Sayomi frowned slightly at Vegeta’s answer to his alien problems, not seeing it as the best solution of the matter, “That would be cruel. Letting him get started with his problems only to dump him? Even we wouldn’t do that to a mutant”, she spoke, not finding it very friendly at all. She cared for others who appeared to struggle on their own, hoping to help them and bring them peace or improve their lifestyles. It was a challenge that she’d gladly accept, especially when she hated to be left without a hobby. Vegeta seemed to be very much the same, finding his own company too untrustworthy to take care of this problem, “You’ll do fine. If you trust him, you’ll make progress and have a powerful ally on your side”, she spoke, finding his next statement to be a little reminiscing, “Hmm, I used to read up on all sorts of aliens…about their anatomy, their culture, learning their languages…their strengths and weaknesses…of course, it gave me an edge in battle too. A strong mind makes for a stronger body and I am one of the most powerful out there. If I survive the felling of the King, I’d love to explore the galaxy”.

The biggest problem Sayomi saw when it came to the Beastmen was not only them being potentially great warriors, but they would become cannon fodder themselves and thrown into battle just for the sake of thinning out their forces. The King could make more Beastmen if he so wanted, so it wasn’t as if he would be risking losing numbers. Disconnecting the cable once the transfer was done, she looked to the door again with things becoming a little heated from the sounds of it, definitely finding it to not be the most encouraging sound she could hear. Frowning a little, she looked back to Vegeta again, “Well, if you can that would be one big step forward. You may also risk your friend finding out you’re doing this, though”, she spoke, sighing, “Finding out your colleague is researching a way to potentially undo your genetic makeup must be terrifying”. Finding the logic behind telling Korian pretty weak, she let out a sigh and straightened herself out, “Hmmm I guess. I’m much more worried about him treating them differently and assuming they’re suffering”, she spoke, looking to the door, “And if these are instead completely artificial Beastmen, he may choose to wipe them out completely because they will be a threat without morals. What do you think of that? The possibility of a whole new artificial race…must make the King feel like a god”.

Viral didn’t believe Takeshi knew what strategy was, especially when he was never put into a position like his and just had to go in and kill at random. All he cared about was fighting without strategy, something that would get everyone killed and yet it was a wonder that his old team had survived. Takeshi could try and believe he was a strategist, but he didn’t have anything beyond what he had seen from others, “I just told you a plan, you deaf naked ape!” Now he was really getting annoyed at him, especially now it was evident that he wasn’t listening. He had a ton of battle strategies and yet all of them would probably be overlooked by Takeshi, “You have no experience with looking after a squad, meaning I can’t trust you with it. Is this the same attitude you young Saiyans have when assuming you can compare yourself to an Elite?”

Viral was definitely annoyed at Takeshi, that much was obvious. He couldn’t understand how he would think taking control of an army was as easy as battling when it was not the same thing; there was no way Takeshi could pay attention enough. Just getting all angry and flustered, he sighed angrily when Korian addressed him, looking to Takeshi before moving to Korian. Hopefully these plans of his involved patience and no charging. Folding his arms, he waited for Korian’s prompt, hoping he really had the answer he was looking for as he followed him to the console, “So long as it’s better than grabbing a bunch of warriors and charging…”