Nappa
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Post by Nappa on Jul 4, 2023 5:14:44 GMT -5
For a long time, Nappa was quiet. While EP-3 had talked, explaining in great detail the strife she had to go through on a day to day basis dealing with life as a gynoid, he hadn’t even touched his food. Instead, he simply stared at the polished finish on the bar they sat at, and felt his good mood sap more and more with every word stated. Her optimism in spite of the fact that most of the living, breathing creatures of the galaxy - organics, she called them - hated and abused her on a daily basis was truly commendable.
As a man who planned on eradicating injustice within the ranks of the Saiyan Empire, he felt he couldn’t feel fully safe in his consciousness by simply ignoring this problem and allowing this prejudice to continue unopposed.
Well, not entirely unopposed.
Apparently, EP-3 had a mentor, an android named Vlad, who was a champion of the Avalon Protectorate and stood as a symbol for all robotic life against hate, erasure, and further marginalization. He sounded like a fascinating person to talk to: more than an activist, he was an honest-to-Yamoshi war hero.
Despite there being a general disdain for finding inspiration in the war heroes of other races and cultures among his fellow Saiyans, Nappa felt that learning about compassion, fighting prowess, and intelligence all came from a similar mindset: the wider a man cast his net, the more chances of success he could hope to have.
He barely remembered the conversation, but through one way or another, he’d managed to get EP-3 to tell him what the location of her mentor, Vlad, would be in a few weeks. Nappa was about to get sent off-world for yet another mission, but he had proven himself enough lately that he felt fairly confident he could influence where he was being sent to. With a soft nudge, he could be sent to Earth along with a few other small Vanguards, and use that time to reach out to the android.
Perhaps he would even help him if there were any missions that needed doing. He was going to Earth to check in on it as an ally, after all.
Later
Earth really was a beautiful world.
The lush forests and crystal-clear blue water in the rivers and lakes that snaked all around the rural areas was positively breathtaking. Compared to some of the backwater swill he had been forced to chug for hydration, and the dusty, unchanging climates of some minor worlds in this galaxy, being relocated to Earth was like a vacation.
Soaring over the skies, Nappa rolled so that his face could feel the warmth of the Sun. It was what the humans called ‘summer vacation,’ he had recently discovered from a small Earthen youngling. The time of the year when the heat became too unbearable to expect children to continue learning how to be functional, intelligent adults had come, and with it had come things like ice cream, outdoor pool trips, beach days, and more.
Closing his eyes, the Saiyan could almost envision a life in which he had been born a human, and got to live such a relaxing lifestyle, unencumbered by military necessity or survivalist tendencies.
He let the moment drag for a bit, before reluctantly relenting and opening his eyes. He had been told by a Protectorate member at the Embassy that, while he had never personally met Vlad, that he was fairly sure he had heard of a high level android within the Protectorate allowing himself to be contacted 24/7 through the interlinked Scouter system, in case of emergency.
Sighing, he clicked the button on the side of the Scouter and began to scour the databases, not exactly sure what he was looking for. Finally, his eye caught a mention of the word ‘organics,’ and took note. Reading through the briefly typed explanation for that particular comm channel, he was excited to discover that it was in fact Vlad’s personal link. Entering it, he spoke into the void, hoping to get a response:
“Vlad? Can you hear me out there, man? My name is Nappa, and I’m a Third Class Saiyan Warrior. I know you don’t typically engage with people this low on the totem pole, but I’d been made aware of you by someone named EP-3, and what she said had me extremely eager to meet you. So... I guess, if you have the time to meet or chat or something of the like, I would really appreciate it. There is no time crunch to this, of course.” Word Count: 783 Total Word Count: 783
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Post by Vlad on Jul 4, 2023 10:52:51 GMT -5
EP3 enjoyed her time with Nappa, indeed it did not take much directing to get her to indicate her mentor as her inspiration and with it more details on him, how he was an experiment of conciseness treated like a life form by his maker to the point of a familial bond, identifying as male as many would see his form as andro and did not oppose that and was quite comfortable with his father figure calling him a son.
