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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Takeshi was far from a medical expert, only having gotten minimal instruction during his time with their father. At the very least he knew how to apply bandages, which finally was coming in handy with Shu. Really the younger Saiyan's feet weren't bad, they looked worse just because they were irritated from walking in the desert. A few scrapes and some abrasion was all the damage Shu's feet took, but just to be safe they were going to be covered up. "It's going to sting when I clean them, but they'll feel better afterwards," he told his brother, smiling reassuringly. Plus, when all was said and done they could go and take a cool bath, that would help his sibling's feet a lot. Having successfully patched each foot up Takeshi gave T'charrl a glance, not too sure he could do anything for their friend. "Traveling in the ship will be a lot nicer. Plus we can move quicker in that, a hundred kilometers will pass by in minutes." All the more reason for them not to be in a hurry then, they could get to their destination fast enough with the shuttle. Gathering the rest of the medical supplies in his arms Takeshi got back to his feet, opting to go find them something to eat before leaving. "Don't mention it, I'll get us something, you two just relax." Only fair he went to get the food and drinks, he had to fetch his sword anyways. Having to ask Viral for it in spite of not being trained yet, that was probably going to take some convincing.

Leaving the medical supplies on a nearby shelf Takeshi left the hangar, deciding first to go find the Beastman. It would be easier to just strap his sword on his back and carry the rest, otherwise it'd be awkward having to carry that food with him back and forth. Hm... Now where was Viral going to be at this time of day anyways? He knew that the guy and Vegeta were training a lot as of late, so he might be down in the training hall, or one of them. Either that or Viral would be in his room, hopefully alone so it'd be a quick visit. Vegeta would want to be filled in on the situation and Yumi would be asking about Shu and T'charrl, he didn't have the patience for that right now. "First Viral's room... Then the halls..." Takeshi told himself, nodding. The sound of a grumbling stomach made a small grin spread across his face, and with a glance downwards he gave his stomach a patting. "And some food, definitely some food." Picking up the pace he broke into a jog, hurrying along the corridor to his friend's room. A few brief moments later and he'd found the place, door closed and possibly unlocked. Coming to a halt outside Takeshi smiled hopefully, rasping his knuckles against the steel door a bit loudly so he'd be heard. "Hey, Viral? You in there?"

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Perhaps Takeshi was a bit too keen to get this job over with, everyone clearly needed some rest. Even his own self was a bit battered from the storms, his face in particular red and a bit scratched up. If not for his own sake then for the sake of Shu and T'charrl they would wait a little while before venturing outside again. Once they did too some precautions should really be taken, even if they were going to be inside of the ship. A set of shoes to protect Shu's feet, and maybe a bigger 'cloak' to help shield T'charrl from the elements. Should the storms die down then their problems would be solved on their own, but Takeshi wasn't feeling very optimistic in that regard. "I know you don't like boots, but it's better than your feet hurting, isn't it?" he asked, smiling slightly as he began to unravel the bandages. With a fair bit undone he tore it from the bundle, grabbing the disinfectant and some gauze, carefully pouring a bit into the cause to clean his brother's feet. "Yeah, it'll sting a little bit, but we should do this if you've got any cuts. Don't want to get an infection or anything, right? Gotta be careful while we're here, we don't know what's on this planet." That was part of the reason Saiyan ships always held healing tanks, they weren't just for combat injuries. On occasion troops contracted some foreign illness that couldn't be cured otherwise, and Takeshi had seen a few people suffer such a fate. It was best then they make sure Shu was okay.

Holding the damp gauze in one hand he grabbed and held out one of Shu's feet, frowning as he examined it carefully. Red, and a few tiny scrapes here and there, nothing major. All the same however it was a good idea they see to cleaning it, just to be safe. With gentle strokes he began to wipe the sole of Shu's foot clean first, moving onto the sides and subsequently the top of it as well. When the right foot was done Takeshi repeated the motions to the left, being as gentle as possible since it probably stung a fair bit. Other than getting some water and a bit of food Shu should be fine, now there was the matter of helping T'charrl as well. Setting down the bandages the older boy glanced over at their friend, not entirely sure how he would go about bandaging the wings without causing further harm. "That's why we're taking the ship. Believe me, neither of us want to go back out there either," Takeshi said, smirking slightly. Seeing the damage to one of T'charrl's wings he tightened his lips a bit, feeling a bit guilty for having exposed the Kaesstrian to the storm. He would heal, of course, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. "Sugary drink? Sure thing, I'll get you something too. And some fruit, for both of you." Some water, something sweet and plenty of fruit for the two of them, that was the least that could be done.

