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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Why was Viral getting so agitated? Aito had done nothing to provoke him, yet his tone was taught with irritation. As far as a desired outcome was concerned, this was exactly the opposite of what they had wanted. Rather than respond at first the doctor let a silence settle, nothing but the sound of ruffling leaves in the wind falling upon their ears. So even all of this wasn't capable of helping Viral come down, what more did they need? He had brought along some medicine for the pain, though he'd rather not resort to that. Still... If it got Viral to rest, would it be acceptable? Aito pushed himself slowly from where he laid, rubbing his head as he glanced over at the Beastman, hearing him speak. It was worth it then, it sounded like he was far too uncomfortable and anxious to relax, which hopefully this painkiller would remedy, at least slightly. Getting to his feet, Aito reached into his pocket and withdrew a pill bottle, taking out just a single one and bringing it to Viral's side, crouching down and tapping his son's shoulder before offering it over in an empty hand. "Here, this will help with some of the pain. Perhaps if you take this then try, it'll be somewhat easier." They could even use sleep medications, but he'd prefer to do this as free of medicine as they could.

Damn it, he'd screwed up again, hadn't he? They had been doing well and then he'd pulled that little stunt, now Shu wasn't wanting to play any more. It wasn't all bad though, they would be heading back and taking part in some lessons, something else the little guy had desperate need of. And who knows, maybe getting to learn some things would make him feel better too. Takeshi managed a small smile at his brother's decision, nodding his head and pocketing the ball for the time being. "I bet T'charrl's already feeling better, don't worry buddy," Takeshi said, hoping to get his brother happy again, "Let's go see, yeah? I bet he'll be glad we're stopping by." Eager to get moving and try making things right again, the Prince grabbed hold of his brother and easily swung him up onto his back, figuring a piggyback was the quickest way of them moving, even if he was still sore and banged up. Besides, didn't Shu enjoy getting these? All the more reason to try it then, hopefully just this simple act would be enough to cheer him up some.

"Yeah, everyone who is here, one way or another, has been cleared by the rebels or the Uuonians. You're the exception, since we just brought you back from Namek," Sasha explained, "Given how injured you were we couldn't bother waiting, and they're not going to turn someone away who needs treatment, even if they might have been an enemy. If you're here though then you're under rebel jurisdiction, not the Galactic Police. They can come by and bang on our door all they want, unless the higher ups decide to hand you over, they have no authority here." Maybe it was a bit confrontational of them to behave that way, but Sasha agreed with it entirely. The Galactic Police had no business here on Uuonoe, and they certainly had no business in the middle of a warzone. They could chase down petty thieves and small time killers all day, but they really should leave the actually dangerous individuals to them. Not to say Kiton was terribly dangerous, so far he seemed fairly docile, given the charges against him. "Well, I'm guessing you found out what you wanted to, so that's good. Is there anything else you were wanting to get done today?"

Korian wasn't a fan of how things had turned out, but perhaps it would be for the best. They could still monitor Krom and the Princes here on Uuonoe, and with the Elite training them there was no threat to his own troops. Should anything go awry, he reasoned, he could stop it, and the only man who'd be at risk would be an enemy. "Convincing Shu won't be easy without convincing his brother, surely you've noticed that by now," the rebel leader remarked, smiling slightly as he spoke, "You'll have to somehow convince them together, or not at all. I'm afraid they're terribly difficult that way, one won't move without the other." He would help eventually, if the situation was so dire, but he wanted to have a chance to see Krom flounder and fail before doing so. It was the very least he could enjoy, seeing as they were not going to be punishing the man for his transgressions. "That should suffice for today, you've permission to go find the boys and inform them of what is happening. That, however, I leave in your hands." Satisfied that it should be more than a handful, Korian rose from the table with a smirk, exiting the room promptly thereafter. Krom might be an excellent warrior, but it was time to see how well he could train two stubborn, rash children.

Uchiha Reborn

Sasuke knew he was still very inexperienced, but he'd try to fight if push came to shove. Putting up his tiger handsigns in preparation for a fire style jutsu, his heart sank when the woman mimicked his gestures. Who was he kidding? He was so slow and awkward still when it came to weaving in his signs, she'd probably beat him to the punch decades earlier. Like the woman he dropped his hands after that, albeit more in a somber resignation than a show of mercy. For someone who might be his enemy she wasn't coming across as very threatening, yet only that made him all the more wary. Was she trying to earn his trust?

Watching as the woman crouched down, Sasuke kept a distance between them, eyeing her warily. He still didn't know her name, who she was or where she had come from. The fact that she was an Uchiha didn't earn immediate trust, certainly not after his clan had been decimated by one. There was a part of him that longed to just accept her, to have a chance at having some contact again, and that was thrilled his clan wasn't completely ruined. That part of him, however, was stifled by his fear and uncertainty. What if this was some elaborate joke? Could he really let down his guard around her?

