To Seek The Throne City [Mint]

Soaring through the skies was the thunderbird leaking a visible trail of white aura as it would whimsical spin about, performing the occasional loop de loop, while making sure to keep a semi-attentive glance at the scenery below. The skies were painted a healthy blue, along its mountainous red landscape with the occasional passing vehicle steaming through the area. There was nothing odd to note, which was quite typical of a normal day’s patrol at least for Mint. Patrolling didn’t seem like the most appealing part of the job to those in the force, some may describe it to be a bit mundane at times. But not for this woman, as she was always up for using it as a chance to exert her aerial capabilities to its fullest in order to better herself when it came to a time where she would need swift jet-like speeds to pursue a runaway or something of the sorts.

From her high vantage, she could practically see the whole capital in the horizon along with a few other cities, but her main focus was simply the area below appraising the scenery for anything that would be out of place. And whether it was fortunate or perhaps a curse, she did happen to hook her lenses onto something that wasn’t the typical scene. <Is that. . . a robot?> From below, her sights were set on what she believe to be a machine judging by its metallic appearance. It seemed to have a face on its body but the most eyeballing thing was that it had weaponry on it. While it wasn’t uncommon for even citizens to have weapons, having missile launchers seemed overboard. Perhaps the one controlling the machine had some nefarious intentions in mind or something of the sorts. <Plus. . . whoever’s in that thing is strong.> The brunette wasn’t the most adept with sensory abilities but was able to tell the mass amount of power stemming from the robot’s direction.

A logical thing if she were to play by the books was to call HQ and report this before acting, after all engaging into a possible fight on one’s lonesome was a rash thing to do. But although Mint was usually the cooperative person she still was something whom was overconfident in her abilities- no, she had to be else she couldn’t keep her engine running. Mentally preparing her just in-case the worse was to come and this would turn into a brawl of some sorts, her face moulded into one of cautiousness as she descended down from her flight to eventually stop in the path where the robot-man-thing was heading to. “Excuse me, mind telling me where you are going and what you plan to do with that weapon you’re carrying?” Her words were spoken with a tone of amiability and calmness, but her posture did seem a little tense. “You do seem pretty suspicious after all, riding a machine with a weapon out in the middle of nowhere.”

The inspection would reveal quite an eye opening surprise as what responded to her wasn’t what she was entirely expecting. What she presumed was a robot opened its mouth revealing teeth along with conveying words. While being a person that does fiddle with machinery herself, talking robots weren’t that much surprising, but this one didn’t seem like your standard robot. After all, it had teeth! And it referred to her as fleshy mortal, words that warranted her face to show slight offense, before looking down to inspect herself. “I don’t think I’m fat.” Mint whispered in a defensive tone to herself. Then again, she did recall that she went a bit overboard with eating recently. And did he refer to the arm of the robot as his own arm? Putting two and two together, Mint slowly pieced together that perhaps her past assumption was wrong.

“A bit, it’s not a common thing to see someone whose arm is actually a weapon. Then again, I suppose anything is a weapon in the hands of a trained person.” Mint shuddered, having a flash back to one fight that she had with Chife whom was using a newspaper as a means to defend himself. Many bruises were had that day. “And you say you are a Metalman?” Her arms crossed, tilting her head to think. She did believe that she came across the name of such a race in the records of an old case before, but even though in her past she’s met many different kinds of sentient beings this would be her first encounter with this one. Her shoulders relaxed, letting out a little breath. The brunette may have been on edge a little before, but it seemed that he wasn’t a threat as far as she could tell.

Flashing a pearly smile, while still staring at him with interest at his… unique form, she’d let out an apology. “Sorry for stopping you, you may not know this but you look pretty suspicious but I figure that was my fault for being a little ignorant here. Just had to do my job and make sure everything was alright while I was on a patrol.” Was this person a traveller? It didn’t seem as if her recognized her profession by what she was wearing so she was a bit curious to whether he knew that she was a member of the SDF or at least had a clue to their existence. With them often prowling around the galaxy you’d have to be living under a rock to not know of that they protect the innocent. “So, you’re heading to the city on foot?” It seemed a bit odd; she would figure that he could at least fly given his form or at least have some kind of transport. Then again considering his size perhaps he would be unable to do such a thing.