Her back and forth with him was pleasant and when he departed she decided to simply vibe for about an hour, but reality would call her soon after, and it was back to trying to aid organics in spite of their mistreatment, most of the hang out spots of the survivors of suicide station to contend with were crime bosses and other wealthy sorts, the type of morally negative sorts that would skip a families funeral and simply wait for the will to add to their wealth. What was objectifying a gynoid in the list of exploitation to these creeps and clowns?
Golden parachutes often saved the worst kinds of people. But for some there was hope as she noticed the more she helped and spoke with them the more uncomfortable with the too far gone friends of theirs to simply doing things like surprise bust massage or backside slap. Indeed, seems for many some of their worst elements were not of genuine disgusting personality type and more they felt the need to do it because, well, It's what the friends who shared their social status did and a need to stay in their social inner circle. Cowardly many could call such people, but her planting the humanizing seeds in their heads would get them uncomfortable, and nothing spurned organics to change than the mirror becoming an uncomfortable thing to pass.
Another day, another chance to change a life for the better, she thought. She scrolled through the news feed for something to bring her tough yet compassionate self to. If a problem could be solved with words and rational discourse she would try to do that but, sadly, allot of sorts were too used to getting their own ways with others to be moved by appeals to everyone is just trying to get on with their existence, and they were being a right hindrance to that. Some people loved fucking around and she would try to help them find out with her blade and shield and legs that were not just for showing.
On earth.
Another day, another series of the usual for Vlad. Treat wounded sorts who got too comfortable around the dinos, stop mechanical failures from derailing trains and downing planes, standing in interrogative rooms and using hypnotic harmonics to compel the mind to greater drive to be truthful and that same power to engage with communities on earth to try and find ways his forces could aid improve the status quo for the town/city, going to solidarity events with union workers pushing to balance the scales of power more ethically/symmetrical. Throwing down with the odd villain of any number of stripes, rolling his eyes as his radio picked up anti android pastors who picked up enough cash to buy airtime to spill drivel talking about machines that parroted the trappings of life as they would say were soulless abominations. Others who would parrot the genuine fear of obsolescence of job fields. Vlad could have sympathy for that field as sadly too many cities and towns still had that old world 'you gotta work to have any value as a being' mentality and that dignified living should not be a right, such mentalities of course would make the idea of automation kicking out of a job market a genuine grounded fear, hence why Vlad often gave his time to see to that those without jobs could still be housed and fed their livelihoods maintained and opportunities for time to pick up new skills and support that will keep their minds out of the death spiral of constant stress and anxiety on their livelihoods vanishing.
Of course many of the corporate heads that would spread fear of true thinking AI making any and all fields up for being on the chopping block for organics and how these corpos that never spoke of housing the homeless or championed organizations that put action to safeguarding livelihoods of beings care so deeply about the future of people they intend to replace but do not want to have the machine consider concepts like 'unions' and 'worker solidarity'.
<you sure do know how to flaunt your every acts of altruism doing the right thing only when cameras are on ya,> he said every time he heard a big CEO sort who spoke of the plight of the worker who the very idea of stepping into a non-profit communal soup kitchen would be like a vampire of the old religious bend attempting to step into a church
so many of the figures had moments of confusion at the very notion of non-profit aid before they remembered what their pr said to say around the media when key words come up. If some of those CEOs put non thinking lesser AI VI robot replicas of themselves and programmed dialogue prompts when key words were spoken, he would not be shocked.
Busy day but seeing an area’s well being index slowly rise made it worth it to the synthetic being who warred with his own kind to let organics remain free, even tho twas their flaws and the diplomatic failures of the organics that brought the horrors of the great galactic wars. Nothing in the galaxy was a more precious resource than sentient well being, nothing more valuable than the minds capable of grasping value in the first place, why he went with Paladins over scholars, data can be backed up and if those that learned lessons of the data remain they could always recall that data and ensure it was restored if lost lives were not so easily restored from states of broken and deprivation.
With a mind capable of being online most days of the week constantly only needing a few hours far fewer to organics to maintain the neural systems of his electric brain he could get much done with his tireless body, but being modeled after a human he did enjoy at times getting a moment's pause in the coms. West city he hovered above a small wooded zone outside as rain fell, the android thanked constant R&D that these days humanoid robots such as himself could be submerged in water for days without ill effect so he could appreciate the soothing rain. Why would a robotic entity feel a sense of ease in the rain? Perhaps he got this by some of his father's brain waves, as the instruments that mapped human brain patterns to him on creation picked up an enjoyment of this sound of soft rain? .
