Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[Tami]

A raised eyebrow and a glance at Ochazuke and Sarada signal Zaofan's curiosity before he steps aside to follow Etrina's command. "I might as well go with you. We found a wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious."

Looking around, examining the goods, vendors, and crowds from the vessel before separating from the group, he asks, "...I wonder what food here is like. Maybe this black market has an intergalactic farmer's market."

"A place like this? They probably have Farmers on the Market, they nearly had a chef, so stay focused." Meagan moved towards the crowd, resisting the urge to go invisible.

[KingofPie]

The ship takes off with all aboard (save Jinzi and the children), and P-sta follows the cooordinates Adam salvaged from the Junjo ship.

The old GP Cutlass ship will take about an hour to reach the coordinates.

———————

An hour passes, a little cramped, and the planet comes into focus.

Or, more accurately, the remains. Little more than a massive debris and asteroid field, the Junjo slavers have a mined out base in the biggest asteroid. Breathable air inside, livable habitat, but hidden against nearly all scans.

The GP ship, using codes Adam filched from the Jungo computers before the pod was sent to crash, they manage to sneak in and land inside without alerting anyone suspicious. In fact, they pass themselves off as buyers for the next sale going down in one hour.

Where they land inside the asteroid is littered with dozens of ships, each marking a buyer, and from many different races.

Before hand P-sta and Adam did send out a hidden request to any GP Officer for help, but no reply came in.

"Odd that we received no reply..." P-Sta muttered. "Bad signal, perhaps?" He asked humself, mainly, standing up to survey theur surroundings. "A bastion of scum..." he pinched his hand into an open fist.

Not just the Junjo. Every sick alien willing to trade living sentient beings as if they were an inanimate objects. "Thus place...makes my stomachs lurch..."

Ochazuke surveyed the marketplace, casting his view over this corner of the galactic black-market in this corner of deviant space. The abducted races for chattel would soon be put on display for the highest bidder, and he could not help but wonder what lengths had transpired to leave the Junjo open for such a thing.

Such a broad untamed frontier. Who knows what hell is wrought in the dark unseen spaces like this one?

An expanse that stretched out beyond sight and reckoning, and this maleficent cranny is where they had fallen to. Pulled from Earth and cast out to rescue the hostages from a proud warrior race, it was a fight he still had little stake in. Yet the knowledge that these slavers had of Earth was a forboding thing indeed. The question, then, was what their small band could do from here?



"Given the eclectic mix of spacefaring races out there and the common shape many hold in common, I doubt that will be a problem."

The limited acquaintance he had with the peoples outside of earth that Ochazuke had given him some confidence in this presupposition; seeing those with four limbs barter with those with radial symmetry and without faces was a small comfort.

"We would all be hiding in plain sight," he said, "perhaps with the exception of this law-enforcement vessel, P-Sta, Sarada and Enoki. I'd wager the Patrol and the Saiyans have quite the reputation."

"Never fret, human!" P-Sta exclaimed. "I've engaged in a plethora of successful stealth missions, without a single hitch!"

Plethora meaning three in this instance.

[Yun Lao]

"Well... ****..."

Usually, he wasn't exactly the most subtle of people, but he understood the need for subterfuge. He would need to tap into his hunter's mindset to keep himself from alerting the prey; a mindframe he often used at school to keep himself in order to avoid hurting those far weaker than he.

He gave a long sigh, "All right, I think I'm ready," And with that said, he followed the others.

[Tami]

"A place like this? They probably have Farmers on the Market, they nearly had a chef, so stay focused." Meagan moved towards the crowd, resisting the urge to go invisible.

As she slowly followed the crowd, she kept all of her senses on alert, looking for anything that stood out or that might pose a threat.

[rhyvurg]

The ship takes off with all aboard (save Jinzi and the children), and P-sta follows the cooordinates Adam salvaged from the Junjo ship.

The old GP Cutlass ship will take about an hour to reach the coordinates.

———————

An hour passes, a little cramped, and the planet comes into focus.

Or, more accurately, the remains. Little more than a massive debris and asteroid field, the Junjo slavers have a mined out base in the biggest asteroid. Breathable air inside, livable habitat, but hidden against nearly all scans.

The GP ship, using codes Adam filched from the Jungo computers before the pod was sent to crash, they manage to sneak in and land inside without alerting anyone suspicious. In fact, they pass themselves off as buyers for the next sale going down in one hour.

Where they land inside the asteroid is littered with dozens of ships, each marking a buyer, and from many different races.

Before hand P-sta and Adam did send out a hidden request to any GP Officer for help, but no reply came in.

"Exercise caution, enemy capabilities are unknown."

