Post by Tarro on Aug 1, 2018 1:10:13 GMT -5
As Tarro went searching through the stars - the Super Saiyan relaxing in his pilot seat as he sped through the stars - he thought heavily on the mission at hand. On Namek were the Remnant Saiyans - the Saiyans who had sworn allegiance to Komatsu - living alongside the Slug people who created the Dragon Balls. If they had been living there so long.. How come they hadn’t already gathered the Dragon Balls and wished their race back? Was there some difficulty in procuring a Namekian capable of forging them? Or were the Namekians being stubborn? That would pose a problem for him when he arrived. But they were running out of time. He was worried about their race. “They likely haven’t heard the news yet..,” Tarro said to himself, wondering how he was going to break the news to them.
If he knew Komatsu, then he’d wager the Saiyan would feel plenty of rage towards the Demons for what he did to his kind (even if they were not part of his faction). Komatsu was brothers with Nasu, and showed a great deal of hesitation on Earth when encountering them. It was clear that he still felt responsible for them to some degree. “Oh well.. We’ll find out when we get there…,” he mused to himself as he continued to fly across space. They could use the support against the Demons. They were skilled tacticians who had enough resources to identify when Saiya was defenseless (despite the duration of time being all too brief).
He put the ship on auto-pilot for now… thinking that it was time for him to get some rest in the captain’s quarters. While the rest of the non-existent crew had bunking beds - he slept comfortably in the reserved quarters for the Captain. Tarro knew that the day Tarro had his own team was the day that he’d have to learn to share the space on the ship. But that day was not today thankfully. He didn’t really have much need to lead a team. He was content being on Tomina’s own squad.
Boy he was thinking way too much today. The Saiyan needed to nap, and take his mind off stuff.
Hours later and alarms started to ring, waking the Saiyan warrior from his slumber. His eyes widened as he groaned. Who the fuck was bothering him and why? “I just wanted to nap…,” he softly mumbles to himself as he plants his feet from the bed to the ship floor. Putting on his armor over his black jumpsuit with his boots and gloves- the Saiyan rushed over to the cockpit. After he checked the scanners: he saw an enemy ship had just destroyed one of his thrusters, and also one of their life support systems! “What the hell?” he shouted aloud as the fear of this unexpected development processed through his mind. Who could be attacking him and why? Had the Demons finally arrived?
Did they intend to shoot him down? No that didn’t make sense. They didn’t know who he was or what his ship looked like. To them he was a nobody. The Saiyan grinded his teeth together as he took the controls and began to steer his course towards a nearby planet within reach, that just might have a sustainable environment for him to crash land on. With only one thruster and limited life support- there was no way he was going to make it to Namek! “Fuck Fuck Fuck fuck! Why does this always happen to me?” he shouted as he banged his hand against the cockpit dashboard. “Guess I better be ready for a crash landing….,” he muttered to himself as he braced himself for impact.
The spacecraft collided hard into the snow, as the white power blasted off to the sides with his large spacecraft skidded along the surface. Tarro was holding on for dear life as everything around him began to shake violently. He normally loved flying, but this was not pleasant. Soon a giant dust cloud emerged from the force of the impact… things calming down to a halt as he found himself landed on a strange planet he did not recognize.
Jumping out of the cockpit - the Saiyan warrior looked out to see the results of his crash landing, and where the hell he was.
The nearby planet was a white planet, and from his scanners appeared to be an Ice planet of some kind. It was a good thing the armor he wore was warm, and that the Saiyans were not as easily susceptible to the cold as Earthlings. Because this was not a great place to be for the weak. “Where the hell am I…,” he muttered to himself annoyed. Taking a look at his ship… things weren’t looking great. If he had to guess - his ship was missing both a battery and its thrusters needed to propel into space…
Not the best place to lose a spaceship in. And Tarro wasn’t handy so… he was stuck here. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” he cursed loudly into the open void, yelling and hollering into miles of dead silence. There was nothing here. Just snow, cold, and blue skies. He was stranded. He was stuck on this desolate planet far from home, and with no way to radio home. It was times like these that he wished he had a scouter. He supposed he’d have to figure out how to telepathically communicate, like Tomina did.