Curious questions of his own cognition would need to wait a new call came in and characteristic of the to the point military background of the entity on the other end he needed only give the buzz of the com activating before the voice came over, no need for him to say hello first. <Affirmative, you are coming through loud and clear> he let his processors turn his mental responses into vocalized energy as he silently observed nature existing, it was intriguing to observe so many diverse social; structure in play.
Oooop big bear scratching its back on an aged tree knocked a nest loose and the android caught it setting the nest back on its place after the bear was done using the tree as a scratching post, patch of trees all aged just bad luck the bear decided to use that one. But good thing he was there, so the bird did not mourn the death of their hatch lings/eggs. The universe had countless stories of these random micro tragedies and the universe cared not for any of them, but entities and created conscious beings had compassion and among them a large tho far from complete number of them had the capacity for power to live the heroic fantasies they had and power to save the countless nests of the galaxy from being mindlessly destroyed for the comfort of the few powerful sorts.
But to be fair, the bears at least lack the capacity to gauge how satisfying their need for a scratching post would ruin or end the lives of birds that use it as a home. Higher cognitive bears could simply say their back scratching was more important then the very existence of that bird family.
Sometimes parodies were not as far off the mark as one would hope, a lot of powerful sorts would take candy from babies for their own taste pleasure more important than the kids and power to say 'what is the kid going to do about it?'
The android's expansive mind saw to this as he still processed Nappa speaking not pausing for anything near an uncomfortable time as he spoke back in the mind delicately tractor beaming the nest back onto its home spot overlaying the nest's current position to a play back to the very decimal place of where the nest was. <please to make you're at the moment distant, acquaintance,Nappa I am sure my data leaves you decently informed of my station and captain rank> the android responded with a bit of a technical way of putting their current conversation medium the mind to transmission vocals still generating a very lax chill dude vocal type <no problem, no one is below me, I like to think no sentient being is above any other cosmically speaking, organic or mechanical such as myself. Ahhh my student, she and I were on the ruined world where the infamous suicide station was, she stayed behind to help people, hope she is well, she did however inform me of making contact with you sharing logs of a new intriguing figure she encountered. I would be glad to see you. I am often left, unfortunately, unable to see everyone that contacts me, I may be a machine, but there's only one of me only so much can be done with that>
Truth be told he had 30 clones but 30 clones that tended not to speak much more than acknowledging a task and were largely just rudimentary autonomous tools that happened to share his form but still Vlad could grasp not only the stickler technicalities but the spirit of what was meant too they wanted to see a synthetic person not just a physical replica that aided people on short notice when he was occupied.
Vlad would track the transmission and fly softly out of the field before rocketing to the location high in the sky, the only hint to Nappa beyond agreeing to meet before he would speak again through the scouter was his system report he was engaging accelerated flight. <I will be right with you.>
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Post by Nappa on Jul 5, 2023 5:52:52 GMT -5
He couldn’t help himself but to be initially confused by the encounter. Nappa had met several heroes of war, and while not all Saiyans who had been put to the test galactically were dark and brooding, he did have to admit to himself that even the warriors with a positive spirit had a certain seriousness to their every tone. It didn’t make joking with them impossible, but was certainly undeniable was the fact that death and destruction changed people.
It happened in lots of different ways, to be sure. Some retreated inward, others chose to lash out with anger, another set of survivors used humor as a crutch to move past their trauma.
Vlad’s voice was different.
He couldn’t quite place exactly what it was, but something about his upbeat, aloof voice sounded too natural. It was almost as though he actually wasn’t repressing anything, and had no trauma from war at all.
“I will be right with you.”
Huh? I didn’t tell him where I was yet.
The Saiyan started to open his mouth to ask how Vlad even knew where he was, but a notification popped up on his screen informing him of the android’s approach.
Well, damn.
He stopped flying for the moment and looked out over the horizon. Sol was high in the sky, indicating early afternoon, and he was hovering over a massive forest that his Scouter identified as near Animal Village. The green, leafy caps stretched hundreds, or perhaps thousands of feet into the air. It truly was a marvel to look at.