"Last of... The Uchiha..." There was no disguising the sadness in his tone, every single word dripped with it. Torn between jubilation and heartbreak, Sasuke could only stare down at the ground for a moment, fighting over how he even should feel. This woman wasn't his mother, nor his aunt, or anyone he knew, she just happened to be someone from his clan. It was better than being completely alone he supposed, yet there was no telling how or if they would get along. None of this made a lick of sense, yet he wasn't going to get anything done sitting here and questioning this. He had a few options, either run or try fighting, or go along with it and see what happens. It wasn't easy, but with the woman right there he had to make a choice.

Glancing at the woman's hand for a moment he sat down on his rear, sighing as he pulled his legs up to his chest. "Fine, I'll train..." Sasuke mumbled, "I'll do whatever you want, I don't care anymore..." So long as he lived on he didn't care, that was all that mattered. He doubted anything would ever bring him happiness again, or anyone. Whatever this woman was hoping to accomplish by this she was going to end up disappointed, he wasn't going to be a smiling child for her. Sooner or later she'd grow weary of him and she'd leave too, or Itachi would return and kill her as well, leaving him alone again. If that was what she wanted then fine, she could do whatever she pleased, but he was hardly going to get his hopes up at having a family again.

Uchiha Reborn

Sasuke felt that he should train, but then why bother? Who was he training for? Even the Academy seemed like a moot effort now, there was no reason to work towards it. He had no family to share his achievements with, no one to ask for advice or to help him in training. Itachi had said before leaving to grow stronger, yet he couldn't even do that much. Everything was still raw for the young boy, and frankly he found it extremely hard to find the motivation for everything. The only reason he hadn't given up entirely and just died is he clung to life, his pathetic, lonely life. There was nothing for him and yet here he was, trying desperately to stay alive. He'd crawl to crumbs like an animal for food, suffer the unbearable silence that night brought on, all to preserve what little he had left. For some unfathomable reason he remained, though he wondered for how long.

Sasuke-san.

What? A woman's voice? Startled and confused by hearing someone speaking to him, Sasuke lifted his eyes ever so slightly, surprised to see a reflection that was not his own in the water. Lifting his head enough to meet the woman's gaze he stared at her silently for a moment, as though in silent shock of what he was seeing. He had never seen her before in his life, and though she bore a Konohagakure headband he couldn't recall seeing her in the village ever before. That might not be such a startling thing if she was an ordinary person, there were plenty of residents he didn't know, but she wasn't ordinary. One look into her eyes and he could see she was anything but ordinary; this woman, whoever she was, was an Uchiha!

But how? His whole clan, save for himself and Itachi, were now dead, slaughtered by the latter's hand. How could there be another member of his clan here then? A genjutsu? That didn't seem likely, yet he had to be sure. Having learned the art of releasing one from his father, Sasuke stood up nervously and placed his hands together, clapping to try and break any genjutsu. When he looked around however the woman was still there, her eyes bearing the sharingan. Frightened that this might be someone in league with Itachi, Sasuke trembled slightly as he took a few steps back, not wanting to die after having endured so much.

"S-Stay away from me!" he stammered, shaking as he tried to stand his ground. Forcing himself to place his feet firmly on the ground he placed his hands together in the tiger seal, showing he was prepared to fight if need be. He barely knew any jutsu, he'd only just begun to get down the Fire Style release technique, but he'd not go down without trying to put up a fight. Again he clung to life, to whatever he had that could be called a life anyways. "I-I don't know who you are, b-but stay away! I'm warning you!" Sasuke shouted, his little voice trembling with fright, "I know f-fire style!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"I would not try messing with you, not now. Please, I've a little more respect for you than that," Aito responded, smiling slightly amused, "Don't be so cynical, my intentions here are purely to help." Of course relaxing was going to be difficult, everything from hereon out would be for Viral. If they wanted to make improvements however this was necessary, that much had to be understood. Getting the Beastman to lie down was the first step in what he hoped would be the beginning to that road. Hearing Viral remark about closing his eyes, the doctor let out a silent sigh and gave a small nod, expecting as much from him. "I would imagine so. In that case... Try it. If your mind goes to unpleasant places, focus instead on your surroundings. What you can hear in the present, what you feel. If that doesn't help, focus on the rhythm of your breathing, and if that fails, try focusing on simply the sound of my voice. This can work Viral, and I'm not saying it's easy, but give it a try. You may end up pleasantly surprised." If this worked on the first attempt then they would both be surprised, and Aito wasn't terribly averted to being surprised. "Just give it a shot... Picture where we are, at this very moment... Then shift to your breathing, note the fall and rise of your chest, the steady, rhythmic beat of your heart, the sounds you can hear..." They had to at least try, at worst they'd know it was a bust and move on to something else.

