. Allies were a must have. Both Chai and Guardia's powers resonated from their forms, although it might have seemed like two power levels were resonating from Chai. "Howdy, you two. 'Room for one more?" Chai spoke, trotting over next to the two. The seven foot tall goat stood tall at a height of seven feet, peacefully looking at the two with his one eye- the other one completely absent from the right side of his face. "You just landed here, correct? In that case, I welcome you to the Earth. Or welcome back, whichever floats your boat. What brings you to our planet?" The goat spoke with a shrug, closing his working left eye. His tone was friendly, but... tired, somehow. Looking over to the saiyan, the goat noted his scarred face. A few splotches of missing fur and scars were also visible on Chai's face- and the goat knew that every scar on someone's body had a story behind it. But he wouldn't pester the saiyan about it. So long as they didn't pester him about his own past...
Negi had spent a few weeks on Earth now, and he found that he preferred the open, cooler expanses of the planet to the more bustling regions. The sharp breeze felt good against his skin as he hair flapped in the wind, being dragged along at excessive speed as the young saiyan flew across the open region. He passed over small villages, farms and abandoned summer getaways waiting for another couple of seasons before they would once again find purpose. Many of the trees in this part of the world were evergreen, so the landscape lacked many of the reds and yellows of autumn that the boy had witnessed further south. For some reason though he preferred the darker, earthier green tones of the north, as well as the more mountainous background. Especially when those greens were highlighted with the stark white of snow.
As he flew high above the ground - even higher than the birds below - he witnessed a ship whizzing by at an even higher altitude just over the horizon. His natural curiosity piqued, the boy decided to go and take a gander...
The young saiyan refused to fly at top speed, knowing that with his luck he would end up with some form of frostbite, but he was still travelling swiftly. By the time he arrived at the landing point it appeared that others had also found their own curiosity piqued. Remaining far up in the sky, just close enough to get a good look at the group, he decided to reach out and feel their ki. The boy wasn't normally one to pry, but he was curious about the arcosian. Then Negi realized something - he felt four power levels here, yet there were only three people in this group... Another curiosity to sate.
He also didn't recognize the type of ship that had landed. Which of these people had been piloting? The arcosian had an extremely low power level, but that couldn't possibly be right. Kyuuri had said that no arcosian he'd ever seen had ever had less than 500 PL, and even that was extremely low. The boy shrugged; there were always exceptions to the rules. The young saiyan was also curious about the energy he sensed from the other man - it felt somehow... Familiar to Negi in a way, even though the boy knew that he had never met the man before. Then there was the other member of the group. The zoanthrope. Negi had met one on Namek, a female who had appeared to have been a humanoid cat. This zoanthrope though, had the horns of some Earth creature that Negi was ignorant of. Another curiosity to sate.
Negi flew downward at a relaxed rate, so it would take just a few moments to reach the ground but would not seem aggressive. As soon as his feet touched dirt, though, his mouth opened up.
"Hey, I'm Negi! Sorry to butt in, but I was curious about the spaceship!" His eyes suddenly went wide and he bowed as his hands clenched to his sides. "Sorry, forgot my manners! Pleased to meet you all, I am Negi!" 34,920 Thread PL, Light Weights 26,190
Post by Polara Thermia on Oct 31, 2016 19:17:32 GMT
Polara's gaze turned to the Saiyan male with a gruff voice, her expression rather unamused and somewhat annoyed. She was barely noticeable under the ship, her white blending with the snow and her black with the shadows. The only giveaways were barely noticeable blue bio-gems on her chest, arms, and head. "Can.. you not?" She asked, still not very trustworthy of Saiyans, and hopefully no more would show up.
A humanoid ki would approach; causing the female to sit up under the darkness of the ship. She didn't look too intimidating from this angle, but as she got out from under the ship her full power would be unleashed, comfortably sitting at maximum base output. He seemed friendly, not too aggressive which was something she enjoyed about some of the Earthlings. The ex-general was quick to spot the injury on Chai's face, becoming slightly concerned. "Are you alright..? What happened to your eye if you want to say?"