To his right, mountains rose miles higher than even he was flying at, with snow-covered peaks dotting the range. He wondered what it might be like to practice fighting in such a cold climate. There certainly could be a use for it, with richly important planets such as Pefu and Mortoseth having deeply dark and cold areas that he may need to be able to adapt to.
Before he knew it, Nappa could hear a noise, and turned, expecting to see the android flying at him. He wasn’t sure if a lot of time had passed while he zoned out, or if the automaton was simply that quick (or had already been close by), but either way it didn’t matter.
Straightening his back, he waved semi-formally and waited, not wanting to bombard Vlad the second he stopped flying. Word Count: 411 Total Word Count: 1,194
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Post by Vlad on Jul 5, 2023 15:33:20 GMT -5
Blue armor streaked across the sky at great speed the position of the organic's transmission was a nav-point in his sensory he were to have hung up and moved, Vlad's myriad of sensor arrays would have identified the subtle residence of dead skin cells and aura dispersal that organics tended to leave behind when their ki enabled flight was engaged if he needed to he could tap into the data EP3 scouter would have told him of Nappa's fingerprint of an energy signature/wavelength .
Safe to say, the synthetic life form had a number of ways such as coms officer that could identify where the scouter was at any point.
He would fly about what would commonly be called a comfortable distance for engaging with a stranger, well within ear shot but at a boundary respecting distance.
But even that would express how fabricated the tone was, EP3 had the gaze of someone quite wised by her experience with people still hopeful but one that was tempered with experiencing how dark and depraved people's appetites could be, Vlad's eyes reflected a heart that struggled defiantly to not be broken by time and time again seeing horrors as a machine that had genuine self as true as any human or saiyan he had systems that allowed for a hell of a bluff tone and poker face, but the eyes gave the game away, as an android he did not have a backlog of millions of years of emotional core in the brain refinement, the capability of a studied gaze into the synths eyes beyond the surface cloud covering was a set of eyes had masked scars below the well maintained surface, especially as the radio waves pumped again a speaker against the truth of machine sentience and the seemingly voracious need some humans had to see their species as valued by some higher power and that made the idea that only composition differentiated them from humanoid robots, offense
Vlad understood physiological tricks people put on themselves to preserve ego and place in the galaxy but it was so... suboptimal and opened the door to cruelty to preserve that self-image, Perhaps Nappa would find the android's gaze similar to a demystified sheltered sort whose parents well intended but erroneously tried to paint the galaxy as a place that was less a work in progress and something that was on the cusp of realizing the rational guided greatness it could be, only to have the dark side of the galaxy slap cold water in the face of the being and shown the maker's painting of the galaxy to be a well intended lie but one that the entity still used as a beacon to how the galaxy could one day be.
EP3 was a product with memories that offered no mask to the galaxy, she got the whole spectrum of organic natures in her formative years before she awaked to sentience. Vlad was a robotic son of a race known to, well intention, shelter their young and fill them with optimism in hopes they can lead a good life and prosper.
In an odd way perhaps that was one thing Vlad had in common with the speaker, one narrative that part of them likely knows is a fantasy, but It's what they have to cling to for hope, for the preacher It's that sentience was divine and could only be grossly parodied by artificiality. Vlad needed the belief that all these ills of sentient beings were growing pains that could be overcome, that one day rationality would guide the galaxy and see a brotherly bond for lack of a better term, tho of course he would hope that tier bond to all beings regardless of gender expression or composition.
But damn did a careful gaze see past the obscuring optimistic cloud he coated his gaze with, that now it was hoping against reason bordering that maybe one day the galaxy could look approaching the utopias' people dream of, and still there was strength in the gaze to do his damnedest to bring about that with his deeds and bloody refusal to let spider get to laugh in his negative nihilistic way. Maybe not a soul on the planes matters cosmically speaking, but when do people really consider how they belong to the cosmos vs how they belong with their fellow sentient entities? How did those calculations measure up? How often did people dread being a burden to others, vs how they are a spec to the Andromeda Galaxy? That the star that birthed their world will outlive them or their families and is merely one of countless trillions? Sure the thought could oddly invade here or there, but sentient beings matter to sentient beings and that is enough to aspire to make the galaxy its best version of itself so that hopefully one day death comes on the individual's terms, and they can cast off the mortal coil thinking back with no regrets and as their cognition pass the bonds of the mortal for the final time think it was a good life.