Takeshi hadn't planned on freaking out Shu like that, and now he felt crappy for scaring the little guy. Getting up to show he was unharmed he smiled slightly, rubbing at his neck as he waved his brother over. "Yeah, silly Takeshi, I'm fine buddy. No reason to panic," he answered, watching as Shu bounded back over to him. Okay, so tickling was a no go, maybe they could do something else instead? He probably didn't want to play catch after faking getting pegged like that, and the older boy wasn't keen on taking another spill, having agitated his shoulder when tumbling down. Taking the ball from Shu, Takeshi rolled it between his fingers as he proposed a game of tag, figuring that was easy and safe enough for them. Instead his sibling found even more reason to worry, and the eldest sibling had to suppress a groan of exasperation. "It's always a good idea to play, we just have to figure out what to do..." he mumbled, tossing the ball up a few times, watching it thoughtfully. Okay, tag was a no go, catch was probably out too, so what else? A lot of what they did was physical, yet there was no way they could do that with both of them recovering.

"Weren't you wanting to learn, Shu?" June interjected, smiling as she came up behind Takeshi, "I heard from Yumi you wanted to learn more. If you don't want to play, then why don't we do that? Between myself and Takeshi we can teach you a few things." At the very least they could instruct him on the basics, and anything past that would fall to the others. No one would get hurt by any of that, and it might even prove to be enjoyable to them. Plus... Wasn't their friend currently being instructed as well? T'charrl, was it? They could join him and Vegeta for some lessons, and she could sit in and help where needed. "Your friend T'charrl is being taught right now, we can go join in and you can learn with him, does that sound okay? No one will get hurt during that." Unless someone did something silly like try to eat a crayon, or fell out of their chair. Nah, everyone would be just fine.

"I wouldn't say that. The Frost Demons haven't really been a galactic threat for many years now, you've kind of faded into obscurity compared to before," Sasha remarked, giving a small shrug as she spoke plainly, "Don't take that the wrong way though, it's a good thing. Sure, there are those who will cast you as a criminal because of who you are, but most people, like me, don't care. I'm aligned with Saiyans, people who by all rights are the worst in the universe right now. I don't look at who someone is, but what they've done." While Kiton might have a record, what was on it? Petty thefts? Evading arrest for said thefts? Maybe a case of assault here and there, though when dealing with the Galactic Police that was hardly uncommon. In her brief time knowing Kiton, Sasha felt relatively confident that he wasn't someone who warranted a constant manhunt, though clearly she and the police may think differently. "At large...?" she repeated, frowning as she leaned down to look at the screen, "It means they don't know where you are, but they're looking. So for the time being it means you're safe," she explained, frowning as she stood upright again, "But it also means they haven't given up just yet, so take it how you will. Like I said though, as long as you're here on Uuonoe, you'll be fine."

Korian loathed to show he was failing to understand this concept of "solar energy", yet he was furrowing his brow trying to wrap his mind around it. He always thought of it as similar to Ki, just coming from a different source. Warriors who utilized Ki could pull it from the world around them, from any living being that had some to spare. Viral's energy then, he figured, was just taken directly from the suns of various planets, depending on what one he was on. It was confusing to be sure, but he'd wait until he was somewhere private with Sayomi to have it explained. On to the matter at hand, though he loathed to say it, having Krom train the Princes and whoever else really was the best choice. That aside, if something were to go wrong, say... Shu rampage, then he'd care less if the former Elite was injured, so all the better. That was the one little saving grace in all of this, that at the very least his own troops wouldn't be at risk. "I'll say what I can, but I tend not to think I've very much influence on them," Korian replied bluntly, smiling faintly as he gave a shake of his head, "Once they're informed of everything I don't doubt they'll go along willingly, just don't expect full cooperation. Shu seems to do solely as Takeshi asks of him, and Takeshi does... Well, as Takeshi pleases. As for the rest, they're a bit unknown. You'll have your hands full convincing them to follow you, that's a given."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"No problem Cecil, don't want you missing out," Ethan replied, smiling as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder. He knew they had work to do, but they really ought to take care of themselves first. If they collapsed from hunger or something then they'd be useless, both to themselves and in saving this Nymira woman. Sure, there was a sense of urgency with finding her, but they couldn't wear themselves down and expect to be useful. After getting Cecil a towel to clean off with, the Magi went about drying himself down as well, slipping into a small changing room to the side to get dressed. All of his clothes were nice and fresh, courtesy of the staff at the inn, and changing into them was a delight in of itself. Once he was all dressed he stepped out of the changing room and was immediately confronted by a still-dripping Amuné, smiling at her kindly when she asked for help.

"Of course! I'd be happy to Amuné." Accepting the towel he knelt down before the young Ydran girl, smiling as he began to wipe down her hair. She looked so happy now that she was fresh and clean, and hopefully she'd be even happier once she saw her clothes. Humming to himself as he went about his work, Ethan finished and playfully laid the towel over Amuné's head, chuckling before lifting it and poking her on the nose. "There, all dry! I bet that must feel loads better," he said cheerfully, going over to Wyth and squatting down again, offering to dry off the moorcat. After a little bit of coercing he managed to make Wyth stay, and he dutifully went about drying down the animal. When all was said and done Wyth's fur had poofed up somewhat, inciting laughter from Ethan that he tried to stifle behind an open hand. "S-Sorry Wyth, you just... You..." he stammered, laughing as he pointed at the animal, "You're like a big ball of fluff! It's awesome!" The moorcat sure could be intimidating, but right now he couldn't help but crack up at his appearance.