Her voice was calm, however a Saiyan stronger than her soon descended upon the scene. For what nervousness arose it disappeared, seeing that it was a kid. "Well hello." She replied to the Saiyan boy, who quickly introduced himself as Negi. "You'd have the right to be curious, and as for you-" She turned to the goat zoan, speaking to him. "Thank you for the welcome back. I have a son here, and I reside once again in order to watch over him on the planet he protects."
Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 31, 2016 20:31:51 GMT
"Bloon n vinegar lad, what do they feed ye?" Val asked, looking up at the towering...goat. "Big'un ain't ya? Ain't seen no goat folk 'afore. Must be new around here, reckon' I'd see sum jolly giant like you, wot!" If the grizzled Saiyan was nervous around the three, he didn't show it. It was always nice to have the highest power level out of a group; he thought to himself before making a mental check. Even older Saiyan's weren't quite immune to their species innate arrogance. "Pleasure to metchya big'un, names Arlic. I'm the Sheriff 'round these parts. Old Girl's spaceship done scared a few ranchers, bet I'ma get some phone calls about a jolly giant zoan flying about!" Val's hand clasped around Chai's without much waiting for permission, the cybernetic limb obviously something he'd have for quite some time, as it didn't crush or put too much pressure on the goat-being's hand. "Don't mind the arm lad, Arcosian toke it 'afore you were born prolly! Very useful, but I don't thinkin' you'd like it. Rather hard to take a shower with, but it makes fine toast."
After the first greeting, the large Saiyan turned to regard his smaller counterpart. Taking in the dark hair, eyes, and muscle definition. Not a bad power level, his scouter chirped. Could trump him if'n I drop the weights, he thought to himself. It was a rough time in the galaxy after all, and there was no point in not being ready to handle trouble if it was trust at him. He'd seen younger Saiyans destroy worlds before. "That be the Lady's ship, young'un. Best be askin her about it yerself."
As for the grumpy changeling, the elder Saiyan merely dipped his hat low enough to show a sign of respect, without any submission. "Rest easy Frosty one, I ain't been no part of the SSE for a score o' years."
Chai's attention was quickly diverted to the saiyan with the robotic arm, who seemed to be shocked by the zoan's towering form. Blinking a few times with ever so slightly widened eyes. Upon being asked what the heck he ate to get so tall and if he was new around here, the goat spoke with a closed eye and a shrug. "...Not a lot, to be honest. And I guess you could say I'm new around these parts." Chai spoke, his sharpened fangs at the tip of his muzzle visible as he spoke, slow and calm breaths visible in the icy wind. These two seemed nice enough. The saiyan suddenly went to shake the goat's hand, which he barely had much time to react to. 'Roll with it.' The goat reminded himself. Chai smiled for a moment, although it faded when the saiyan, Arlic, told him not to mind the arm. While Chai didn't mind it- plenty of people in the Rebellion back home had prosthetics.
What did cause some repressed memories to arise was Arlic's statement that an Arcosian tore it off- much like his own eye! Forcing a smile again when Arlic spoke of folks possibly calling in when they saw him flying around, Chai spoke in a chipper, but still tired tune with a roll of his eyes. "Heh, well, I'm sure I probably would startle some people but... I can't exactly fly, so..." He spoke, his voice meek at the end. It was a little embaressing that he still hadn't properly taught himself to fly. He had no use for flight back home- he'd easily be spotted by the Special Forces in the air. The ground was the way to go. Speaking once more in response to the whole Arcosian-taking-Arlic's-arm thing, Chai spoke in a slightly doleful tone, but still keeping his one eye locked onto Arlic. "But, I can't say I cannot relate. As a matter of fact, yesterday, I met this Arcosian... he, uh... took out my ey--"
Then, the lady Arcosian spoke up, concerned about Chai's eye. Puffing his cheeks out a little while he pondered what to say, the goat pointed to his missing eye, speaking in a curious tone."Oh, this?" Folding his arms, Chai closed his one eye, recalling the experience. It was horrible- the goat was scarred for life, quite literally! "Eh, just gouged out by hand by an Arcosian... much like yourself just yesterday, long story short. I'd... really rather not get into the details. But don't worry. I know better than to hold a grudge against your species because of the actions of one." Chai spoke, speaking in a dignified tone, hiding his internal emotions about that day. The day he lost just about everything. A glum expression would cross the zoan's face for a moment, but it quickly switched to surprise when another saiyan boy approached. Uncrossing his arms, Chai gave a quick wave to the long-haired saiyan. "Oh! Hello there."