Of course that all may be too much of very specific readings of the eyes but could see he was a highly wounded vet who in a way held onto hope in spite, refusing to let all he had endured be for nothing like allot of the assholes he faced down wanted to beat into him.
Safe to say EP3 and vlad would both highly contest the idea that androids were soulless things and where EP3 was a fresh adult tree of experience, Vlad was a defiantly resilient orchard that has had nightmarish tragedies take place in it yet still tried its damnedest to bare the best fruit it could.
Suddenly, Nappa may have found the mood lighten as the android reached out with his mind to use a hypnotic capability to further mask the downer elements of his gaze and inspire a sense of ease and comfort. No ill intent, nothing intrusive/overriding of his use of hypnotic capabilities, but clearly one with a reputation of being a paladin that can calm tensions in a room of people on the brink of war.
A soft smile directed itself to Nappa and a returning wave too met him.
“Pleased to properly meet you, how may I be of assistance?” the vocals gave a subtle auto-tune effect to show his comfort with what he was, if the armored interlocked outer frame and eyes pulsing with warm electric cognition and readouts from everything from his own internal diagnostics, nappas physiological diagnostics, and even the temperature/ humidity of where they were and precisely how high they were in several units of measurement. Granted, a fair deal of those details were just sub-processors running a lot of math in the background of his awareness. .
“Your first time on earth? Would you enjoy a tour? I am sure we will find something to tend to your social, intellectual, romantic, tactile, and streetlight up hunger appetites, as for battles you could easily find plenty of forces willing to engage in violent exchanges here on earth, I personally lament that fact, but if you desire to find a villain or a social ill sort to do battle you sadly don't have to spend that long looking.”
his eyes took a subtle saddened shift down.
a moment crack in the calm gaze to show the kind soft hearted soul he managed to cling to was not so soft hearted to be willfully ignorant on the contrary simply laments that it is how it is but if violence must be to stop those that would do as the bear would do but with callous uncaring disregard for the broken nest in their wake, violence had to be done.
It was not wrong to lament the need, but to refuse the call was enabling it. Vlad did not when the war came, he did not for the conflict with the orcs, every time he could take up the mantle and was not undergoing maintenance or trapped in a situation at the time he took up the call.
And time and time again, another scar on his 'heart' was made. Given what EP3 exchanged with him, Nappa seemed a bit far from the kind that would simply throw down a tanker of ale and bust heads for fun. One that likely seen little use in a tavern brawl for a brawl sake.
Part of him was sure Nappa's training would include how to hold back on entities far in a way weaker, so he would show the other amenities of earth before the mentors of the planet.
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Post by Nappa on Jul 6, 2023 0:00:10 GMT -5
As Vlad’s head drooped, he could see the emotion that perhaps wasn’t being relayed properly in his speech patterns. Maybe as an android, he had control over how he sounded. Thinking it over, that made more and more sense to him. Surely, he’d been designed with different vocal tones, for different emotional states, and could just choose depending on the situation what tone was most appropriate, regardless of what was being said or how he felt about it.
To Nappa, it felt surprisingly lonely to think someone lived life that way - to not be forced to reveal how he felt would give no freedom to him, but instead be incredibly shackling. Due to Nappa’s own personality - and, he suspected, Vlad’s as well to a degree - having the ability to hide unnecessary emotions and choosing not to would leave him feeling incredibly selfish.
Not being forced to let his emotions out, however, would mean that his own mindset would limit his ability to be empathized with and comforted by the people around him; the wall he would feel obligated to put up... it would leave no one to help him deal with whatever negative actions or environment he was suffering from.
He’d been planning on speaking to the android about his attempts to clean up crime on Earth, his combat capabilities and where they had come from, and perhaps even stories about his time in war. All of those thoughts died in Nappa’s throat after seeing the single motion of his acquaintance’s head.
“Maybe some other time,” he finally replied. “Personally, I don’t have any active missions to take care of right now, and I was feeling hungry. Are you able to have ice cream? I just heard about it the other day from some Earth youngling, and it changed my life after just a few bites! Apparently, it’s formed from churning the milk of some native cattle in extremely cold temperatures, which I thought would make it taste like some kind of sour, cold, cheese...”
