[center][h1][color=cyan][u]B E R Y L[/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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Beryl stayed quiet, allowing Arkos to speak to the others. The Saiyan took control of the situation and mostly settled things down, though the hostility was easy to feel among them still. With so many differing views in Frieza's Forces it was easy for them to get at each-other's throats like this: Once a fight started, the five of them worked fine. But there was always issues beforehand, if they didn't want to just plain eradicate a planet without any observation. 

[color=cyan]"Wise words as always."[/color] She complimented, watching as Arkos took the front and started following the energy they picked up on their scouters. She floated into the air with the others, overhearing grumbling that didn't make her feel assured about the situation.

[color=yellow]"Damn lousy Saiyan, thinkin' he's the boss..."[/color] Namog complained as he followed after Arkos, Beryl blinking at his tone. Clearly Namog didn't understand that Arkos had a higher power level than most of them by at least a few thousand. If Namog tried to fight Arkos, he'd be the one who died in the end. Beryl knew this for a fact.

Flying along with Abbyl and Quamku to catch up, she ended up flying a bit closer to Abbyl than what would be preferred. The two women didn't really have huge fights, but Abbyl tended to have a jealous approach whenever they conversed. 

[color=violet]"Do you enjoy playing as his lapdog?"[/color] Abbyl questioned, the toxicity obvious.

[color=cyan]"I'm a lapdog for agreeing with the only reasonable person here?"[/color] Beryl responded, glaring at her supposed 'comrade'. Arkos made things easier; She'd gladly follow his word over anyone else's as he got things done without making it a pain or dangerous to report in. The last thing she wanted to do was destroy a precious resource and get tortured to death for it. Thankfully Namog was enough of an idiot that she could possibly push it all onto him.

[color=violet]"You're a lapdog because you must be doing [b]something[/b] to earn his consideration of your words."[/color] Abbyl snapped back, the implications not exactly something Beryl liked.

Beryl rolled her eyes, looking away. [color=cyan]"It's called being reliable and open-minded about our work. You should try it instead of trying to push your absolutes on others."[/color] Beryl replied somewhat coldly, leading to Abbyl giving her a look of disgust before speeding up, to catch up with Namog.

[color=green]"Ah, the conflicts of women..."[/color] Quamku commented, amused.

Beryl sighed. [color=cyan]"Don't you start, too!"[/color] She requested, a small laugh coming from her comrade. This was annoying, and somewhat embarrassing now that Quamku was making a joke out of it. Finally, the woman managed to start keeping a lookout for potential threats: Nothing was coming up on the scouter from around them, so things seemed fine so far. Hopefully for their sake it stayed that way, though knowing the rotten luck they had it was only a matter of time before something happened.

She kept an eye on the rear along with Quamku, to assure nothing caught the group off guard. She was also trying to focus ahead on Arkos, though; As she couldn't trust Abbyl and Namog to be keeping a firm lookout with how pissy they were being.