The Beginnings of a Pirate's Tale [OPEN]

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If there's something to happen... Well, here's what happened. A ship of really huge size, unlike those that normally used by the Remnant Alliance or the Namekian flew near the area where Namorel is, heading toward the village where he used to live, but stopped short just near the entrance. The ship looked more like a futuristic seaship with boosters. Her rustic goldish colored plating contrasting with colorful plates on her sides that shines as the ship's engine activated. From the size of the ship, it's most likely that her class is something along of a mothership. From the ship, several kids came out. Each of them doesn't seem to be saiyan and in fact Earthlings. They carried the boxes and greeted the Namekians, giving them the boxes. It's seem to be some sort of supplies.

"Don't drop any of them alright?"

"Yeeees!!"

From the ship, slightly older looking boy would came out. This one looked Saiyan... except his tail is gold and his hair is red. Perhaps a saiyan halfling. On closer inspection, the ship's deck bear insignia of the Remnant Alliance, a nearby saiyan faction that have a symbiotic relationship with the Namekian. The red haired youth that seem to be the leader of the Earthling boys and girls sat on one of the emptied cargo box while humming. Looks like today is a peaceful day too... hopefully so.

Namekian...? This is the first time Beat would see someone this huge. Not even his Berserker Super Saiyan form is this huge... At first he doubted his eyes, but considering the man is in front of him, he decided to believe it anyway. Seeing is believing they said. he seen the guy, so he'll believe it! The man questioned what does "his lot" doing in village this remote. Considering that it's at the very least it's closer to the Guru's lookout than the Remnant Alliance's base, he wondered if it's really Remote, but eh... he decided to trust it anyway. The man might looks menacing, but for Beat, face is a face. He's stronger by miles. Even if he's not, there's no reason to fear. The man is not a Demon Clan Namekian like those told by the Guru.

"Visitor? Oh... I guess this is the first time the village is visited by our faction? Sorry if we sounded like some suspicious group, but we're from Remnant Alliance you see," Beat took out his identification badge just in case. "We're Saiyan Faction somewhere on the southern region. We're your allies, accepted by the Guru. The Remnant Alliance is kind of spread thin on interplanetary mission, so you might rarely see us mercenary Saiyans, but we're pretty much around. We're here to supply the village with some daily necessities. Today is this village's turn to get the supplies."

He noticed the man eyed Van Eltia. Beat grinned. "That's quite appraising eye you got there, Mister. This is Van Eltia. She's more to outerspace vessel, this one. Still, her home is the water bodies of any planet. The sea, you can say! Apparently this one was a relic of an old era. I happened to encounter her during my travel to the Northern Ruins. One of them apparently a ship hangar for something this huge. She... well, aged more than thousand years probably, even before the Namekian migrated to here, apparently. She was a pirate vessel until the crew crashlanded to this planet. They're unable to get out and unable to repair her, so... well... she was kept in the hangar. Before then she was apparently a warship, but got stolen before her maiden voyage, so there you go. She's now in my hand, pretty much. I repaired her... and it's hard to believe, but her engine is still as good as current era's engine."

Ah, he forgot after all that talk. "Sorry about that. My name's Beat. I'm a half saiyan. Those kids are my family. We doesn't share any blood bonds, but we're sure family all the same. They're not saiyans, though."

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Around that time a light shriek would come echoing from the village not far off. Flashing lights coming from the doorway of one of the homes near the entrance of the village. Two namekians elders running out of the house moments after with a look of confusion, surprise, and worry painted on their faces. A look of so many emotions and panic seemingly chiseled onto their wrinkled faces. The lights flashing and growing brighter as all the windows and doorway showed brightness gleaming from inside. It was only with a exceptionally giant flash that the house itself flashed shortly after. A sign of glitter echoing out in a small puff explosion as once the smog and light settled the small house was still there but...

It's walls know appeared brown rather then white. An after a few moments droplets seemed to slowly run down the side of the building. Almost as if it was beginning to melt. A small purple head popped out briefly from one of the windows but ducked out of view a moment after. The hand reaching back up towards the entrance of one of the windows and yanking off a chunk of the window and a loud crunch and chewy sound was heard to any of those close by enough to the house. The occasional new flash as well emitting from the house from time to time the longer he went uninterrupted for whatever was happening and whatever it was. 

"Aye, can understand. She's a beaut eh? Well, thanks to that I guess I can give you a bit of info of how to get there, to her old hangar I mean." Beat produced a piece of paper that looked like a map. "As far as I know, the entrance is one of the rock formation on that place. You just need to find one that you can click on. The door should be open. I think after several times I gone there, the entire facility has gone offline... So you can directly access the hangar without doing any sort of shenanigans like I and my friend did. Also, Namekians are allies of the Alliance, so if you want to get some parts, you totally can go to the Saiyan Citadel. I'm sure we could help you gathering spare parts and such... well, provided you have money that is. I can help you on money front, but I guess you need to work for it."

...But all of that talk had to be cut short. He wanted to ask what makes the Namekian seem to be affixed to the notion of escaping this planet. Is it the boredom or something else? All in all, he understood the feeling and that's why he wanted to help him. But at any rate... He saw strange event that made him unable to ask. A... majin?

"Mister, whoever your name is, can you please take care of the elderies? I think... I need to do something about that thing."

There's a man that approached him, but he immediately answered with stern "Not now."

Beat approached the place with his super saiyan form ready. His red eyes locked on at the building, and ki building up on his arm.

"You would do good to stop that right this moment, Majin," he warned. "Destruction of property requires you to pay for it, you know."

...Did he candy beamed the place? Beat have no idea, but at the very least, the intent of the saiyan halfling is clear. He'll attack should the guy proved to be a threat or evil. He'll mostly aim to knock him out, and put him for questioning or something... Majin is a delicate situation. Isabella is the only other Majin here at the moment...

For a long moment only a silence came from the window and the now vacant window and hole. Only the lightly loud sound of heavy chewing was heard. Presumably the small creature or being munching on the prior buildings new chocolaty structure. Inside the house Hodo 'heard' the voices but just rolled his black violet eyes finding it rather bothersome. Each time he had to eat people always got so whiny about it all. Don't eat my house, Don't eat my furniture, Please leave my space pod alone! He couldn't help but feel himself lightly gag as the annoyance of it almost ruined the sweet melt in your mouth chocolate taste... almost. 

The response beat would get wasn't words. but... The second a head peeked up again. It would look in Beat's destruction but say no words as one eye was half closed peeking out a new hole. As if it was aiming or gauging Beat in some way or form. An then as he ducked down again. His hand sprang up at the glowing warrior and with a heave and chuck a large chunk of already melting chocolate was flying straight for the warriors face. Likely a mushy mesh if it actually found it target. 

"Go away, Stupid head!"

The small voice would say lightly still inside a large piece of furniture was scooted in front of the chocolate door. The furniture itself also chocolate but both were melting so most of the environment wouldn't have provided honestly even barricaded much resistance to outside force.