This "Negi" was curious about Polara's ship, it seemed. Chai spoke once more in a happier tune, in contrast to his previous sadness. It was best to push aside his guilt and dread for now. "Well, I would have to agree with you there, Negi. 'She is quite the beauty." The zoan put his hands on his hips, looking down at the group from his towering height of seven feet. It now seemed like introductions were in order, with Negi's identification. Bowing his head respectfully to the group for a moment, the leader of the distant rebellion introduced himself. "I am Chai. And, my partner... Yo, Guar, wake up."The goat prodded at the sword sheath laid across his back, causing it to... shake a little on it's own. The sword slid it's hilt out a little, just enough for an eyeball to be seen opening on the center of the hilt.
'Euuuugh.... wwwwho dares awwwwake me from my sssslumber?' A telepathic, disembodied voice with no clear owner echoed in the minds of the group. Chai rolled his eyes, grabbing the sword's hilt and pulling the sleepy blade out a little more. "Dude, come on. Can you at least introduce yourself?" Guardia blinked a few times, shaking his hilt like a head and snapping back into reality. 'Oh, uh, right...' Guardia finally hopped out of his sheath, doing a little flip in the air before landing on the ground, a blade of Ki emerging from his once barren hilt, planting into the snowy ground. bending over for a moment, the sword looked back over to the group, while Chai watched, looking rather amused. It was always fun to see how everyone reacted to a talking sword. ' 'Allo there! I'm Guardia. I know what you're thinking, and the answer is, I'm a demon who had the greeeeat idea to escape Hell without a body, and my essence was forced into this sword.' Guardia explained his own origins to clear up any confusion as to how a sword could talk and think. Rolling his one eye, the sword spoke once more. 'It ain't the best life, but it works well with my partner. So, who are all of you folks?'
Thread Base PL: 137,723 Resilium Core: 1,239,507 Inhibitors ACTIVE: 309,877
The male android relaxed atop the tallest peak in the frozen wastelands. In life, this had been his home and rightfully so as he an Arias had made their home here. So call it sentimental, but you could always count on one thing and that was that Carva would almost always return to this snowy place. He laid on a branch in a tall tree, reflecting upon things in his past as he stared up at the grey sky.
This was his fortress of solitude. This was his place to think. So when he felt a gathering of Ki signatures nearby, naturally he became concerned. His built in scouter beeped and though none of those energy signatures were worthy of any worry he still found himself curious. Was this just a meeting of Earthlings? He doubted it. They were a bit too powerful to be simple Earthlings. Carva sat up on the branch and then stood in midair, rising into the clouds.
Looking around , his amber eyes would flash as he pinpointed the locations of the kis. He narrowed his eyes in thought. Was there to be a battle? On his turf? He wasn't informed of this intrusion? He growled and jetted off toward the location, his visage a white streak in the air like that of a plane flying through the daytime sky.
Coming upon the little meeting, the android hung back for a moment. There were a couple of Saiyans there. There was one however that he recognized from his time with the SSE, a former rival of his. The wind brushed through his black hair and he narrowed his eyes on Negi of all people. The others didn't matter until they addressed him personally.
Levlidian had been present for quite some time and grinned down upon the gathered number, his lips curled further as they conversed and upon realisation that he recognised at least one of them he stepped clear of the Chasam and descended; as though uncaring of what he stepped into, the beasts boots met the snow not two feet from them and sank heavily into the frozen powder betraying a crack beneath his heels. Their conversation went on and he merely watched, they'd notice him in a moment as the cool air splayed his spine like, chocolate mane.
