[center][h1][color=red][u]A R K O S[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] • Planet Baslora • 
[sub][b]Age 762 (Date Unknown)[/b]
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Arkos had taken his time in surveying the areas and trying to scan for any other forms of life. The scouter's range was fairly large, so he know it was likely that the species of this planet were either huddled altogether in a single spot or nomadic. A nomad's life was a simple life. One free of the bonds of servitude. At least in his mind. "Can't you three ever make a decision without a fight?" He finally asked as Beryl exited her pod, the final of his four teammates. He'd expected this outcome. They trio hardly ever listened to Beryl without his input. The two men were rather prideful, though in Arkos's humble opinion, they had no reason to be. And the woman hated that her opinion was generally overshadowed by Beryl's. 

Still, though the Saiyan knew that the mission would be much easier were they to simply rampage, he wasn't about to waste what little this planet could have to offer. [color=red]"We'll head for the reading indicated and check them out. If we are given a reason, we'll destroy them. Otherwise..."[/color]

[color=violet]"Figures."[/color] The woman, [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/986e/i/2011/159/5/c/dbz_oc_mahiru_by_kage_jaganshi-d3iepcl.jpg]Abbyl[/url], scoffed at the decision. 

[color=red]"Is there a problem?"[/color] Arkos questioned her with a stern look. She kept quiet, though he could tell she had a lot she wanted to say. He didn't understand why though. It was a petty matter. After all, it was still technically what she wanted. 

[color=yellow]"Oh come on! What the hell are these weaklings gonna be good for?"[/color] The rather large alien, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4a/b0/9e/4ab09e2c61bb6118528c8fa87c472f7b--venom-fat.jpg]Namog[/url] laughed. [color=yellow]"We know what Lord Frieza wants. He'd tell us to destroy this planet and head back as soon as possible."[/color] 
[color=green]"That's not a very smart mindset to have."[/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4a/da/79/4ada7909e55104d7361b45e0af1a51dc--dragon-ball-z.jpg]Quamku[/url] said almost immediately.
[color=violet]"Heh... nobody ever accused Nagom of being smart."[/color]
[color=yellow]"Why you lit--"[/color]

[color=red]"That's enough you three."[/color] Arkos spoke again. He was patient, but Beryl was not and he could already see she was annoyed. He'd rather not have more trouble on this mission than it was currently worth. [color=red]"Namog, don't try to act as if there's only one way to handle things. And do not speak for Lord Frieza. You know as well as I he has built his empire on an ever growing mass of servants and resources. It wouldn't make sense not to gather intelligence and see what, if anything, this planet may have to offer."[/color] It was true. After all, even after only stepping out of the pods, the group was met with plains covered in grass. The planet was brimming with life beyond what they could pick up on their scouters. 

After the brief scolding things were quiet. Arkos sighed and shook his head, slowly floating into the air. "Watch each other's backs. We still don't know enough about the world," he sfinally said before taking off in the direction the scouter had given them, heading for the power signatures of the people. The others would likely follow, so he wasn't worried.