Now that everyone was dried they could get Amuné dressed, and then look into getting some food. Right on cue too the maid had come to the washroom to deliver the clothes, and Ethan rushed over to grab them, smiling gratefully and thanking her numerous times before returning to the group. The clothing was wrapped up in a bit of brown paper and tied closed by a string, a hasty way to make it a present for the little girl. "Here, got these for you while you were getting ready, hope they fit," Ethan said cheerfully, handing off the package to Amuné, "Just go try them on in a changing room, let me know if they're okay?" He hoped so, goodness knows if they could get a refund on them or not. He didn't even know where the maid had gone to buy them either, he'd just provided the money and left it to her judgement. Watching Amuné hurry off to get changed, he turned back to Cecil as he began asking about their plans.

"Lunch might take 15 minutes, and that gives us a bit of time to ask around too. Don't worry, we'll be working while we eat," Ethan explained, giving Cecil a thumbs up, "And we'll follow any leads we get here, however big or small. Then we can start asking around town too and see what we can find." They weren't going to forget about Nymira, she may be in trouble and need some help desperately. There was no telling what they might find when they went looking either, so they had to be ready for the worst. Seeing Cecil become apparently worried over it, Ethan walked over and gave him a pat on the back, smiling as he tried comforting the Machina. It was still a bit odd that a machine was feeling emotion like this, as according to Norman there was something very different about Cecil. Different wasn't bad though, and Ethan considered Cecil a friend no matter what he was like. "Hey, things will work out, okay? We'll find this woman, and we'll bring her back to Norman, everything will be fine. Then we can get you your oil and head to the next down, so don't stress."

Come to think of it, was oil all that Cecil needed? Norman had seemed very curious about their friend, and it might not be just because he had a shard in his body. They hadn't really done an entire inspection either, at least not to Ethan's knowledge. Just to be safe though they should ask now before they got caught up in work, otherwise it could go a while without being addressed. Giving Cecil a curious look over, as if he'd have any idea what to search for, the Magi offered a warm smile and slung an arm around the Machina's shoulders. "Say... Did we miss anything? Other than the oil, I mean," Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow, "It's just... Well you said it had been a while, right? Better we be safe and cover all our bases while we can, don't you think?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Well... We're all here now, that's what matters. As pleasant or unpleasant as the past was, dwelling and ruminating on it now does us no good, right? I say let bygones be bygones and move on." He had been the one to die in that event, yet Aito felt no ill-will about it. Perhaps that was due to knowing it had been Volkov's doing, or that he simply couldn't bring himself to show any disdain for Viral; whatever the case might be the doctor was fine about it, and he hoped soon the Beastman might be as well. Opening one eye to watch as Viral laid down in the grass, Aito smiled knowingly and laid back again, letting out a content yawn. "Ah... to mess with you obviously, that's my entire prerogative," he responded, chuckling before shaking his head, "Honestly, it's to try and help you relax. What can be more calming than sipping tea in a tranquil forest, or lying in the cool, soft grass beneath a beautiful blue..." Aito added, pausing as he had to glance at the sky, "Blue-ish green sky. That's why, because it's relaxing." There was no reason besides that, everything they were doing today was simply to take a load off and relax, nothing more. Aito did intend to observe Viral while they were out here as well, but he'd try not to make that as glaringly obvious as he could. "How's about trying this as well: close your eyes and focus on how your body feels, and then focus on your breathing. Try alternating between those two, and whenever your body aches try to recall your breathing."

Takeshi was completely fine after being hit, if a bit surprised by the fact. He was more laying on the ground to try and surprise Shu, hardly suppressing a grin as his little brother came over to check on him. After a brief moment of playing "dead" he reached up and began tickling the little guy, trying to get him laughing and to help him calm down a little. Instead of getting any of that however it almost appeared to make things worse, sending Shu into a fit as he scrambled to his feet and ran off. Watching his brother confused he exchanged an uncertain glance with June, rolling onto his front and getting back to his feet. "Hey, everything's cool buddy, see? I'm not hurt, you're not hurt, everything's fine," Takeshi said, smiling apologetically, "Come back over here, we're not done playing. I won't tickle you again, I swear." Maybe even just catch then, or something else? Shu always did seem to enjoy a game of tag, maybe they could do that instead. "Wanna play tag? Unless you wanna keep playing with the ball, it's whatever you want buddy, you know?"