"I'll be back in a bit, you two just relax, okay?" Rising to his feet Takeshi glanced down at himself, giving his clothing a final wiping down as he didn't want to drag sand around the place. Content that he was mostly clean the older brother left the hangar in a bit of a hurry, wanting to get everyone what they needed sooner rather than later. He could use a nice good meal himself, but they didn't have time to eat right now. Eh... He'd probably have to settle for some fruit or something, which while not inherently bad was far from what he'd prefer. On top of getting the food he still had to fetch his sword as well, and something new for T'charrl to cover himself in. If he remembered right he had left his sword with Viral, which meant he'd have to go ask the Beastman for it. "Great... And he'll probably be a pain about it..." Takeshi grumbled to himself, sighing as he rubbed at his head. T'charrl had brought it up and was right, he still didn't know how to use the sword very well. He'd trained a little bit with it but had hardly learned anything new, and it was probably wrong even.

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Ah, Takeshi hadn't known all about the energy hitting the city. They had sensed some kind of energy while back at the house but no one was quite sure what it had been. Since there was no apparent repercussion to the energy, save that massive tree sprouting, they hadn't really looked into it either. Maybe they ought to when they went back, just to make sure nothing was really wrong. "Gentle with the planet's energy, huh? Well... I've kind of blown big holes in a lot of planets so..." he mumbled, grinning sheepishly, "I guess I haven't been the most gentle." He'd never put stock into believing a planet could feel things, but apparently they could, according to T'charrl. Even before he changed their friend was supposed to be attuned with his own world, and probably every world they had visited since. Takeshi wasn't sure how he felt about that, if he'd want to have such a talent. It might get annoying, having the entire world's consciousness speaking to you, or however this power worked. Plus there were a ton of places that would probably cuss him out til there was no tomorrow for what he'd done to some of them. Yeah... T'charrl could keep that ability.

The ship being in view was the biggest reprieve all day, Takeshi could already feel the cool air inside its walls. Much as he was tempted to just go inside and relax they did have some business to see to first. First they would find something to help Shu's feet, then see if T'charrl could be helped before going back out. They needed the time anyways to figure out exactly what plan they were going with, running in fists flying was a far cry from a strategy. Under the shade of the ship the older boy finally set Shu back on his own feet, sighing contently at being out of the heat of the sun at last. "Of course we'll be fine, probably," Takeshi answered, smiling as he ran a hand through his hair to knock out sand. "They shot Viral with them and they didn't do a whole lot, so I doubt it'll be any different for us. Besides, we're all fast enough to dodge blasts anyways, so we don't even have to worry." The knives were the same way, or whatever bladed weapons the Shaharians might use. So long as they weren't taken by surprise it would be easy to avoid and restrain their attackers. Making a move over towards the panel for the door he stopped in his spot, glancing over his shoulder at T'charrl. "Of c-course I can use it!" Takeshi retorted, turning around and placing his hands on his hips testily. "Just because Viral hasn't trained me doesn't mean I haven't practiced! Just you wait, I'll show you how I can use it!"

Having to get the ship opened up from the inside was a bit of a pain, but thankfully it didn't take that long. Soon as the doors to the hangar had parted the trio hurried into the shelter of the ship, more than happy to be out of the sun and wind. Breathing a sigh of relief Takeshi pulled back his hood, giving it a shaking as well as the rest of his cloak to knock loose any sand. "Yeah, you and me both, T'charrl..." he mumbled, frowning as he gave his clothing a dusting off too. Right, so first things first, they needed to make sure everyone was good to go again. Turning around and seeing the Kaesstrian on the floor and Shu's feet still tender he pretty much figured they were going to need a few moments. Luckily for them there was a small medical bay in the hangar for emergencies, so there was something to help them here. Takeshi looked around to reacquaint himself with the area, spotting the red container on the wall by the control room. Hurrying on over he undid the clasp and threw open the door, finding a bit of disinfectant, some bandages and a bit of medical tape inside. The best they could probably do for now was bandage Shu's feet up, he could soak them in some healing solution later.

"So we've got bandages down here, but there's no water," Takeshi said, stopping between his friend and brother. "If you two are half as thirsty as I am then we need some water. So how about we get patched up, get a drink and take a break, then head out?" It wasn't as though they had to leave this minute, their unsuspecting targets wouldn't be going anywhere. They could probably even take an hour if they wanted, albeit the Saiyan was keen on getting off this atrociously dry planet as soon as possible. Nothing like a perpetual sandstorm to really kill the mood. "Shu, get on your butt so I can fix your feet. I'm thinking we should get you a pair of boots too, just to be safe. As for you..." Takeshi looked in T'charrl's direction, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with him. There had to be something, his kind were built for this sort of world even less than Saiyans were, and both he and Shu were pretty miserable right now. "What's hurting? I'll try finding something to help it."

