"I know he's out here... But where the heck did he go...?" Yumi mumbled, a frown pulling the corners of her lips down. Exhaling in a sigh she slowly rose up into the air to get a peek at the roof, and after not spotting Viral anywhere landed back on the grass. He couldn't be too terribly far, he'd come back with Vegeta after all. Glancing around the area she sniffed at the air, trying to pinpoint his scent amongst all the strange others. Amongst all of the other odors she managed to pick her friend's out, turning about and smiling brightly in the direction of the shrugs. "There you are! Why are you trying to hide from us?" Cutting across the lawn Yumi stopped shy only to make sure that she was being followed, frowning and waving for Kabocha to come with her, which he did begrudgingly. With the Saiyan at her side she looked down at where Viral was hidden, putting her hands on her hips. "Kabocha has something to say to you, don't you?"

While inside and relatively safe it was easy to talk about speaking to Viral. Now that he was out here though, perfectly vulnerable to an agitated Beastman, suddenly this plan didn't seem so great. He was here though, he had little choice otherwise than to go with it. Smiling slightly when prompted the Saiyan stepped forward, slowly, and nodded his head. "Sorry for earlier..." he grumbled, not even looking in Viral's direction. Getting a smack in the arm he growled at Yumi before deciding to try again. "Look... We're not going to get along amazingly, I know that. But... I was out of line earlier, and I had no right to say anything that I did. Maybe I harbored some resentment towards you, or whatever, but I'm willing to look past that right now. There's something else I need to say too..." Diagnosis time, how would Viral take being told that something was seriously wrong with him? "The twins and I think we know what's been bugging you, I mean really bugging you. It's pretty common, but we think you've got PTSD. Know about it?"

Ka'shra wasn't fond of this little messenger, he seemed nervous and a slight tick idiotic. First impressions meant a lot and so far the little Saiyan was doing a poor job of it. "So he's trying to surprise the general with his latest toy, is he? And I'm meant to be a guinea pig of sorts...?" Shaking his head a bit the old Kaesstrian smiled slightly, rubbing at his forehead. So this is what he had been reduced to, an adviser of sorts. "I will not lie, I've been curious as to what's been going on. I suppose I can come take a look, if he's that desperate for my input. He's at his office, yes?" 

"Yes sir, he told us that he'd be there for a while, but he'd prefer if you can get there as soon as possible." Okay, so they had the man going to Katas' place, but they still needed information. The fact alone he'd managed to convince Ka'shra of that much allowed him a sigh of relief, leaning back in his seat with a meek smile. There was more to be asked though if they wanted this to be worthwhile. "Katas mentioned it was for the war, though not exactly what it was. From what I gathered he was eager about it though, like it can get you a big advantage or something. I'm guessing you're hopeful for the war to end too?"

"End...? Yes, I suppose you could say that. I'm just hoping that our goal here is successful, we're putting a lot of weight on the chances of it working in our favor." 

"What is the end goal of the war exactly?" Takeshi asked, looking to the retired general. "I mean... I'm guessing its to get the energy, yeah? Develop the cities more. That's got to be a big order to fill. Have you been advising what's been going on? I can't see one person handling all of this themselves, seems like a lot of work."

Ka'shra shook his head again, looking at Takeshi amused. "I'm retired boy, or are you deaf? No, I've very little input in how things are carried out. I offer advice when asked, but its the general who keeps everything together. The man is a visionary, he'll lead our people to the future and to greatness. Soon we'll be among the races traveling the stars, and it all begins with getting the power to do that." The general, realizing he was rambling slightly shook his head, going over to where he'd placed the papers earlier and scooping the sheets back up. "I really must get back to work, and you've had your question. Go right ahead and show yourself out boy, we're done here."

"Oh yes we are..." Takeshi mumbled under his breath, grinning as he pushed himself up from the seat. He couldn't believe it, the old coot had just given them exactly what they wanted. Nearly laughing on his way to the door the Saiyan threw a wave over his shoulder as he stepped outside. The general, the jerk who had been yanking their chain this whole time, he was honestly surprised. That guy hadn't come across as one who could pull an operation like this, he just seemed like too much a fighter and not a thinker. When he got back out to Shu he spotted his brother laid out on the grass. Still grinning Takeshi leaned over his brother, reaching down and booping his nose. "And we're all done. Ready to go stop by the house?"