Tarro couldn’t help but feel exasperated. Why did all this stupid shit happen to him?
If he knew Komatsu, then he’d wager the Saiyan would feel plenty of rage towards the Demons for what he did to his kind (even if they were not part of his faction). Komatsu was brothers with Nasu, and showed a great deal of hesitation on Earth when encountering them. It was clear that he still felt responsible for them to some degree. “Oh well.. We’ll find out when we get there…,” he mused to himself as he continued to fly across space. They could use the support against the Demons. They were skilled tacticians who had enough resources to identify when Saiya was defenseless (despite the duration of time being all too brief).
He put the ship on auto-pilot for now… thinking that it was time for him to get some rest in the captain’s quarters. While the rest of the non-existent crew had bunking beds - he slept comfortably in the reserved quarters for the Captain. Tarro knew that the day Tarro had his own team was the day that he’d have to learn to share the space on the ship. But that day was not today thankfully. He didn’t really have much need to lead a team. He was content being on Tomina’s own squad.
Boy he was thinking way too much today. The Saiyan needed to nap, and take his mind off stuff.
Hours later and alarms started to ring, waking the Saiyan warrior from his slumber. His eyes widened as he groaned. Who the fuck was bothering him and why? “I just wanted to nap…,” he softly mumbles to himself as he plants his feet from the bed to the ship floor. Putting on his armor over his black jumpsuit with his boots and gloves- the Saiyan rushed over to the cockpit. After he checked the scanners: he saw an enemy ship had just destroyed one of his thrusters, and also one of their life support systems! “What the hell?” he shouted aloud as the fear of this unexpected development processed through his mind. Who could be attacking him and why? Had the Demons finally arrived?
Did they intend to shoot him down? No that didn’t make sense. They didn’t know who he was or what his ship looked like. To them he was a nobody. The Saiyan grinded his teeth together as he took the controls and began to steer his course towards a nearby planet within reach, that just might have a sustainable environment for him to crash land on. With only one thruster and limited life support- there was no way he was going to make it to Namek! “Fuck Fuck Fuck fuck! Why does this always happen to me?” he shouted as he banged his hand against the cockpit dashboard. “Guess I better be ready for a crash landing….,” he muttered to himself as he braced himself for impact.
The spacecraft collided hard into the snow, as the white power blasted off to the sides with his large spacecraft skidded along the surface. Tarro was holding on for dear life as everything around him began to shake violently. He normally loved flying, but this was not pleasant. Soon a giant dust cloud emerged from the force of the impact… things calming down to a halt as he found himself landed on a strange planet he did not recognize.
Jumping out of the cockpit - the Saiyan warrior looked out to see the results of his crash landing, and where the hell he was.
The nearby planet was a white planet, and from his scanners appeared to be an Ice planet of some kind. It was a good thing the armor he wore was warm, and that the Saiyans were not as easily susceptible to the cold as Earthlings. Because this was not a great place to be for the weak. “Where the hell am I…,” he muttered to himself annoyed. Taking a look at his ship… things weren’t looking great. If he had to guess - his ship was missing both a battery and its thrusters needed to propel into space…
Not the best place to lose a spaceship in. And Tarro wasn’t handy so… he was stuck here. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” he cursed loudly into the open void, yelling and hollering into miles of dead silence. There was nothing here. Just snow, cold, and blue skies. He was stranded. He was stuck on this desolate planet far from home, and with no way to radio home. It was times like these that he wished he had a scouter. He supposed he’d have to figure out how to telepathically communicate, like Tomina did.
Tarro couldn’t help but feel exasperated. Why did all this stupid shit happen to him?