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"I don't think you would have died. I didn't fight the guy, but you had Kai, Choi and Kabocha with you. I don't think that General would have been strong enough to take all four of you down by himself." He could be wrong though, like he said he hadn't fought then. Besides, if things really had taken a turn for the worse the rest of their group wasn't far off, the others could have been there in no time to back T'charrl and the squad up. Their friend's sentiments about finding others like him wasn't bad, but a bit unrealistic. Granted they had only covered a small portion of Kaesstra, but Takeshi didn't recall seeing anyone remotely like T'charrl. If there was someone like him he supposed they wouldn't be out in public too much, probably hiding themselves like their friend tried to do sometimes. "Being wise gives you strength, huh...? That explains a lot," Takeshi mused, grinning as he placed one hand on his chin thoughtfully. "Heh, that would explain why I'm so strong, I've been called wise before by some people... Or was that a wise-ass..." Feeling Shu slipping down on his back the older boy hastily reached back, slinging his arm back under Shu's leg and hoisting him back up again. "Whatever, I'm strong even if I'm not wise."

They really ought to go into this with a little more tact than they typically did. Takeshi didn't want to cause any problems for the Shaharians, though he found it hard to think they could avoid that. They were removing someone from power, someone who had supporters, there was ALWAYS going to be dissent when you did that. They would have to trust that Servas would know how to handle things, maybe he had some kind of solution to appease those loyalists. "We can always get some armor and try sneaking in that way, and if that doesn't work, well we muscle our way in," he mused, glancing over at T'charrl. "Eh? I can probably come up with something on the spot, yeah. It'll be tricky though since Servas wants these people back in one piece. I don't really know how strong Shaharians are, but we might accidentally hurt them without even trying if we're not careful. Plus, they might be weak, but they have knives and things like that, and blades are blades, those hurt." Maybe he'd bring his sword along with him, just as a deterrent. Takeshi still barely understood how to use it, he and Viral had yet to begun their lessons, but the Shaharians didn't know that.

It was a welcome sight, their ship, standing out like a beacon against the otherwise sandy ocean of the desert. Rather than go inside the way they had left the trio went around to the back, over to the bay of their vessel where the shuttle would be docked. The door was, unfortunately, closed right now, meaning they had to get someone to open it from the inside. Takeshi placed Shu back on his feet gingerly, figuring his brother would be okay in the shade of the ship now. Both the sun and the wind were greatly diminished here, so the others should be comfortable enough to wait while he looked for the panel. It was on the far right edge of the massive doors, covered partially in sand and other grime. Dusting it off he found the bridge on the system, putting a call through to it. "Hey, someone in there, open up the hangar will you? We need the ship for something." Some member of the crew ought to be in there, they'd get what they needed. Takeshi stepped away from the panel and returned to the others, and no sooner had he gotten back did the hangar doors begin to slide open for them. As soon as they were open the entire way he hurried over, stepping on inside and pulling off his hood with a complacent sigh. "Wow, it's like 20 degrees cooler just in here. I really hope the ship has AC..."

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"It could be bad for your health, I guess, but... So is fighting! And that's never stopped you before," Takeshi said, smirking as he glanced over at T'charrl coyly. "Chasing down the General was bad for your health but you did that. Just saying, that shouldn't stop you. Especially when its so easy to get you healed, you know?" He had been the one to suggest staying back, but seeing the Kaesstrian a bit dejected he was quick to change his stance. Frowning when the conversation took a turn for the depressing the Saiyan looked down at the sand beneath his feet, absentmindedly adjusting Shu on his back. "You haven't let her, or us down. You've been really helpful so far to us, and you'll be a great leader when you get back. So..." he added, looking back up with a grin, "Don't be so hard on yourself. If your mother could see what you were doing now she'd be proud, I bet. How can she be let down when you've gone to so many planets and gotten way stronger than before? Heck, by now I bet no one on Kaesstra can match your strength! And once you change back to your old self you'll start leading as the strongest of your kind!"

They shouldn't dwell on this topic too much, no reason to get themselves upset. Takeshi couldn't just leave it alone though, feeling as though he wasn't near as supportive of their friend as he ought to be. With all the effort he put in to keeping Shu happy the least he could do was keep T'charrl relatively happy. Besides, there were more important things to discuss, chiefly how they were going to apprehend these men, or women, he wouldn't discriminate, that they were after. "Yeah... Kinda figured barging in wasn't really a good idea. It's more my style but... It's anything but discreet." They should plan this out, even if their opponent wasn't exactly someone they were worried about fighting. And for once Takeshi actually had a fairly decent plan, sharing it with T'charrl in hopes of getting some feedback on it. "It could work, and the only uniform Saiyans really had were their armor, and we've got that on the ship still," he pointed out. "If they recognize us... Well then we go with plan B, smash our way in and take the guys by force, if we have to. I mean really, I don't think they can stop us. We're probably putting way more thought into all of this than we need to." Realistically Takeshi very much doubted they would be stopped if they went right in, it was more trying to avoid conflict altogether that they'd try discretion.

