Being pretty much at her wit's end Yumi resorted to giving Viral a hug after everything else. It wasn't much and likely wasn't going to do anything but she just wanted to give him one. It was like when you heard someone tell you something really sad and there was just that weird urge to give them a hug for comfort, sort of like that. Of course hugging the Beastman never went as she wanted, and sure enough the words coming out of his mouth scarcely sounded like he was comforted. In a way thinking that his situation could be worse was being positive, kind of. At least he wasn't saying or wishing that would happen to himself which was surely a good sign. "Yeah... It could be worse, and it is going to get better," Yumi stated again, letting go of her friend as she stood up with a smile, "It can't be much longer now, you know that. Once Vegeta has something he wants done he'll work until it's finished, especially if its with one of us. So you can pretty much guarantee you're going to be better soon." With his smarts and work ethic there was no way Viral was going to be suffering for much longer, she was positive of that. And once he was finally better they could get back to doing things like they used to, and more importantly Viral could fight with them again, something he had been dying to do for quite a while. That alone was bound to make him pretty happy, and of course just being healthy probably would play a small role in that as well. 

Haku was borderline fainting himself, so the directions given to him by the Spirit weren't entirely clear. Giving energy sounded like a simple enough task, he could do that by just tossing Ki at the alien, right? Before anyone had a chance to tell him otherwise he did precisely that, hurling a small orb of Ki at T'charrl and maybe thinking he would absorb it. At first it looked like his attack just hit the Kaesstrian right in the face, making the Saiyan cringe when he watched T'charrl fall over. Blinding or hurting the alien wasn't exactly what he was trying to accomplish here, so he was relieved when things seemed alright. Relief quickly became unease again when the Kaesstrian got back up, doing so in a sluggish manner but managing to rise to an upright position. Jeez this was freaky, that was one hell of a menacing look for T'charrl. "How the heck am I going to be positive?! Do I have to hug him or something?!" Haku asked, again not totally sure just who he was talking to. Positive, positive, what in the heck did that mean? He hadn't the faintest clue but figured that he could try just transferring energy. He knew how to do it through training, he'd shared some with a few soldiers before when asked so he was familiar with the process. Eying T'charrl nervously he swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat forming on his body. Well he'd come to help and he was going to, but this stupid business was probably going to get him killed. With one shallow exhale he vanished, darting around as quick as his feet would carry him to end up behind the Kaesstrian. Looking at all the spikes uncertainly he jumped up, finding a clear spot before placing a hand on T'charrl's back, quickly getting his Ki flowing and trying to send it into the alien. "Come on... Take my energy T'charrl!"

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First the Rebels on the doorstep and now this nonsense. Things were progressing too quickly, much more quickly than they had anticipated. If the situation continued on as it was then this would become a two front war and that was the last thing either side needed. The newest enemy to the fray was allied to no one but itself and a threat to Saiyans and Rebels alike. Whether the other side liked it or not they would have to face this foe first before the war between them could truly be settled. In a way the Saiyans should be grateful that these damnable creatures had decided to appear when they did. With the Rebels being within striking distance of Kortal it would have been one hell of a battle, a battle in which the Saiyans were not wholly ready to commit to. This distraction allowed them to gather their forces again, yet once they had the Rebels had moved off, leaving the remainder of their latest foe for the military to clean up. A few ships had been invaded by the creatures, and one by one they were being cleared of the pests. It was difficult if not nigh impossible to really know if all of the beasts were slain so every ship remained on alert until it was absolutely certain no more threats were nearby.

To think he had to be bothered to come out here and reclaim his own vessels. If he had half competent troops onboard then this wouldn't be an issue and he could have remained back on Kortal. Since the Rebels had been so close however all Elites were recalled to the planet, leaving mostly standard soldiers to fend off the beasts. Being rid of the creatures was a fairly simple task even if Ki didn't work on them. Though that statement wasn't wholly correct, as Yamate had discovered. If you managed to strike from inside the beast, oh say by burying one's fist in it and releasing Ki, then it worked quite well. Messy, but it was a sure fire way of disposing of the vermin. Currently the King found his hands wrapped around the throat of one such beast, throttling the very life out of it with a cold, hard glare on the monster as it squirmed. Ignoring the sorry scraping of its claws on his chest he held firm until it finally gave up, giving it a good shake to make sure it was truly dead. Satisfied he tossed the corpse to the side, watching as it was gradually reduced to purple smoke, same as all of those before it. Slowly the body of the beast melted away until nothing was left, the smoke thinning out and seeming to vanish into mid-air. Such annoying opponents, these beasts. Blow them up, tear them apart, even decapitate them and all they did was turn into smoke, it didn't feel like they were truly fighting anything.

The other ships should be just about cleared at this point, and Yamate knew he just dispatched the last on this vessel. Glancing down at his chest he frowned while inspecting his armor, noting all the scratches and dents on it. He'd not brought his typical royal armor, opting for standard gear as he knew it was bound to get damaged. Good thing he had, it would have been quite bothersome to have that armor ruined by such a frivolous fight. Scoffing again at the notion of his being here the King turned around, and as he did he saw Krom coming towards him. He'd brought the other man along to help him in clearing this ship, seeing as it was one of their larger ones and thus more men would make the job easier. "Part of me almost wants to chase those damned Rebels down, just to let out this aggression I'm feeling," Yamate hissed, dusting off his chestplate as he approached Krom. "I don't like this, at all. These things shouldn't be appearing yet, we should have had more time. If they're beginning to appear then we need to move faster." Krom didn't wholly know his plan, not the truth of it anyways. He knew Yamate was seeking power, but that in of itself was quite vague. The reality of his design was his knowledge and his alone, and he intended to keep it that way for now. "We're going to need my sons again... You know this as well as I do. For us to defeat what's coming and the Rebels we need their strength, whether that's willingly or by force."