"Alright, Vera. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon." Waving at the floating android, Glass turned to face the young girl, her face set in steel. "And for you, I'll be leaving a number that leads directly to the Lookout. Either my sons or Mister Popo will answer. Tell them the reason you're calling, and they'll come and get you, ok?"

The girl nodded her head, accepting a slip of paper from the Namekian before running away, back towards her house. Glass watched her for a moment before rising into the air himself, waving at the villagers before flying towards the Lookout, and after a brief flight, landed on the white stone tile of his home.

Sodius walked out to greet his father. "The message is waiting in your office, I believe Popo went to the liberty of preparing lemonade for you. I'm going to train with Master Yi." As he began to float off, Glass waved him off, smirking at the thought of their surprise when Rin would come. Walking towards his office, Glass thought about the program he would walk her through.

Sitting in down in his throne-like chair, Glass swung his computer over from where it was mounted, and opened the message lingering on his screen. The contents made him want to hang his head or fly to the planet himself.

'Dear Guardian of Earth,

We regret to inform you that the peoples of New Namek do not have the resources to send you a compliment of warriors, in accordance with the Old Treaties. Though we wish we could do so, New Namek is currently experiencing its own problems, and the majority of our warriors are occupied with their duties. The elders are unanimous in this matter. We apologize for the inconvenience this may cause.

The Elders of New Namek'

Glass reached over and took a sip of his lemonade, but the flavored water did little to calm his nerves. What could the Namekians be going through that they couldn't spare a compliment of warriors? Was there even an issue? Shaking his head, Glass stood without preparing his won reply, knowing it would do little good when the Elders put their heads together.

Instead, he left to do some training of his own, at one of the nearby abandoned islands. It would pay him well to let his anger go this way, in a blaze of righteous fury, no matter how ill directed.