"Well, given the options they had, I think what they did was the right thing. A ton of people are better off now because of what Korian and Sayomi have created, so I'm sure they're happy with it too," Sasha reflected, nodding confidently at her own words. She'd personally seen hundreds of smiling faces, grateful to have their freedom returned to them, and that alone made this fight of theirs worthwhile. It wasn't the easiest of jobs, but given any other alternative there was nothing she would rather be doing herself. "Ah... Well... Ricken and I were bound to have died if not for the rebellion, they saved us. I know right now these people may not seem like your friends, but they could well end up saving you too. I think as long as you're here you're going to be fine." The Galactic Police sure could come down and try taking him away, but unless they were willing to stand up to the likes of Korian they probably wouldn't get him without a fight. If their leader had something in mind for Kiton then he'd face judgement here, not off in some cell in the depths of space. They had finally come to the recreation room, with almost two dozen soldiers and staff were currently relaxing, chatting amongst themselves and all around just having a good time. Holding the door for Kiton, Sasha led him over to the several computers along the far wall, turning the machine on for him before gesturing for him to take a seat. "Go ahead and do what you have to, take all the time you need." And while he did she'd try giving him some privacy, or as much as she could. Once he was seated she turned her back to him, placing herself securely at the back of his seat, arms crossed in hopes she'd be enough to keep onlookers from taking a peak.

This was all a bit much, to think that this whole war had begun under a totally different pretense. Nothing had ever been said considering this fact up until now, yet annoyingly it made sense. Damn it, why hadn't he just been told?! So much time wasted, so many lives lost, and for what? They had collectively become weaker if this was the truth, and with those monsters appearing more regularly now was not the time to be short in terms of power. "Living energy... Ki is energy of life as well, so that doesn't make sense. There must be something more to it than just being 'alive' as you say..." Korian mumbled, frowning as he folded his hands together, resting his chins on his thumbs. He'd have to have Sayomi explain it later, he'd not lower himself and look like a fool in front of Krom and ask now. This was troubling, and now he was expected to allow a former enemy to train the Princes? Just because he couldn't do so didn't mean the rebels could not do it, they could find someone to take the job. He hated the idea of Krom having such a position, but the Elite's knowledge and experience couldn't be doubted, and he may well be an ideal candidate. "Hn... Fine, we'll do it your way. But you'll conduct your training here on Uuonoe, and in the presence of some of our soldiers. I'll not be letting you do anything without supervision until we've made certain your intentions are as you say," Korian explained, sitting upright and looking at Krom skeptically, "Understand that if you're lying to me at all, or you try anything, I will personally see to it you're punished severely, am I clear?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Korian CS

Name: Korian

Age: 32

Appearance:

Korian

Abilities:

• High strength: Korian is an adept fighter, and especially powerful physically. For a man of his level he is well above average, making him a fierce hand-to-hand combatant.
• Tactician: Though not always abundantly evident, Korian knows his way around a battlefield. Planning ahead is not his forte, but in the midst of a frenzy he can apply his experience and knowledge like no other, turning the tides of some of the most abysmal skirmishes.
• Highly trained: A former Elite and one of Yamate's best soldiers, there is little in the way of martial arts that Korian does not know. As far as a Saiyan's repertoire goes he knows almost every trick in the book, enabling him to anticipate and counter most every tactic in a fight.

Bio: Formerly one of Yamate's Elites, and the Vice-Commander of the Saiyan Military, he has an illustrious career. Leading his forces into numerous victories under Yamate's name, he had grown to a point where just his and his men's presence on a world was enough to make forces submit. Though he performed every task assigned dutifully he rarely took enjoyment in the fact, finding it both dull and distasteful that he was sent to fight such weak opponents. Over the years he took offense to enslaving planets as well, never informed as to the reason for doing so other than being told they were needed for the empire. Eventually this distaste for conquest led him to defect from Kortal and the Saiyan Empire, taking his First Lieutenant Sayomi and several men with him.

Korian's defection did not go unnoticed, and he along with the others were quickly branded enemies of the empire. Though nothing was intended to be done about it initially, the former Vice-Commander began leading strikes on conquered worlds, attempting to rid them of Saiyan control. This would inevitably force Yamate's hand, and thus would begin the Great Saiyan war. As worlds were freed and people
released, Korian began to gather followers devoted to his cause, of seeing the universe restored to its once diverse, natural state free of Saiyan oppression. In spite of being a Saiyan himself his troops readily followed him, attacking planet after planet to drive off the enemy. Though they had a number of early successes, the fact remained that his forces were dwarfed by that of the Saiyan empire. Eventually they were put on the defensive, having to fall back as far as Uuonoe to seek shelter. Formerly a neutral world, the rebels were pleasantly surprised to find staunch allies in the technological wonderland, able to establish themselves there.

As time passed the rebellion continued to grow, and the Saiyan empire's expansion slowed more and more. Regular strikes were made against the worlds under Saiyan control, albeit now more in guerrilla fashion than outright warfare. It was not until the arrival of the Princes that the rebels began to make strategic moves, slowly gaining footholds in key planets and beginning to drive the forces of Yamate back. There is still a long ways to go until the universe is back to its intended order, but Korian fully intends to see his mission through.