While she certainly could just leave, she felt a bit guilty for jumping the gun and calling him a machine as well. Wouldn’t that be a racist remark? Mint certainly hoped not. Hoping on her feet forward to lean in, head staring down at his gigantic face body, a question was asked. “Maybe I could give you a little assistance, that is if you need any help?”

It was her assumption that his words were a joke, merely something said to lighten up the mood. But she was reasonably sure that she could sweep him up and carry him to the capital just as a kind act. While Mint certain could just leave him be, it’s always been in her nature to lend a helping hand if she finds an opportunity to do so. “Don’t worry; I’m a little stronger than how I look.” She affirmed with a cocky smile, rising up to stand up straight. Her confidence came into question however, as the Metalman went on to prove that his words were indeed facts. As he jumped, to soon land her face went from slight arrogance to utter surprise as the quake produced by his impact almost resulted in her falling over. It was a good thing that her sense of balance was just as big as her sense of pride at her physical capabilities.

<What on the Sadal?> she thought in a panic, squinting at the metallic man’s form. <What exactly is he made of?> His race is called Metalmen but even metal wouldn’t be that heavy. Sure, it was probably possible for Mint to perform such a feat if she attempted to strike the ground with her power, but to get a shake of that degree from just jumping was something that she never would expect to witness. Letting her smile turn into a nerved one, she would revaluate her options. “Aha, well I don’t think I can just manage to do that without risking you falling a few times.” Some part of her did want to try, but considering that it was carrying another person she didn’t want to risk them being harmed by her rash choices. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to try and help in some other way however.

“Buuuuut-” Swiftly, the brunette raised a digit in the air to signify an idea popping into her head. “I could just walk along with you if you need some company. My patrol is about to end anyway so it wouldn’t be too much trouble on my end.” It was merely just a kind suggestion but not without being beneficial to herself. She would easily get to strike up a few conversations with this stranger and perhaps find out a bit more about his strange body and maybe even his travels. Secretly she’s a little bit more interested at the fact that he’s biologically looking like a machine, due to being a tinkerer with mechanical objects.

His weight still remained to be quite a surprising thing, even after the shock of seeing him perform that quake passed. “Hm.” The Saiyan tapped her foot, attempting to genuinely think about what he said. “I guess you do? I could still lift you if I tried, but not everyone around is that interested in training as I am.” After all, not all of Saiyans were people whom were content only training and fighting for some cause, there was many whom were just civilians and lived out their lives like a normal person. While it was all good to be confident, she knew very well that she’d drop him a few times along the way. While she assumed considering his form that he may not feel it, that was just an assumption plus it wouldn’t be quite comfortable either way.

As the metalman agreed with her suggestion she’d perk up with a little bit of excitement, “That’s great. But-.” She paused; his words earlier were a bit odd. “Anymore?” Considering what this term meant, it meant that perhaps a previous exchange didn’t start off quite well. Mint felt a sensation of pity for him, considering the way he looked there would certainly be a lot more people other than just herself judging him on the way he looked, especially it would be a bit of a common occurrence happening in the capital despite the diverse amount of races within there. Is it due to him looking in-organic? The Saiyan didn’t know, but perhaps this little meeting would stop her from judging people based on how they look. Then again, knowing her she’d just make the same mistake after soon forgetting about this life lesson.

Twisting around to face the direction of the capital, assuming that her metal-guest would happen to be following her, she’d hum and happily walk to the said direction. “So, you said that you’re exploring the galaxy. That’s pretty impressive, have you been doing it for a short-while or have you got a lot of stories to tell about your travels.” She peeked behind her, taking a look at him adding on, “Because If you do I wouldn’t mind hearing about them. I don’t have that much time for vacations to other planets being so busy with my job and all.”