"Yeah, but that's [i]if[/i] the guy gives a crap about what he's done. I've met some really crappy people T'charrl, our father is one of them, and they don't give a damn who they hurt with what they do. So do you really think locking someone like that up is better?" Giving someone like that a chance to live, even in a cell, was a little too good in his eyes. If you were that nasty to just kill an innocent person or really hurt others for your own ends then you didn't have any place in this world, or any for that matter except maybe Hell. He couldn't help but compare it to the Saiyan way of handling people, which while not the best way by far it certainly kept people from doing bad things. To him it just sort of seemed like letting the equivalent of a war criminal live was basically giving them a free pass, even if they were in a cell. "To be fair, our father is way harsher than anyone I've ever met, probably worse than this General guy even. So I'm speaking from that perspective where pretty much every little crime is harshly punished, you know? And I'm not saying do that, but for a guy like this... Clipping his wings and just putting him away somewhere, that's it?" Eh, it wasn't really his business to decide the fate of some guy on an alien world, no matter his opinion on the matter. Anyways he had other things to occupy himself right now, like Shu practically clinging to him. Smiling sympathetically Takeshi placed an arm around his brother's shoulders, giving his arm a rub to try and console him. "Relax Shu... Nothing bad's here and nothing's going to hurt you, yeah? We're perfectly safe."

Some ways further down the corridor the cells became fewer and fewer, but also a bit larger and with heavier duty doors and locks. Naturally this was where the more dangerous criminals were kept, and the population down on this end was fairly light, maybe 3 or 4 people at most. Garesh's room was all the way at the end, and even with the guard escort there were yet another two placed outside of his door, both armed with swords at their hip ready for use. Obviously no expenses were being spared in keeping the man locked up, which probably was warranted given all he'd done. The escort saluted the other two upon arrival and dismissed them, evidently they were switching shifts as well. Once handed the keys to the cell one of the men turned to the trio, frowning as he held them up. "Now boys, we've been given very explicit instructions for how this will be done. We'll stand at the door and keep an eye on you as you speak to Garesh, and you are not under any circumstance permitted to strike the prisoner. T'charrl, your mother was abundantly clear with this point as well; if we deem it is too strenuous for you to see him then we will take you out of the room, just as a precaution. We don't wholly know what your abilities are and we'd rather be safe than sorry." Expecting a surprised response from sharing that information the guard smiled slightly, "We're among the few who were informed, and don't worry, none of us think any worse of you for it. Now, are there any further questions?"

Two dozen vials of stem cells, that should be enough to help get Viral on the fast track to recovery. Yet Vegeta still had his doubts, even after crunching the numbers and running whatever kind of tests he could without administering the cells to Viral himself. This would be his first real test for gene therapy, never mind the brief foray into it their first visit to Kaesstra; the chances of something going awry or it not working completely was larger than he'd like to admit. The chance of success was still higher than that of failure, statistically speaking by a large margin, but he loathed to have anything over 10% for failure. "It is our only option, and I'm running out of time to work," Vegeta said, trying to justify the work itself, "Viral will have to make due with this, I can develop a cure further once he's at least stable." So then, should he go about starting treatment now? Unless something went wrong he should be able to handle this like routine shots, just ask Viral to come in now and again for the injection and let him be on his way. Not too intrusive, and it meant the Beastman could retain some degree of autonomy during the process. Well, at the very least he could go ask and see what his friend wanted, and depending on the response they could work from there. Sealing up the container for the cells Vegeta sighed, heading for the door to go fetch the Beastman.

Leave it to the General to come up with a brilliant plan even while stuck in a cell. To strike at the Prince in the dead of night, and to whisk him away to a secret location for extraction, it was a sure fire success given the setting and their expertise. Kaesstrians could use camouflage in the middle of the day and it was nigh impossible to see someone unless you were really trained for it; concealing oneself at nighttime made the person utterly invisible. Their people had a modest sense of smell, but if one was to keep downwind or out of the wind entirely even their scent couldn't be detected. The trio of Garesh's men kept this in mind as they stalked towards the ship, intending to infiltrate it and track down their mark. It wasn't difficult to find the vessel in question, it stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the forest. Locating the ship itself wasn't the problem, but getting inside of it would be tricky. What's more as they drew nearer to their destination they caught sight of someone outside of it, walking around the area as it seemed. A patrol? Unlikely, they wouldn't possibly know something was planned for tonight. Just coincidence then, so how to handle it? There were three of them and one stranger, the men were confident they could take him down. But rushing right on out would be foolish and draw unwanted attention, they would need to be careful about this. Coming to a tree some few dozen meters shy of the ship the three stopped, perched on different branches as they all discussed how best to approach the man.