Personality: A stern man and highly driven, Korian attacks any issue he deems worth his time headlong. His tireless effort to see his mission through has gained both the praise and chagrin of those around him, some criticizing the commander for pushing his troops too hard. He argues every moment spent relaxing is another someone must suffer, truly believing the rebellion to be a necessary force for freeing the oppressed masses. He is extremely protective of those in his command, a fact that earned him loyalty of many both in the Saiyan military as well as the rebellion forces; if given the chance he will make a personal effort even to save the lowest of the grunts, or send out a force to do so. Unless they are dead in battle he will not abandon any troops, believing every individual to be crucial to his efforts.

Perhaps due to his nature as a Saiyan, Korian is quite vindictive. Though a generally collected and level-headed man he has been known to fly into a rage when something angers him, particularly when someone harms his troops. This anger has led him to strike out against those he likely never should have, and once cooled down he always regrets doing so. Though he is a man who appreciates the need for order and superior powers, he loathes the notion of taking away personal freedom. The idea of forcing another to work under you is an obscene thought, hence his extreme disdain of Yamate's actions. His one goal for many years had been to see the universe freed from the Saiyan's control, and to allow planets to govern themselves, as they should. If anyone chooses to follow him then he welcomes it openly, yet he never forces someone to follow his command. A bit contradictory however, there are unspoken rules, such as not taking a life if it can be helped, that he expects to be followed completely, and will become irate if it's not.

Korian sees himself as a leader and as a capable warrior, but not as a ruler. He has no desire for a throne or to command the masses, nor does he believe he can. He is and always will be a soldier, and does not even consider the notion of replacing Yamate once the war is over. While taking no pleasure in causing harm he loves battle, and couldn't imagine his life without it. He can do without war, he loathes the massive loss of life, but he would gladly continue as a soldier to maintain the peace if need be. On a side note, it's interesting to see his dependency on Sayomi at times. The commander almost seems forgetful without his Lieutenant around, and has more than once admitted to needing her help in a number of areas.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"And that is why we have the tea, to help relax your body. There are alternatives as well, but I figured tea is the simplest route, and it's the only one we can enjoy out here," Aito responded casually, smiling as he relaxed in the grass, "It's a good sign that you're fatigued like this, believe it or not. It shows that yesterday proved to be a workout for you, and with some rest your muscles will build mass. Rinse and repeat as the saying goes, and pretty quickly you'll be regaining strength." It might be a few weeks until Viral had returned to his former level of strength, but at least this was a proof of concept in action. As he regained his ability to work they would up the load as well, slowly enough as not to injure him yet enough to keep him pressed and exerting energy. Hearing Viral becoming downtrodden and completely misunderstanding the meaning of what he'd said, Aito lifted his head and smiled slightly, "You misunderstood, I meant spend casual time with you. I was always working before, and since coming back we've been working. I'm glad to be able to enjoy some quality time with you, that's all." If that was to be Viral's stance on what had happened then so be it, he'd come to appreciate that his actions were not voluntary, sooner or later. Laying his head back down Aito folded his arms beneath them, staring up at the clouds as they floated by. "Perhaps lay down? Your muscles might be straining since they're having to support you in an upright position, so lying down could help relieve some of that."

That was twice now that Takeshi had freaked out, rather on edge about Shu getting hurt. How in the world was the little guy turning a simple game of catch into such a stressful activity? He'd gotten so worked up over his brother he'd run over to make doubly sure Shu was unharmed from his fall, completely getting blindsided by the ball as it struck him in the head. It wasn't painful, but more surprising and hence it knocked him over: the ball rebounding and smacking him a second time didn't help either. Lying down in the grass in a daze he watched as Shu came over and began circling him, smirking when he started to get worried. "Oh... My head... I think I broke something! You'd better check buddy!" he said, faking rather awfully as he placed a hand on his forehead. When Shu came down close enough he reached up and grabbed his little brother, grinning as he began to try and tickle at his stomach and sides. "Ha! Got you squirt!" he shouted, laughing as he tried to keep Shu in place, "I'll keep tickling you til you wet your pants! Better run!"

Sasha felt like she was beating a dead horse by repeating herself, but it was for Kiton's own sake she did. Korian really took offense to their own being harmed, one only had to look as far as Viral to see that. Granted what had happened with the Beastman was an extreme case, but she still voiced an air of caution. "I wouldn't say she's in charge, she's more... Well let me put it this way. Korian knows how to put plans into action, but he's not the best at making them. Sayomi makes plans, Korian executes them, so in a way they both need one another, it's what makes them such a good team." From what she understood they were a formidable duo even back in the Saiyan military, and given their record together as well as her own personal experience of them, she'd believe it. Smiling apologetically when Kiton got upset over her laughing she gave a wave of her hand, hardly thinking he had cause for worry. "Everyone's busy today it seems, they'll come back for you. They saved me and Ricken, two people they had never met in their lives, and my brother notwithstanding I think we're on good terms with them still. They won't abandon you, so don't worry," Sasha explained, "And whether it's changed or not doesn't much matter. We're out of the jurisdiction of the Galactic Police here. Uuonoe has a history of neutrality, and while they're now sided with the rebels, and who isn't, that fact hasn't changed. They don't harbor criminals, so the police have never bothered. I think as long as no one sells you out you're fine, but if checking will help you relax then we can still do it."