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They were going to need the shuttle to get to the next city, what was unanimous. Walking that far in this kind of weather would be hell, and flying just wasn't an option either. The ship would both protect them and, hopefully, travel quickly in this sand. Takeshi did worry slightly what having the sand battering the engines might do, but hopefully it was built to withstand inclement weather. Since they were on the way back at any rate he figured he'd offer T'charrl the choice to stay, seeing as how this planet wasn't being all that kind to him right now. While the Kaesstrian agreed he didn't sound enthusiastic, maybe left out. Frowning slightly at his own idea the Saiyan adjusted Shu as they walked, tilting his head down slightly to keep the wind from blowing his hood up. "Yeah, he noticed you alright. He kept looking at you but he didn't say a lot, he knows you're with us at least. But... You know, it would be much safer while flying in the shuttle, and you can still fit inside of it I'd bet. We could land as close as we need to so there wouldn't have to be a whole lot of walking, that way you can come help us still, if you're wanting to." He didn't want to make it seem like T'charrl didn't have options, because he did. Besides, since when did everything that Takeshi said become the rules anyways?

"Either way, we should probably figure out how we want to do this," Takeshi continued, smiling as he glanced over at T'charrl. Now that they had once more left the cover of the city the wind was at full force again, gusting and blowing his hood all over the place. It actually seemed to have died down a bit, though, even if it was still a pain. Maybe by the time they got the shuttle they wouldn't even need it. "We could just run in there and grab whoever we're after, probably. I'm kind of thinking we should do this a little more discretely though. Otherwise we might have a bunch of pissed off aliens coming after us. And I think I have a good idea too." He had to pause briefly as the wind howled around them, drowning out anything that might have been said. This was certainly not something he was going to miss about this planet, that was for sure. Once the wind had settled down Takeshi sighed, freeing a hand to wipe away some sand on his face. "As I was saying... I've got an idea. We were only in this town before, the others might not know us. If Shu and I act like we're with the Saiyans again I bet we can get the guys responsible to come with us, no one would think we're rebels. And if that doesn't work, well, then we can just drag them kicking and screaming if we've gotta."

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Taking down some Shaharians, now that shouldn't be too hard. Takeshi liked these people and all but he couldn't say they were exactly strong, even remotely so. They had never been shot by those blasters of theirs before but he was willing to bet it was no worse than a Ki blast, and a weak one at that. The job of apprehending one of these people then was a simple one as far as he was concerned, they would be in and out in no time. Shu backed him up on it, and T'charrl probably did as well, even if he didn't have a clue what was going on most likely. "If you want fruit then we'll find you fruit, I bet they'll be happy to give you two some," he answered, smirking as he rose to his feet. "First thing's first though, no more walking for you little buddy, your feet are all banged up." Quite a bit at that, apparently walking in some place as harsh as the desert bare footed was bad for you. Last time they were here he was fair certain they'd forced Shu into wearing boots, and for the best. To lend a hand then he grabbed his brother and hoisted him up, setting the little Saiyan onto his back and slinging his arms under his legs for support. Takeshi would love to lend T'charrl a hand as well but he couldn't really. Not because he was a bug, he was relatively okay with his friend's latest appearance, but he was just so bulky. There was no way he could carry both of them right now. Sending an apologetic smile their friends way he nodded to Servas before heading for the door to leave.

It didn't take long after being in the sandstorm to want to go back inside, but they had a task to do first. A good ways away no less, which was going to be a veritable hell if they had to walk to the other city. Their own ship was much closer, less than a quarter of what they would have to travel otherwise. "I'm thinking we go back to the ship first, get the shuttle and fly that to our target," Takeshi mused, carefully balancing Shu as he freed a hand to pull up his hood. Glancing up at T'charrl he smiled slightly, nodding his head as they began to walk back the way they had come. "How are you holding up out here? It kinda sucks for us, being here, and we can handle this kind of weather. Do you want to stay on the ship when we get back?" There had been a lot of talk on Vegeta's part voicing concern for T'charrl coming to a world like this. The place he was used to, the kind of environment his entire race was accustomed to was practically on the other end of the spectrum compared to this. No one would think any less of him if he opted to stay off of the planet, it was a hard world even for the ones who could make it here. "Maybe while Shu and I take care of these jerks you can get someone to go back to Servas and get the medicine? We're going to get this done whether we get the medicine before or after, hopefully that guy knows that. It's not like we're going to take the stuff and run, you know?"