He paused for a second, rubbing the top of his scalp with some measure of embarrassment before admitting, “but it was so surprisingly sweet, I’ve already had it four times this week.”
He still felt the vibration in his bones, egging him on to try and test out the strength of the android. For some reason, Vlad’s Power Level reading wasn’t popping up on his Scouter, which only intrigued him more.
With great willpower, he reined in the urge, knowing that in this moment, if the goal was a long term ally, an amount of compassion and kindness that wasn’t native to any Saiyan that didn’t suffer from brain damage were required. Word Count: 462 Total Word Count: 1656
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Post by Vlad on Jul 6, 2023 5:18:42 GMT -5
The synthetic entity's sub-processors already began computing ideas for hang out spots given parameters by Nappa. The cup of options truly did runeth over many times over with options many which had plant based options which the android likely would take up, the caking of his social engagement storage was a lot easier to clean up with plant based residue for its lower congealing of cholesterol on the frame
the mind of most sentient things yearned for comfortable topics so not having to get too into how the constant fight for his right to be seen as something more than the puppet construct son of a socially odd nerd at kindest and an abominable cursed object the likes of an NFT or mindless AI that the citizenry at one point feared would take even creative jobs away.
He assumed a typical thinking pose resting his chin on his middle finger while the index and thumb cradled the center point of his jaw “Saiyans do have quite the reputation for quite the appetites, your metabolic systems vastly outstrip humans with the caloric intake recommended for your race, fortunately earth has undergone a great deal of green and atomic renewal of energy and moved from sustainable to enriching agriculture even going as far as to put massive growing fields in abandoned buildings and re-purposing some streets for produce. Plenty of all-you-can-eat buffets with all manner of desert options exist. “ He scratched his helmet as his observations in his processing overtook his focus a moment.
“Sorry point being plenty of options for many areas be they for full meals or if you just wish to satisfy sweet cravings exist. Yes I am capable of eating sweets, in fact it's most I usually eat albeit plant based as easier to clean out my social interactive storage. But yeah, sweets serve as a tertiary way to replenish my power cells in the event my perpetuating energy system fails, and I can't absorb atmospheric heat or other elements as a means of replenishing. As for ice cream and other dairy original sweets, a lot of them are mixed with syrups, a flower that provides a subtle sweetness, and lots of sugar. Often topped with other candies, caramel, slightly flavored sugar sprinkles, chocolate and a wide assortment of fruits much like yogurts, smoothies, and milkshakes. I have been enjoying plant based alternatives of these, they are quite easy to make and, you know it feels better to me, more in line with my ethical considerations, as my species is often viewed as a commodity too so, inspires working to some solidarity with creatures that also have lives that often get cast aside and regarded as lesser. Would be a jerk to not consider the existence of creatures who often get dealt a comparable dirty hand to myself.”
The android sensed that closer may have been a bit of a downer, so he decided to drop some of his personal favorites “I enjoy blueberry milkshakes with an oat derived vanilla ice-cream pairing, why blueberry? Perhaps anti oxidants seem to be something that has universal benefits, plus taste appeals I only suspect the anti oxidants allow a sort of logic to coincide with the preference, no organic or robotic being finds oxidation of their components a good time. Banana pudding is good too, again with an oat derived substitution for dairy. If you are curious on the prevalence or reasons to the creation of non-dairy milk, plenty of humans actually grow quite allergic to it as well as those who are ethically unsettled by how the product comes into being. Tho the ladder with replicator tech has dulled down as now it can largely be just printed milk no exploits, and they still have the plant based to if they prefer the taste or simply grown into their routines.”
The android also did recognize the tensing in his new friend's muscles, and thoughts wondering what his power could be popping onto the surface of Nappa's mind like the bubbling of a hot tub currently on a low bubble setting but still there.
