A R K O S
• City of Klinas, Planet Baslora •
Age 762 (Date Unknown)
@RaddumAs the group came upon the power source, as indicated by the scouter, a city would come into view. Arkos slowed his pace. He didn't want to risk setting off any possible traps as they neared their destination. He paid little attention to the squabbling of the rest of the group, though he was sure to watch his back. He was sure Abbyl wouldn't make a move given her own cowardice and her lack of combative skill. Namog on the other hand would be as daring. Power meant nothing in the wake of a sneak attack. Especially, if you lowered your guard. Still, what he did hear irritated him. Abbyl's comments were as disrespectful to him as he was sure they were to Beryl. Still, Quamku's interjection was well placed. Of the four he held as much of Arkos's trust as Beryl.
As he continued closer some of the inhabitants of the city came into view. It was relatively well made structurally speaking. It was most certainly not the most advanced of races, but it wasn't underdeveloped either.
"Hmmmm," Arkos hummed in thought as he came to a halt. Given the sheer amount of individuals in the area, it was a wonder how the scouter reading was so low. Even if every individual had a power lever below 10, the scouter reading was too low.
"It seems the inhabitants of this world may be able to conceal their power level. I don't know how many and to what extent, but be careful." He warned the group.
"Bahahaha, what are you scared?" Namog belted out a hearty laugh only to be met with a stern glare.
"Don't mistake my caution for fear. Only a fool underestimates a potential enemy," Arkos replied as he began to descend into the city. Namog clearly didn't enjoy that.
"He isn't wrong," Quamku chimed in as he followed Arkos.
"Fools may not get sick, but they are often the first to die in battle." He chuckled, rubbing salt in the wound of his comrade, though he was most clearly joking.
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As Arkos's feet touched the ground he noted the lack of shock on the faces of many of the people traversing the city streets. Beyond that, he noticed the lack of a singular race. The crowds were as diverse of the squad itself, though none mirrors races he currently knew to be part of the Frieza races. Given the lack of reaction to their uniforms and armor, nor their insignia they wore so "proudly," they were not familiar with the Galactic Frieza Army. They likely weren't refugees either. There were shops of all kinds scattered about; food, weaponry, armor. The structures were fairly new based on the lack of wear in the materials which would generally be present even in the most well maintained metals and concrete, though it was mostly metal in the case of this city.
Above the buildings where various signs indicating what the shops were for. They advertised the prime commodities, sales on foods, the most popular restaurants, and most notably, the supposed leader of the people. Based on the signs, the man was was no tyrant. The people were not sullen, nor did they seem depressed under his rule. In fact, they seemed vibrant and as though they were prospering.
"Do not threaten anybody. Make no move to attack." He spoke, primarily to Namog, as he stopped at what seemed to be a stand selling news. The stand was run by a fairly old woman, sitting on a very comfortable looking chair behind the counter. He approached calmly and smiled even to show no malice, his expression softening a bit. He spoke to her calmly for a few moments. She seemed to understand, though barely. She spoke softly, but in a quick pace. The scouter worked quickly to translate her speech as Arkos managed to assure her it would.
"This is boring." Abbyl commented under her breath.
After a few more moments he placed a small sum of money on the counter top and picked up what seemed to be a newspaper. He nodded and turned to the group.
"We'll gather supplies for now and return to the pods. Maintain radio silence, set your scouters and rendezvous at the pods in two hours.""This is idiotic. We are the Galactic--""Namog. 2 hours. Rendezvous. You are not an individual. You are part of a group. Your actions do not only effect you." Namog clearly didn't like Arkos's decision. Still, he was hoping there wouldn't be trouble later. At least not yet, and not until they were ready. Quamku simply nodded and turned to leave without protest. Abbyl huffed, but didn't say much else as she left herself. And so as each of the three went their own way he turn his head to focus on Beryl. The scouter noted each radio signal cutting after a moment.
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