It hadn't taken him long to locate such a vast array of energies, interest had swallowed him after recognising Alaric's and so he'd sought them. The last few weeks had been adventurous to say the least and here lay a perfect moment to advance it further.
"Greetings," he uttered, the limbs folded into a weft of muscle and deep, black cloth swayed angrily in the breeze whilst he observed the Acorsian, pair of Saiyans and...a Goat? Thi sone he focused on for the longest and he huffed; "Well, we're an assorted bunch," he laughed, "We even have one of the folk the blasted SSe fend, like our Elder here I don't fight for them, figured I'd throw that out there I'm simply in search of good conversation, and greetings Sensai,"
Well, at least some of Negi's curiosity had been sated. Where some question marks had become periods, a whole slew of new pathways to tread had now been opened to the young saiyan. Earth was certainly the strangest place he had ever been, and he had even spent a few days on the strange world of Konats. Then something the arcosian said caught his attention. A son? Protecting Earth? It seemed odd, but Negi was willing to believe it. There was no way the arcosian was not hiding her power, though, if she had a son capable of defending anyone. The boy had no idea how, being completely ignorant to the concept of ki suppression, but he let it slide. He wasn't anticipating a conflict, nor did he intend on creating one so why did should he care? It seemed like the others here were comfortable enough, despite Chai having lost an eye recently to an arcosian, and the sheriff also having lost to an arcosian in the past.
Negi liked Arlic. There was something about the grizzled, war-worn saiyan that reminded him of Kyuuri. Perhaps it was simply the boy's mind connecting dots where they shouldn't really be connected, but his nostalgia for his old master only seemed to continue to grow as time passed. This man seemed to share in Kyuuri's sense of peace, unlike so many other saiyans. Almost a 'live and let live' sort of worldview, from what Negi could tell so far from the man.
Still not quite sure what a goat was, the boy assumed that it would probably taste good if it wasn't humanoid. Well, maybe Chai would taste good, but Negi wasn't going to try and eat him. Unless Chai died, of course. No use letting good meat go to waste! He licked his lips at the thought, belly grumbling as the boy realized that he hadn't eaten for almost a day now. When the sword piped up... That immediately removed all of Negi's attention away from everything else.
"What?!" Negi cried out, eyes wide and focused completely on the blade. Ignoring everything and everyone around him, the boy dashed toward Guardia. He'd never held a sword before, let alone a magical sword, let alone a magical demonic talking sword that glowed with energy. He needed to hold it. His hands reached out, grasping for Guardia, even as Carva's eyes lay down upon him from his hidden place in the sky...
Post by Polara Thermia on Nov 1, 2016 19:38:33 GMT
The Arcosian at first was pretty relaxed, but a tense situation arose from the mess that was her current situation. The Goat zoanthrope was speaking about a partner, and soon a disembodied voice filled her head. Shivering slightly, the ex-general really wasn't used to this, and stared as the sword suddenly expanded into a gorgeous array of colors as it's blade. The eye was a bit creepy, and the fact Levilidan had spoke of a SSE saiyan in their midst made her go rigid.
Looking around, her eyes fell on the child arrival, Negi. "You, Are you the one with the empire that so carelessly killed hundreds of us, broke my family apart, and destroyed my home? Are you with that faction that murdered our Emperor Wyntre? Answer me honestly, boy." She didn't care what he was doing, her tone suddenly becoming cold. Kid or not, most Saiyans regardless of age were complete and utter bastards; not caring about others or their action's consequences. If it wasn't for the lurking android, she could easily beat the tar out of any of them with her Brute form alone. Not that she wanted to hurt anyone at the moment, mind you.
Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 1, 2016 22:55:31 GMT
The Sheriff sensed the sudden hostile tone of the Arcosian. Decades of combat on the front line letting him know when a fight was threatened to come. It was called 'combat indicators' in text books. Subtle things, shifts of stance and sudden changes of tones and facial expressions. IF asked later how he'd know, Val wouldn't have an answer. It was instinct, and every Saiyan had one hell of a gut when it came to fighting. Settling a broad arm in-front of the younger Saiyan's chest in a quick, protective gesture. "Ye see a blasted uniform on 'em? Or you thinkin' my people be heartless slayers?" The towering fighter stepped forward, keeping the changeling blocked from the kid. "Pretty rich, coming from a Arcosian. Justa wee lad, wouldn't like it if'n folk treated your son wrong cause he was a Changeling now, would ya?" Fist of steel clasped over one of flesh, cracking knuckles in that casual way old fighters could. "Don't be startin' nothin' miss." A hat covered head flicked, indicating that the sword should be Negi's smallest concern.
"Go on young'un, answer the nice lady."
A brief snort of laughter came from the grizzled veteran, dipping his hat to Levlidian. "Why you gotta be callin' me that mate? Makes me sound even older. I ain't gone senile just yet, wait till yer my age, you'll have less vinegar in that blood."
Guardia sat on the snowy ground for a moment, eyeing Negi suspiciously before his single eye widened when the saiyan made the move to pick him up. The sword didn't wiggle- in fact, he seemed kind of happy. 'Oh, hello there! Gentle on the goods, okay?' This kind of reminded him of the time when he first met Chai, and he took him to the rebellion's base. So many were in awe of the talking sword's mere existence... It was little moments like those that made life just barely worth living in Universe Five. For now, the sword lay complacent with his eye closed, blade shimmering with a brilliant array of rainbow Ki. However, both Chai and Guardia had several more things to focus on. Guardia's attention drifted over to Polara when she began to attempt to harass Negi, which caused the swor's blade of ki to burn even brighter. Should things come down to a fight, the sword would gladly let Negi wield him in battle.
Meanwhile, Chai's fur stood up on end as he recognized an all too familiar rival of his that landed in the area. Levlidan! The guy that called dibs on Chai's head, and his longtime rival back in Universe Five. It was odd seeing the man that fought him to no end just standing there, not making any moves to attack. Chai almost said the man's name aloud in shock, but caught himself just as his mouth began to open. Both Guardia and Chai had not noticed Carva yet, though. For now, the masked goat warrior glanced from Levlidian to the group back and fourth, some sweat forming on his head before shaking his head and focusing onto Negi, Polara, Arlic, and Guardia. They seemed to be the main event for now. Guardia looked back to Chai, causing the goat to simply nod. Gurdia had this in the bag for now, there was no need for the goat to intervene, yet. Standing guard, Chai found himself looking around, before catching eye of another presumed fighter nearby! He couldn't sense this one's power- an android? Narrowing his eyes, Chai continued to stare dead at Carva, watching to see if the saiyandroid made any funny moves.
Guardia sweat a little when Polara began to harass Negi, but narrowed his one eye fiercely. Arlic also came to Negi's defense, causing the sword to let out a mental sigh of relief. Rolling his eye, the sword began to try to lighten the mood. 'Anyways! Tension is high, and I think we need to lighten the mood 'ere! Do you want to see what I can do, kid?' The sword cleared his nonexistant throat, light engulfing his body before it split into two- a multiform technique! The other newly formed Guardia multiform quickly did a little flip in the air, landing on the ground next to Arlic while the original was still held tightly in Negi's hand. 'Taaadaaa.' Both of the dual blades spoke in unison, before the clone turned to Polara, speaking in a pleading and solemn tune. 'Excuse me madam, but if you do not mind me prying... Have you ever met this young man before? It is rash to make assumptions based on species and alignment.'
The instant the Negi grasped Guardia's hilt, he felt a connection. There was a flow to the blade's ki as he held it, and a power that signified age and experience. The young saiyan wondered just how many people Guardia had fought in his lifetime. Probably a tremendous number to be able to function effectively as a weapon. He looked down at the glowing blade.