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Servas would have loved to given these boys what they needed, he and his people owed them a great debt. Had they come on any other day he would have detached a group of soldiers without second thought at their behest, the Shaharians were indebted to the Princes after all. With the recent tumult that came with Saiyan separatists though they couldn't afford to send away a single man, not while there was danger at home. "Some of our people happy with Saiyans, you see. They get wealth and power when Saiyans here, things they didn't have before. With Saiyans gone that disappears, but some not want that. Some cling to what they had, and try to restore things to how they were. Not happy with going back to lives, want to keep things the way they were." The fact anyone could relish what terrible lives their race had been subjected to was incredibly disheartening. For the first time since arriving the trio would see Servas' smile fade, being replaced by a somber frown as he looked down at the floor. "Many people suffered, and will suffer if they continue. Have to stop them for peace, but don't want to. I want no more hurt, no more blood, but will be hard if they don't listen to reason. That is why no soldiers, too busy."

Man, what a pain in the ass that was. Freed from Saiyans only to have a few lunatics go and try keeping the old ways alive. The fact people were so selfish to try and do that pissed Takeshi off, there was no excusing that kind of behavior. Gritting his teeth angrily he balled his hands into fists in his lap, looking at Servas determined. "Tell you what, let us take care of these guys for you. No way are we going to let some dirtbags get away with hurting someone like that. You and your people suffered enough already, the last thing you need is to be fighting each other." They had just finished this sort of thing on Kaesstra, it annoyed him there too. There was no good reason for people to be fighting one another, people that were of the same race who by every right should be peaceful. With Saiyans it was another matter, by nature they were going to fight. Maybe the other races were the same too, maybe he couldn't use that as an excuse. Whatever the reason it made Takeshi angry and he wanted to deal with it. "You don't have to give us the soldiers if you don't have them, that's fine. But let us deal with these creeps while we're here. Just tell us what you want us to do and we'll do it." Prolonging their stay on the planet might not be ideal, considering the harsh climate. He had every intent on getting this done as quickly as possible though, they still had a schedule to keep after all.

Though he already knew the Princes to be helpful, Servas hadn't expected this kind of offer. By the sounds of it they had their own agenda to keep, and yet here was a gift in the form of aid for their own problems. Yet again he found himself rather happy, euphoric even to know there were people like this out there. It might have been Takeshi who spoke but he knew the others agreed with the sentiment, and to them he bowed his head to the floor politely, something rather big in their society considering his position. "Thanks, so many thanks. I don't know how to repay, you've done so much for us. Medicine is meager, but we'll always welcome you here. You and friends, all of you." With the prowess of these three he was hopeful this issue would be resolved very quickly. Daresay, he even figured by the end of the day, if he could be so bold. "We don't want death, even if people are bad. No, bring to prison, stand trial, sentenced to cells, that's how we want to do this. Reaching them not easy for us, in another city. Most of city supports, as many troops as we have, hard to reach leaders. You can though, strong enough. If you grab leaders, bring them here, other cities gather for trial and sentence. All will be happy again for us, I hope."

"So you want to drag their scaly butts back here for a trial? That's easy, we'll have it done before the sun goes down," Takeshi said, grinning as he gestured to himself with his thumb. "Just point us in the direction of the city and we'll go get your man."

Servas gave an appreciative nod, picking himself up and smiling at the trio happily. "Yes, the city. West of here, not very far. 100 kilometers about, like ours. City built on peninsula by water, more trees and even grass there, you'll know. Leaders live somewhere in the center, guarded too. Be gentle to troops... I feel that soldiers loyal but not happy with their work, they do not deserve to be punished. Only leaders, we hope moving them will fix problem." If cutting the head off the snake didn't solve this then they would have to possibly use force themselves, but the shaman would prefer avoiding that if at all possibly. These three were strong enough to easily subdue anyone on this planet, of that he was certain. It wouldn't be a matter of if they could do this, but when. "Thanks again, my friends. People owe you much, you're friends to many here."