Korian wasn't sure what angered him more, the fact Krom acted smug for having this knowledge, or the fact it had been withheld up until now. There would have been so much trouble spared, so many lives saved if they had known the truth from the beginning. Thinking the King was strong enough to handle both these beasts and the rebels by himself was an absurd notion; Yamate was strong, of that there was no doubt, but even he had his limits. In addition to that the fact that the creatures were only able to be slain by Viral's particular form of energy made any effort on the King's part moot... And theirs as well. "Viral cannot be expected to fight in his current state, he's barely able to move around. That doctor of theirs is working on him, but I don't know how long that will take. If he's our only chance of really slaying these creatures..." Maybe there was an alternative, some other way they could fight the beasts. What was it about Viral's power that made it so unique? Wasn't it solar based? By that logic even he could come up with a plan; focus solar energy at a focal point and use it as a weapon, they had the technology for such a weapon. Granted using them in a wide area or mass producing smaller arms would be far more challenging, and then people still had to be capable of using them. "And do you propose that you train them? Is that why you're here?" Korian asked, frowning as he glanced at Krom distrustfully, "They're currently recovering, we cannot expect them to just suddenly begin a regiment with you, or anyone for that matter. I won't disagree they've been casual about this entire affair, but they're children, what can you expect? You had better have a damn good reason why you should be the one to train them, because I cannot do it, and neither can Sayomi. If what you're saying is true then we have a lot of work to do and perhaps not a lot of time to do it."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"If that's the case then just relax, don't try getting to sleep. If you can relax, sleep should come naturally," Aito responded, smiling as he took a sip of his tea. If Viral stressed himself too much by not falling asleep immediately then he may not be able to relax, and with that being the entire point of this trip of theirs that would utterly defeat the purpose. Proposing they move to the beach didn't seem like it would go over well either, which was unfortunate but not an utter disappointment; wherever they could go for Viral to feel comfortable was fine by him. "Points taken, we'll remain here then. I suppose it's not the location that makes it, but rather how he approach the situation," the doctor reflected, giving a shrug before sipping at his tea again. Placing his glass down at his side then he raised his arms up above his head in a stretch, groaning before falling back and laying out across the grass. This was nice, being out here and not having to worry about much of anything. There still was a laundry list of things he had to take care of in regards to work, yet that was neither here nor there, he'd pay those mind when it was time to. Inhaling and drawing in deep the scents of the forest, smiling and letting out a sigh at the pleasantness of it. "So refreshing... It's been much too long since I got to do this..."

Flying might be a touch risky what with Shu being injured, but it'd be good to keep up to practice so he didn't forget how again. He'd not do anything crazy, just enough to make the little guy have to get up some and make a grab for it. Bouncing it around on his feet for a second Takeshi gave the ball a decent kick, watching it fly off into the air towards his brother. It was exciting right up to the point where Shu began tumbling, which made Takeshi, for the second time in moments, dash over to try and help. Gasping when Shu hit the ground he worried something might be terribly wrong, calling to mind the last time that his kid brother had crashed down after flying. In a heartbeat though Shu was back to his feet, looking completely fine despite the fall. Still hurrying over though he was moving when the ball was tossed, moving too quick and taking the ball right off the forehead and bridge of his nose, falling back onto his rear comically as he was seeing stars from being struck, smiling cluelessly as the ball fell down and landed in the same spot, rolling off to the side harmlessly.

"You'll be with me anyways, so you should be okay. I'm not nearly as hard pressed as Ricken is," Sasha explained, "Just be careful what you say about our comrades while here. I know Korian can be harsh, I know sometimes we don't use the kindest of methods, but it's all for good reason. And I don't like having my friends and comrades defaced or shamed for what they stand for." Her tone wasn't in the least bit threatening, yet she hoped Kiton would listen to and abide by what she had said. These people risked their lives for the betterment of others, for people across planets who they probably never met, and never would even after the fact. You couldn't talk poorly about them, not after doing something like that. "She's not really a nanny, she doesn't change his diaper or feed him," Sasha joked, smiling as she shook her head, "She's just the brains whenever he loses his cool, and she helps make sure everything runs smoothly. He's the brawn and she's the brain, that's the simplest way to put it I suppose." Glancing back at the Frost Demon on the computer she chuckled slightly, amused that he felt the need to immediately defend himself and make his intentions clear. "It's fine, I know you're not going to do anything bad. I trust the judgement of the Princes and their friends. If they let you come along then I'll agree with them, even if your past is questionable. If you don't mind my asking though... What is it you want to look into? Maybe I can help?"