"Well, I'm sorry that you are trapped in a sword," Negi started, legitimately apologetic. He bet that it would be a terrible life for anyone to be trapped within an inanimate object, regardless of where they came from. "But I bet you are quite capable in a fight. At least you can enjoy your power, right?"
Then Polara's words rang in the boy's ears, as sharp and cold as the northern air in which they stood. The boy froze in place, not able to decide how he wanted to respond, when suddenly Arlic had stepped over to provide him cover. Negi was shocked - he'd never had someone stand up for him before in the past. And by a saiyan from Earth, no less. There was a thick tension in the air, yet for some reason Negi wasn't afraid. If anything, the pounding in his heart was signalling the start of that same roaring energy of excitement he felt whenever he was engaged in an intense sparring match. He still retained acute control, however, and remained silent and even as Guardia split apart in an impressive display.
The young saiyan remembered another saiyan's words - the words of a female who was also on the planet. One who was searching for allies in search of vengeance against two arcosians. And here, too, was Chai. Though Negi knew very little about the 'goat'-man, (whatever a 'goat' is), he doubted that losing an eye to an arcosian would leave someone with a positive bias toward those even remotely related. Even with the knowledge that the majority are not responsible for the actions of an individual. And Kyuuri, the one who had effectively given him his entire life, had very few positive things to say about arcosians. Not that he had said much about them in the first place, but to Negi, the track record wasn't looking good.
Negi gently pushed Guardia's rainbow blade into ground, and stepped past Arlic.
"Thank you, guys, but it's okay. This has nothing to do with any of you, so please don't risk getting hurt."
The young saiyan's eyes were locked on Polara. He stepped toward her until he was perhaps just a foot away from her, face to face.
"Yes, I am part of the SSE." Negi began. His eyes would never stray from Polara's as he spoke. "I haven't killed any of you arcosians, and none of the allies I've made have killed any of you arcosians. And I generally judge the people I meet based on their character, not their species, but I might make an exception in your case. Aren't you part of the species that has consistently enslaved every planet and species possible when given the chance?" The boy crossed his arms. "I don't expect that you want to go around destroying planets and breaking oaths, and I don't plan on doing so either. I'm not here to start a war, but I will fight you if you decide to start something."
The boy stuck out his right arm in a gesture of peace.
"We can make peace of our differences, or you can fight me. Make a decision."
Of all those gathered, Carva would focus his attention on his former rival Negi. How long had it been since he'd seen the Saiya-jin who had once been able to match him in power? The two had once fought in there Oozaru form which was quite a destructive and fun battle. The SaiyAndroid couldn't help it. Before he knew it, the young warrior was grinning from ear to ear as he saw his former rival in action, noticing he'd gained a bit of power since their last meeting.
But there was another Saiya-jin present in the sky, and Carva''s attention would be focused on him for a moment. His scouter, a built in scouter implanted into his left iris, took in the power of Levliden. He shrugged his large shoulders, thinking to himself. Impressive. A low class with a moderately high level. He smirked. I'll keep him in mind for later. He and Negi may be of great use to me on my "trip".
His eyes widened as he saw Arlic there, and he shook his head. This Saiya-jin was odd in appearance to the monstrous Saiya-android. Carva himself was over six and a half feet tall, and wore a futuristic suit of black Saiya-jin armor which shone in the light of day. His form fitting suit underneath was Crimson, and his hair was black and wild like any Saiya-jin's . But Arlic was the polar opposite, and Carva was disgusted with the pirate's garb. He sneered, but his attention would be focused elsewhere.
An Arcosian? Here on Earth? I suppose I shouldn't be suprised. And she seems to have hatred for the Empire, which isn't suprising. Carva knew of the history books, which had spoken of the Saiyan Empire's destruction of Arcose. He knew of his own allegiance though, and it was no longer to the Empire. The Saiya-Android foresaw no difficulty here.
His curiosity was peaked as he saw the goat, having only seen one zoan before and it was a cat. Finally, Carva smirked and cut through the tension in the air to land just next to where Negi was, asking everyone aloud. "Is this a private party, or can anyone join?!"