Directions were all that they needed to get this underway, and soon as Servas had finished speaking Takeshi was on his feet. "Alright then guys, we're going to the city to find us some assholes," he said, grinning as he nodded to himself. They would probably do best to go back to their own ship first, get the shuttle and fly out that way. 100 kilometers was a cake walk for people like them who could fly, but in weather like this it was probably best avoided. "Don't worry Servas, we've got this. You'll get your guilty people soon enough, right guys?" Looking between Shu and T'charrl the older boy took a moment to pause, giving his sibling a curious look. Glancing down the length of Shu's self he looked at his feet, seeing how chaffed and red they were from all the walking. They had been so intent on getting this all done he hadn't even considered how Shu might be doing, feeling a bit bad for that mistake. Smiling sadly he moved to stand in front of his brother, and without any prompt squatted down, linking his arms under Shu's legs and hoisting him up onto his back. Once the little guy was secure Takeshi looked over his shoulder, smirking as he gave his brother a slight bounce. "No more walking for you, looks like your feet need a break," he said, tilting his head and touching his forehead to Shu's. "I'll carry you, alright? All you gotta do is hang on."

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Takeshi thought they might well have the wrong building for a moment the way everyone was just staring at them. He didn't recognize anyone in the room so it was a safe chance they could be worried he and the others were a returning Saiyan force, which would be bad. If they attacked then there went the hopes of getting some help pretty quickly, and they'd have to high tail it back to the ship to avoid getting shot or something. "I kinda hoped they would, but I guess not," he remarked, shrugging his shoulders. No sooner than he had said that did a familiar face enter the room, making the older boy sigh with relief. The guy wore a nice set of robes as opposed to his battle garb before but Takeshi could recognize the shaman regardless, and the alien looked happy to see them. Sending a smile Servas' way he raised a hand in greeting, feeling a bit awkward now that the entire room was watching them intently. Why did they have to have an audience for this, couldn't they talk in private? "Hehe... Uh... Yeah, hi there Servas. It's been a while huh?" Wow, was this guy as cheery last time? Probably not all things considered, but the alien definitely had an air of enthusiasm around him. Takeshi couldn't help but wonder if watching paint dry was enthralling for Servas.

There hadn't been any word of impending visitors nor had their radars picked up anything, so Servas was certainly surprised that these three had shown up. Neglecting the fact that their radar technology was vastly outdated and they had no way to even learn of their arrival before hand he still wondered why they hadn't at least put a call through to one of their stations. Did these three know they had such technology? Last time the two Saiyans were here their town was a veritable warzone, so it might be a safe bet they didn't. "Come in, come in! Staying out in sandstorm can't be nice, wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," Servas answered, smiling at the trio as he ushered them inside. Shutting the door securely behind them the shaman noticed the off look on Takeshi's face, glancing at the rest of his kin in the room before laughing knowingly, it coming across as a soft hissing noise. "Friends, please leave us. We talk in private for now and continue sermons later, I promise. Come back in an hour, okay?" To that a murmur rose and everyone did as they were told, rising to their feet and making way to the door. Servas made it a point to bow and dismiss every single member who was leaving, wearing that smile the whole time. For someone who was war-tested he was an awfully positive guy. Once alone Servas walked to the front of the room, kneeling down on his own cushion on the slightly elevated floor and motioning for the others to come closer. "Talk friends, talk. Tell what you're here for, I'm curious. I want to hear."

Takeshi kept a polite smile as the people were leaving, but as soon as the last one exited he frowned and let out a sigh. He'd gotten a bit better at being around people since this all began, but awkward situations like that were still hellish for him. One on one conversations were one thing, he loathed having to address groups like that. So it was a welcome relief when the entire assembly was dismissed in favor of a more personal meeting. Nodding his head appreciatively the Saiyan walked along to the front of the room, mimicking what Servas had done and kneeling down on one of the foremost cushions carefully. Eh, they were pretty soft but it felt weird doing this, he wondered how much time they spent in this place. Probably way too much by his standard, good thing he didn't have to do this. "Since you wanna know I guess I'll just get right to the point. We're here to ask for your help, pretty much. Korian and Sayomi, the rebels that is, are almost ready to fight our father, the King. They need a little more help though and so we're going to all of our friends to ask on their behalf. If you've got any troops you can spare it would be greatly appreciated." It kind of felt a little rude coming right out and asking, but the shaman was fairly adamant about hearing them out. Watching as Servas seemed to ponder the request for a moment Takeshi smiled when their host did, feeling fairly optimistic that they were going to get what they came for.

"Nope, cannot spare any troops!" Servas said, still smiling as Takeshi slouched down dejectedly. "We can help though, we can! Have medicines, and tools, they can help. Not as good as troops, I know, but they'll do some good!" The medicines he spoke of where all natural remedies of course, nothing like what the Saiyans had in those tanks of theirs. They would treat all sorts of illnesses, from colds and fevers to infections and viruses, things that could very well occur out in battle. It helped that for their time occupying Shaharia the Saiyans had actually invested a lot of research into their medicinal studies, meaning the potency of natural remedies was now stronger and even easier to make than before. "Sorry no troops, but we're busy, you see. Busy fighting insurrection, my friends. Some kin not so happy without Saiyans, some benefited from their rule. Now that they're gone they are angry, so we have to deal with them. Understand, I hope? Give medicine and tools, but no troops, so sorry."