If Korian wasn't annoyed with Krom enough already, the laughing set him over the edge. Were Sayomi not in the room he'd probably have gotten somewhat violent, but with her present he managed to reign in his annoyance, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He was being spoken to like an idiot, it was insulting especially from a prisoner. If there was more to these beasts then it was not his fault he was unaware, he'd only been able to sift through the information his own troops had gathered. While silently steaming he allowed for Krom to say his piece, finding his anger giving way to confusion as the man went on. "What do you mean 'a certain kind of energy'? And okay, I'll grant you that perhaps what you've said about those monsters is true, we've seen it with our own eyes. But where do they come from? Why have they been attacking planets? I find it hard to believe that this war began as an effort to stifle their advance... But let's say hypothetically for a moment that I do, then what? We end all hostilities, join forces and drive back the menace? If this is the reality of the situation then why wait until now to reveal it? We could have avoided this entire war if this was made public years ago!" Korian snapped, gripping the table to try and settle down, bending and warping it in the process, "What the hell is Yamate thinking alienating everyone like this?!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"There's nothing you were supposed to feel really. It was meant to try and wear you down physically, that's all. Whatever you think of the activity or take away from it are all yours and yours alone, it's not for us to decide." Viral could hate yesterday with every fiber of his being and that would be fine, it would just mean that busywork wasn't the approach they needed. At current Aito had some trouble telling exactly how his son felt, whether he was overly fatigued or just agitated from being made to do the work. "Today we can try a change of pace from all of that. Enjoy the tea, enjoy the serenity of the area around us. If you want to as well we can go to the lake, since you mentioned a beach. If you don't mind flying then we can reach it in... Oh, a few minutes?" There may be more exposure to the sun out at a beach, and the openness of the place may seem more appealing to Viral as well; the forest could understandably feel a bit cramped, and for a man who loathed the notion of being confined anywhere it was easy to see why he may not be completely enamored with where they were now.

Takeshi was fine with playing catch, but standing two meters apart and giving the ball a small lob was hardly exciting. Maybe he couldn't do anything super flashy, but he'd at least try making things a little more interesting. Backing off to put more space between himself and Shu, the older boy lobbed it up high in the air, expecting his brother to wait and try catching it on the way down. When Shu made a jump for it then and nearly tumbled to the ground he raced over to catch Shu, skidding to a stop when the little guy managed to come out fine. Letting out an exasperated sigh he hung his head in relief, lifting it again after he heard Shu squeak, reaching out and snagging the ball easily enough. "Right, good thing you caught it," Takeshi answered, smiling as he rolled the ball between his hands, "Just... Next time you do that, please use Ki to fly up? I'd rather you didn't just jump, that's dangerous." Particularly when they were both injured, they ought to be careful and not take risks like that. Giving the ball a curious look he let it drop, managing to catch it with his right foot and bounce it back up. Grinning eagerly he bounced the ball a few times between both feet, giving Shu a cheeky look before managing to kick it over his way, being mindful not to kick it too hard. "Heads up buddy!"

Kiton didn't know how much he'd lucked out by not getting Ricken as his escort; her brother had been complaining all day about the assignment, and obviously things wouldn't have been pleasant if it had happened. Kiton didn't need to know that though, seems like he had plenty on his plate as things were. "I'll answer anything I can, so long as it's not something on a need-to-know basis," Sasha responded, opening the door for the Frost Demon. She didn't mind him too terribly much, nor did she mind this assignment, but she'd try to remain all business during this. "Korian...? He's a nice man when you get to know him, but you have to understand his position. He's leading a fight against the Saiyans, and trying to protect thousands if not millions in the process. He has a lot on his plate, and because of that... Maybe he's quick to judge. I wouldn't worry too much though, that woman that was with him? She's good at keeping him in reality, you're going to be fine as long as you don't do anything bad." Kiton didn't seem the sort to go and make trouble for himself so he ought to be alright in that regard, hopefully. "You can do what you want... Well, within the compound I suppose," Sasha mumbled, itching at her cheek as she shut the door, following after the Frost Demon, "Computers...? Well yeah, of course there are computers here. One that you can use though, hm... Oh! There is a recreation room, I'm pretty sure there's a few there for people to use. We can head there if you need one."

It didn't matter wholly what Krom had to say, Korian was going to take it with a pinch of salt. Whatever claims were made, whatever reason were given, he was going to scrutinize every little detail until it could be said with absolute certainty that what was said was legitimate. The rebel leader had demanded an explanation and was ready for whatever contrived nonsense the soldier had for him; the explanation he got, however, was beyond what he'd even expected. "You mean the war? I am well aware how the war is going, and it's thanks to you and your party! What are you trying to get at with this?" Korian asked, frowning as he slammed a hand on the table. "And what do you mean the 'common enemy'?" What in the hell could he be referring to? There were only two sides to this war, his and Krom's. There was no common enemy to speak of, what a ridiculous thing to say. Sitting back in his seat in frustration the rebel leader frowned as a thought occurred to him, his brow furrowing as something crossed his mind. It wasn't just a two sided war though... Was it? At least not anymore, not since those things began showing up and attacking both sides. Did Krom know what they were? Or where they came from? He'd thought they were tools of Yamate's up until recently, and now he was even more uncertain of their real identity. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to reel his anger back, the rebel leader folded his hands together and leaned forward, giving Krom a stern gaze. "You know what those creatures are? Speak, now. If you know what's going on then tell me everything."