"The Tuffle model, hm...? So these scouters date that far back..." His father had mentioned them once or twice before, as had his grandfather. How interesting that these modern devices dated back so many years ago. They must have been awfully primitive, yet Vegeta now felt an urge to get a hold of one. Perhaps somewhere in his travels he might come across one, he'd love to try and reverse-engineer it, just to see how one was put together. The notion of scouters had never really been much of a focal point for him despite how ingenious they were. Knowing there was such a long history behind the devices renewed his enthusiasm a bit however. "Oh I'm well aware, trust me. And realistically it will take some time, not every world will have the resources to even build a ship, let alone go on long voyages in one. It'll take a year at the very least to get any programs off of the ground, and then who knows how long thereafter to really get it booming. Unless, that is, we provide some aid, then other people could join us in no time." As Sayomi pointed out there were a good few repercussions of bringing more and more races into space. Risk of conflict aside these aliens simply wouldn't know how to navigate or what worlds were safe, it'd be a hectic beginning for sure. "Humanity has been in space, just not as extensively as Saiyans. I suppose there's never been much reason for us as a planet to travel out. My company does research new technologies though, so humans could very well join as well soon."

Vegeta was rather troubled by the idea of more Beastmen, as he should be. Making them was relatively easy compared to making one that was stable, his own father's work could attest to that. The King could well produce 1,000 and maybe a fraction would be fit for any kind of service. Artificial or not he thought that was a waste of life, and talent. If those scientists could duplicate such a process then they shouldn't be doing so to create weapons of war. "Beastmen are unpredictable though Sayomi. My father's work speaks about his failures, and he had a few that were borderline manic because they were so unstable. The ones that were like that had to be put down..." he explained, frowning dismally. "Those who were mentally sound were often too unhealthy and died rather quickly. I don't know what I'm more worried about, why the King might use them or how many lives will be lost trying to perfect it." Maybe Sayomi was right though, they could just be made as slaves. That was just as bad in Vegeta's mind, creating life only to have it live in servitude to another, such a waste of potential. It was part of the reason he was conflicted about giving Viral orders, he didn't like taking away the Beastman's autonomy, even if he did work better with direction. 

Sharing their battle plans with Viral would hopefully bring him down from this angry bout he was having, Korian didn't want a scene on his hands. Not that one hadn't happened already, the Beastman and Takeshi were anything but quiet. With the display set up for Viral to see the rebel went through their first plan step by step, changing the display as he went to give a visual idea. Even in his precarious mental state the commander wanted to hear Viral's input, he certainly did have a mind for strategy after all. Korian would be a fool to not accept some input, there were always things he could miss or not even consider, some which Viral highlighted right away. "Either we destroy them or disable them, the latter being preferable," he agreed, nodding his head. "We considered the use of decoys, but we've only so many ships to our name, and even fewer that we can spare. Decoys might work... But that's a big risk we're taking by leaving it all to chance. This is precisely why I asked for your input." Smiling a bit Korian brought the display back to the original phase, hitting another button as the image changed. Now the rebel fleet was broken up into three clusters, each approaching from a different angle. "And this? What do you think of a trident approach?"

Takeshi had sort of forgotten about Shu while he was arguing, only recalling his brother was present when Viral went off. Immediately he felt ashamed and angry with himself for acting out, knowing full well it made his brother uncomfortable. Between feeling slighted and being upset with himself he was in a fair lousy mood now, standing at his sibling's side with his arms tightly folded against his chest. Regardless of whose plan they went with pretty soon they'd be fighting their father, and all of his men. Were they really ready for something like that? Was Shu? "Would you want to stay back...? You can stay on a ship while we go fight, if you want to." Takeshi replied, smiling gently. "I won't think of you any differently if you don't want to fight buddy. I'm nervous too, but... We have to stop him, and I'm going to help however I can." Even if meant fighting while afraid he had to do it. It was their fault that people had gotten hurt because it was their father who did it, so it was only right one or both of them stop him. Reaching out and putting an arm around Shu's shoulders he pulled him in for a hug, looking over at Korian and Viral as they spoke. "I'll help you with that, if you want," he added, looking down at his brother before rubbing at his neck bashfully. "I kind of need help too don't I?"