Far From Home

Of course he was right, Suto mused, pairing was a staple of this game's mechanics. The fact that Kazaro had basically neglected to give him a partner hardly came as a surprise, he expected just as much out of the guy. Eh, well it wasn't a total bust at least, there was someone he could pair up with. It was slightly deterring since he had never fought with Kimi before though, and being a solo player he couldn't be certain how good her rotations were. She was an agreeable enough person he supposed, but they would have to basically work on their switching from the ground up, in live combat. Could be worse, even if they messed up along the lines both of them were more than capable of defending themselves, the whole switching was basically to reserve energy during fights. Being all the prompt that Kimi needed she approached the unarmed fighter, giving a bit of a sassy remark as she pointed out their obvious paring. Smiling tightly as he tried to be polite Suto gave a shake of his head, placing his hands on his hips as he exhaled deeply to settle himself down. "No, no I guess it wasn't necessary. Just figured I'd get it clarified though, to be certain." It would certainly be interesting, the two of them fighting together. They had such different styles and ways of fighting, hopefully they complemented one another. Otherwise this could kind of be messy. Either way he didn't mind too much, it would be a change of pace if nothing else.

Suto hadn't expected much conversation out of Kimi, let alone a show of gratitude from her. It took him a moment to recall exactly what the thanks was even for, the event having slipped his mind with all that was going on. When it finally occurred to him he gave her a sheepish smile, rubbing at the back of his neck with a laugh. "No hard feelings. I'm not going to hold it against you so don't even worry about it, alright? That's behind us now as far as I'm concerned." He wouldn't be one to cling to minor offenses like that, it was a little frivolous as far as he was concerned. Other, much more pressing matters demanded his focus and he'd give it to them over some small past transgression first. Hearing where Kimi intended to go Suto raised an eyebrow, glancing back at Alphard and Jason curiously. The scary girl and the American kid, huh? They were nice enough but Suto always found them a touch unusual. Then again coming from such a small town he found a lot of people unusual, so that was nothing on them. "So... That means you don't want to join KoB?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "I can ask them for you... If you'd like. I guess I'm sort of friends with them so they might hear my request out." Shame Kimi wouldn't join him in KoB. Having capable players was always nice, and maybe they'd be able to work together. For a girl who he had met as a rather abrasive person he found he didn't mind being around her, and hearing that she wanted to go elsewhere was a bit of a letdown.

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Clearing this dungeon had proven to be child's play up until the fourth floor. Suto earnestly worried they had prepared too heavily for it all, the rate they were sweeping through rooms suggested they were over-leveled. It was nice to be able to have some peace of mind knowing you were stronger than your foes, but it was that very peace of mind that could make you careless and get you killed. As they progressed he approached even the easiest of enemies with some caution, keeping a careful eye out for anything unusual. Ultimately it proved to be a pointless endeavor as there was nothing on the first three floors, just typical trash mobs and no traps to be spoken of. By now he had become accustomed to fighting the <<Dark Reflections>>, even if they had progressively become more unsettling as the group moved up. Hearing the enemies bellow in an almost human like way when they were struck and slain was... Disturbing, to say the least. It almost felt like player-killing at a few points, making Suto's stomach churn uncomfortably as he shattered one for into a thousand pieces. Unsettling as these foes might be nothing that they had encountered up until now could well prepare them for the fourth floor. It was to be literally a living hell for them.

The first indication something was wrong were the nature of the sarcophogi in the room. They were much more ornate then the cut-from-stone counterparts before, probably housing some higher tier enemies if Suto had to make a guess. While he expected a new foe what emerged from those tombs was anything but anticipated, and the sight made his stomach lurch uncomfortably. Before the group now were their two slain friends, both of them bearing the very wounds that had led to their demise. For a game that technically had no blood it did a wondrous job of rendering grotesque images. Nauseating as it may be however he knew they were just that, images. The real Yari and Kenshin were long gone sadly, lost to them forever now. These manifestations, whatever they were, were really only numbers and nothing more. And not numbers like he and the others were, they had the human element to them. These two may look like their friends, even sound like them, but realistically they weren't them. The fact the game had the audacity to taunt them with their deceased loved ones turned Suto's ailment into more of a rage, a rage towards the man who created this game and the game itself. He didn't want to kill anyone, but he sword if he ever found Kayaba he would pummel the man into dust, inside or outside of the game. That would have to wait however, they had to deal with this first.