“hmm my power likely is not appearing on your scouter, is it? A lot of that tech was built well before an entity like myself was much more than the works penned in sci fi novels and tho some scouters do possess the capacity to extrapolate on my various indicators of upward capacity much like the upgraded models could read even well hidden powers of organics by scanning the nerve system integration with bone and musculature development. But I feel safe in guessing you as a soldier would like to see a bit of power from an old warrior like myself baited by not being capable of simply scanning me beyond perhaps an error message identifying me as a non biological presence, would this be a safe bet? Would you like me to perform some task or demonstrate my capabilities, or perhaps engage in a friendly contest before we go to eat? I would be glad to take a few minutes to do that, would work up your hunger, I have plenty of friends that would aid us to eat a bit free, tho if your hunger gets too great may be charged enough to not provide the meal at significant cost. Earth still has monetary concerns. But they are high quality, so I will gladly cover our meals, likely just have some lemon lime soda and a banana split, I do like the taste of them and their enough positive health benefits that I do not hear the chastising of my sub system of me clearly taking my incapability of growing fat or sugar related illness for granted over organics.”.
Vlad swayed a bit as he flew anti grav lifts on his back rear caffs and shoulders glowing allowing him to move in space pod like dimensions with ease as he waited for his friends' indication of what means he would like to test before they ate, a kind grin seeing into the organics surface thoughts did make the desire crystal clear for a desire to test him. But saiyans were known to spar quite fiercely with friends and allies, so concluding from purely physical indicators subconsciously hinting at restraint being used would make a test of might easy to conclude. Still, he did respect the control Nappa showed plenty, would just give into the desire to see the strength of the android with all the tact of a human child finding out where the Christmas presents are and making it to them all wrapped and ready for the day.
“if I was right Thank you for the restraint up to this point, but in the future feel free to inquire about it, I may lament the need for genuine ill intended violence, but mutually agreed upon friendly contests I welcome happily.” perhaps the distraction of a new positive acquaintance let him navigate his subconscious processors away from the tragic elements of his past and his desperate clinging to cautious optimism of the future and exist in the now. The now was a new potential friend and a pleasant day. Two big pluses.
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Post by Nappa on Jul 9, 2023 3:14:35 GMT -5
Are the Earth cattle intelligent? The thought made Nappa sick to his stomach; milking cattle was an uncommon practice among Saiyans, but not unheard of; however, all cattle that Nappa had encountered before now were decidedly less sentient than the major races of the galaxy. If Earth had some exception to that rule and yet were still drinking from its teat, that would leave him feeling woozy.
Not to mention that it would likely involve these cattle being raised as slaves, which felt odd. Obviously, he was no stranger to the slave lifestyle, having grown up in the Empire as he had. This world just felt different than that in some way. The people felt freer, the land more open, and the seas bluer.
Well, nobody’s perfect, I guess. Now it makes sense why we’ve allied so closely with Earth.
“I’ve never had dairy made of oats,” he admitted. “Never much of a food scientist, myself, so all I knew oats were good for was making various types of gruel and being used as feed for other animals. Sounds intriguing, though. And I do like blueberries,” he added with vigor, “so I think I’m perfectly okay giving your idea a try.”
“A fight, though?” Nappa rubbed his chin thoughtfully. This was exactly what he’d wanted! Had Vlad simply made a guess based off him being a Saiyan, or had he actually read something in Nappa’s body language to give it away? Perhaps he’d seen on Nappa’s Scouter that he was attempting to read Vlad’s stats. Either way, this worked out great for him. Earth really was seeming more and more like a place he could settle down at for a while and learn a lot.
There were so many different fighting styles here that he could dabble in and learn from, and make him that much more valuable to the king. Even if he wasn’t positively brimming with excitement, he still would feel the urge to take this offer up, just to see how the Protectorate chose to train their soldiers in combat.
“If I have to be honest, I am dying to know what your Battle Power looks like. Being only a Third Class, I’ve met all sorts of different races, but I haven’t actually stood in front of a real talent that wasn’t already a Saiyan. Generals and teachers and war heroes usually would be interacting with their own peers in my experience. Thank you again, by the way, for how humble and kind you’ve been, sir.”
Setting himself into a wide squat, Nappa made his hands into fists and kept his arms bent at his sides. A white aura burst into flame around him, as he channeled as much energy as he could into his muscles, looking to open up with mostly physicals. “Whenever you’re ready, I am!” he announced, cheesing despite himself. Word Count: 491 Total Word Count: 2147
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