Searching for a Purpose (Departure Thread to Konats)

"Where is it!?" Samba growled under his breath, his hands moving piles upon piles of stone and fragmented rubble that was once a fully usable house before it got destroyed by a giant furry foot stepping on it. Taking a small moment to passionately curse under his breath at the SSE Saiyans that caused this to his hometown.

"Not here then," Samba muttered under his breath before moving forward, resolutely not letting his eyes roam too much around the destruction that has been brought in his hometown, much less the makeshift graveyard that stood no less than ten feet away and to the right of him, close to the entrance of the village.

"Hm?" A glint of something caught his eye, and the Zoan turned to stare at what could have reflected the sun rays, given that there weren't any reflective surfaces around here that could do such a thing now, and a wild grin blossomed across his face at what he discovered. "So that's where it was..."

With moss and other stuff covered its surface, there stood one of those attack balls that the SSE proudly used in the last War against Earth. Rubbing the surface clean from grime and collected dust, among other things he dared not to think about, the Zoan tinkered with the thing until it opened with a loud hissing sound, vapor or whatever air that used to keep the thing cool being expelled to the outside area, ruffling Samba's clothes and fur as a result.

"Oh boy, this is gonna be a tight fit..." The six foot two inches tall Zoan carefully entered the space-pod, taking a small second to admire how comfy the seat was until the hatch closed and the pod came back to life. "Greetings, Saiyan Taraxak. Please input the coordinates for space traveling." On the opposite side of the hatch, a screen lit up with foreign keyboards that made absolutely no sense to him.

Samba stared at the keypad, and as a last resort, he gingerly spoke. "Destination is Konats, the planet that houses the Konatsians." The robotic voice pitched up again, and Samba breathed a sigh of relief that it was also voice commands that this thing could pick up.

"Affirmative, setting the destination to Konats, arrival shouldn't take more than an intergalactic day." With that, the space-pod started to rumble and shake, and Samba felt something coil in the pitch of his stomach. It was hard to describe, but the Zoan settled for excitement coupled with a healthy amount fear of the unknown.

Like a bat out of hell, the space-pod shot from the ground and up into the skies at a ridiculous speed, soon disappearing from sight as it breached the atmosphere and soon enough taking its route towards Konats. Knowing that this could take a long while and that it will get boring as hell, Samba settled back on the seat and closed his eyes, soon enough falling asleep.

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