"Yes, yes, I can set coordinates. That's simple enough to do," Korian replied wearily, rubbing at his forehead. Even someone with his limited knowledge of technology could handle such a simple task, it was essentially just a few commands and that was it. "You'll get your chance to study the Kaesstrian, like I said. You need to be patient Sayomi, they'll show up again I'm sure. There's no way they're going to leave the war entirely, so we'll run into them soon enough." Of that he was certain. On the side of good or not he saw most of those kids as vindictive enough to want to try and strike back. They were young after all, and Saiyans no less, it was pretty much natural for them to do so. Nodding his head and waving off his Lieutenant the Commander took the chance to break away from the conversation, lest he be made a fool of more. Going directly to the same console he had been at before he closed the screen, bringing up a slightly different chart of the stars. On the board below he put in a few numbers, knowing their destination by heart now after pouring over the coordinates for some time. When he was done the section on the map he'd designated lit up, glowing faintly against all of the other bodies around it. In essence it was pretty much a GPS, but for space. Hacked into communication arrays and other networks, bouncing signals off one another to judge location and distance. Pretty handy, Sayomi had outdone herself with this one.

"Hey boss..." one of the crewman whispered, moving over and giving Korian a nudge in the ribs, "You gonna ask her out or what?"

Korian didn't quite do anything for a moment, looking as though he was studying the map for a time. When he did look at the alien he smiled tightly, reaching over and dope-slapping the alien, nowhere enough to hurt him but to get the point across. "Are you going to make sure our systems are ready, or what?" the Commander retorted, watching as the man quickly gathered himself up and ran to his station. Rolling his eyes exasperatedly the Saiyan then got on the ship's announcement system, opening up the channels for communicators as well. "Attention all crew, we'll be departing from this planet shortly. Please begin to bring any materials and tools back on board and make sure everything is tied down for take off, thank you." Now hopefully they could get going with no further delays.

Leto was very much subscribed to the idea of a person being in control of their own strength. After all, he commanded quite the set of "guns" and never accidentally harmed someone, he figured himself quite capable of handling his power... However paltry it may be compared to the Saiyans. It was probably much simpler to handle less power than it was strength of their caliber, and he didn't know exactly where T'charrl fell on that spectrum. "And remember too, greatness doesn't have to come from strength, or even the battles you win!" the Yulian continued, smiling encouragingly at the Kaesstrian, "It can come from what you've done. Action can be violent and passive, it's such a manly balance to achieve greatness without being too aggressive! To be powerful and peaceful at the same time, truly that is the ideal way for a warrior such as ourselves to live!" For T'charrl's sanity it was probably a good thing that just then Leto's scouter turned on, and the Commander's voice told him to prepare to get back onboard. A bit disappointed in that they'd be parting ways again the Yulian sighed, looking at his own ship then T'charrl. "And like that two great forces part way once again. But fear not my friend, our paths are forever intertwined, we are on a road to galactic peace together! No doubt we'll do battle side by side in the near future!" In keeping with his rather random behavior Leto then just up and left, after parting with a respectful gesture found on his home world, one that would be utterly lost on T'charrl. 

Takeshi knew well enough by this point that trying to talk to Viral was only going to sour things further. He wasn't exactly the Beastman's favorite person after all, the last one he probably wanted to hear any sympathies from was the Saiyan. Keeping his mouth shut then Takeshi assumed control of the ship, easing them higher up into the air to be free of the mountains and canyons around them. Then swiveling the ship around he took but a second to hone his scouter in on the others, and with a simple push of the stick began to fly back towards their ship. So Yumi and Viral were both in fair lousy moods right now, which in turn might well upset Shu. If that were the case then so much for their playing later, or doing anything remotely fun. Sighing in disappointment he glanced back, past Viral and into the main hold of their small craft, trying to see where his brother was. At least he was feeling better now, if nothing else, so they could actually play whenever they got the chance. Letting himself sort of mellow and drone out it seemed like they got back quicker than they had when coming in, and before he knew it the ship was slowing down upon its approach. From their spot in the air Takeshi could see quite a few rebels going to and fro, carrying things back to the rebel ship while also leaving some others inside their own. Supplies, he figured, though he wasn't sure why they were getting any. Cynically he figured Korian was trying to get on their good side again, after all the guy was probably still itching to get them back in the fight. 

The ship slowly descended once they had reached the camp, touching down just a few meters behind their own ship for good measure. With a crowd of people moving around at the hangar's entrance Takeshi had to make them move before he could even dock it inside. Nearly driving over people was a pretty good way of doing that, and soon enough they were back inside of their own ship. To his surprise as soon as he stopped he glanced up and immediately spotted Vegeta, standing not far off from the nose of the ship with his arms crossed, staring intently back. By his side were a few aliens, with two stretchers no less, all garbed in white. Doctors, Takeshi realized, cringing as he looked back at both Yumi and Viral. If they thought those two were going to just go along swimmingly then they were going to be awfully disappointed. "We're here, and we've got a welcoming party," Takeshi announced, shutting down the ship before climbing out of his seat. He wasn't even going to get involved with whatever was coming, he had every intent on steering totally clear of it. To that end he went right off to grab Shu, standing beside his brother and smiling down at him. "Ready to go clean up buddy? The sooner we're clean the sooner we get to eat."