Kimi and Alphard were quick to take on Kenshin, surprisingly enough. The older girl had no trepidations about striking down her former husband, probably having come to the same conclusion that Suto had earlier. Realistically with their 3 to 1 ratio dealing with these two shouldn't be an issue. The only problem, as Nero was displaying, would be the psychological aspect. Even with his realization and anger telling him this wasn't his friend he still couldn't charge right in like the others. He should have though as rather quickly Nero was being descended upon by Yari's doppelganger. In any other circumstance the fight should be an easy one, Nero would be leagues better than Yari was at this point so he would have a big advantage. It would be an easy one if the guy was even remotely trying to fight back. Suto watched with a stunned expression as his ally simply sat down, taking swipe after strike as the impostor swung her spear around relentlessly, chipping away at his health. Why, why was Nero reserving himself like that? The expression on his face was one that Suto didn't really understand, why was Nero just taking this? Dammit, if he didn't get off his ass and do something that thing was going to kill him, was that what he wanted?

"Nero you idiot, move!" Suto shouted, charging in at Yari's figure angrily. So they were going to use the image of their beloved friends to kill them? Like hell, not a chance he was going to stand for that. Though the figure had been intent on Nero up until now the sight of the charging martial artist bought its attention, and with a skill activated the spear lunged out, making a series of quick, sharp jabs at him. With his movement speed so high he was able to handily dodge them all, which was probably good considering that even now this impostor possessed some decent strength. Giving an angry shout Suto threw his first combo out, striking the monster repeatedly in the chest with punches. As soon as that combo ended he used another skill to deliver a powerful uppercut to the creature, knocking it off of its feet and stunning it briefly. The stun had barely lasted by the time it had landed again, but he had done his part. Soon as Yari's feet touched the ground Kazaro ran her clean through, taking a massive chunk of her health away in the process. Suto was still feeling rather angry though and wasn't about to stop there, intent on delivering the killing blow to this... This hellish image. Again letting out a shout of pain and anger he charged forward, throwing a heavy haymaker right into the side of the monster's head. The force of the blow made it drop its spear, and with a light clanging it fell, the creature flying off its feet and shattering in mid air, the weapon meeting the same fate not a second after.

It had only been two enemies, yet it felt like they had just fought a dozen. Maybe it was the coming down from the rage that made Suto feel so weary, but after the foes were dispatched the energy more or less drained completely from his body. His face showed the signs of weariness as he stood upright, letting out a somber sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. That was... Unexpected, to say the least. He hadn't expected to be fighting distorted images of their friends, and he certainly hadn't expected to have to kill Yari. Not that he had, he knew it wasn't her, but all the same he'd beaten down a semblance of her and that didn't go without the slightest pang of sadness. For every ounce of discomfort he felt right now Nero seemed to be experiencing that ten fold, the other boy was crumpled on the ground in a proper mess. Suto looked over with a frown, what was wrong with him? It had taken up until this point but he thought he finally knew what the issue was, he recognized that forlorn look Nero wore when Yari descended upon him. It was the very same look he bore so often after Fitch's departure and joining that Doku bastard. It was a look of tremendous guilt and even self loathing, something that had really haunted since that event. He did a better job of concealing it now but he had not given up on bringing his friend back, not just yet. If he still held this feeling then he couldn't imagine how powerful the feelings Nero harbored must be.

Walking across the room to the other boy Suto squatted down, looking at Nero sympathetically. With a gentle smile he reached out, placing a hand on the guy's shoulder and giving it a gentle pat to try and rouse him. "Hey... Nero, you can't blame yourself for what happened," he said softly, "None of us could have prevented those things from happening, its not any single persons fault, certainly not yours. We all miss them but we can't be blaming ourselves for what happened. If you want to place blame, blame this game and the man behind it." Seeing someone else crumple like this really sucked, even if he wasn't usually fond of Nero. Not that he disliked the guy in any way, saying he wasn't fond of him wasn't right. They just interacted very little and were two different beasts entirely, sometimes it felt like they weren't even in the same room together. Pulling his hand back Suto rested his arms over his knees, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Listen, none of us blame you for it, so you shouldn't either. You don't have to forget it, but do what I do, use it as a reason to clear this damn game. If you do feel guilty then don't wallow over this, that's not what they would want from you. They would want to see you get stronger and help other people," he added, sniffling a little. In part these were his own feelings he was expressing now, this was how he felt about their deaths. They were the reason hew as so adamant about getting stronger, he didn't want his friends' deaths to be in vain. "Doing what you just did is an insult to them, you know? Keep fighting instead of laying down like that."