Before they exit the ship, Meagan cautions them, "If you can, try to find a way to look inconspicuous. Don't draw attention to yourselves. Until we know more about what is going on, we best not go in guns blazing. Innocents might get hurt. If we are recognized, then that could be a problem as well." She then pulled her hood over her head, and her cloak expanded in size to cover nearly her whole body.

"Adam, I think you'd make for a good disguise for someone if they needed it."

"Perhaps, but I have other plans." The fluidic android seeps into the floor, moving between the gaps on a cellular level, until it finds the ventilation system. It passes through like a silver serpent, extending eyes through every hole, exploring and recording to find the most efficient way to eliminate the inhabitants of the station.

[Ptrvc]

"Ah man, I hate places like this. Wretched hives of scum and villainy. And the dirty kind of scum and wrong kind of villainy at that."

He shrugged, "Get to hunting I suppose."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The interior lighting was surprisingly good, and the group gets a wide and clear look at the other buyers (no sign of any of the missing Saiyans or any other slave).

Among the buyer races are renegade Saiyans, a few humans, Tuffles, Ankoku-seijin, Beenz, Frost Demons, a few actual demons, one Oni, a few robots, one of the Bibidi (Babidi’s race), and a few more.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The Oni, older and grizzled, sees Ishtar and sneers at her.

She recognizes him. His name is Marduk, a formerly fairly high ranking guard from Otherworld. He went rogue years ago, disappearing after slaying two other Oni.

[Tami]

The interior lighting was surprisingly good, and the group gets a wide and clear look at the other buyers (no sign of any of the missing Saiyans or any other slave).

Among the buyer races are renegade Saiyans, a few humans, Tuffles, Ankoku-seijin, Beenz, Frost Demons, a few actual demons, one Oni, a few robots, one of the Bibidi (Babidi’s race), and a few more.

As she casually looked around a sudden realization struck her, "We're in over our heads and have no idea what we are even doing here." Working in trying to keep a low profile, suppressing her Ki and using her training to blend in, she still manged to survey those around her, many of the species she recognized but not all. Of those she recognized, some would give her Mentor a good fight.

Pausing in her movements, she took a moment to uses her sense to pinpoint the locations of her team members. Some she saw nearby, others were harder to locate. The fact that she couldn't find Adam actually made her feel better. Hes' their ace-in-a-hole, a term she may have picked up from Jack, though she's not sure.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Exercise caution, enemy capabilities are unknown."



"Perhaps, but I have other plans." The fluidic android seeps into the floor, moving between the gaps on a cellular level, until it finds the ventilation system. It passes through like a silver serpent, extending eyes through every hole, exploring and recording to find the most efficient way to eliminate the inhabitants of the station.

Most efficient would be to expose the asteroid to vacuum, killing well over 90% of the slavers here. It would kill almost all the victims and his allies however.

Adam does find the slave pins deep under where they landed. About three to four hundred of various races. He sees the Saiyans, a few Namekians, some humans, at least two GP officers who had been taken, and over two hundred Chromaki.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The interior lighting was surprisingly good, and the group gets a wide and clear look at the other buyers (no sign of any of the missing Saiyans or any other slave).

Among the buyer races are renegade Saiyans, a few humans, Tuffles, Ankoku-seijin, Beenz, Frost Demons, a few actual demons, one Oni, a few robots, one of the Bibidi (Babidi’s race), and a few more.

There were so many scumbag bastards present, all of them there to purchase another living person for indentured servitude. Sarada had to keep from turning her nose up at them, and instead maintained the apathetic scowl she had been wearing since arriving.

Pieces of ****. I can't wait to kill all these fuckers.

Robots, an Oni who looked like he knew Ishtar, a few Tuffles – who Sarada was certain had been wiped out before Turrip was built on their corpses – and even a few renegade Saiyans.

She paid special attention to the Saiyans to see if she recognized any of them.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

There were so many scumbag bastards present, all of them there to purchase another living person for indentured servitude. Sarada had to keep from turning her nose up at them, and instead maintained the apathetic scowl she had been wearing since arriving.

Pieces of ****. I can't wait to kill all these fuckers.

Robots, an Oni who looked like he knew Ishtar, a few Tuffles – who Sarada was certain had been wiped out before Turrip was built on their corpses – and even a few renegade Saiyans.

She paid special attention to the Saiyans to see if she recognized any of them.

The three seem to be together, the ones on either end, aren’t familiar. The middle one Sarada only knows by reputation. A space pirate named Borgos, infamous amongst Saiyans for his brutality and crimes.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

*snip*

The three seem to be together, the ones on either end, aren’t familiar. The middle one Sarada only knows by reputation. A space pirate named Borgos, infamous amongst Saiyans for his brutality and crimes.

The renegade Saiyans were three in number, two men and one woman. The two on the end didn't register with Sarada, but unless she was mistaken, the one in the middle was Borgos. He was a legend, a Saiyan known to be brutal even compared to other Saiyans. That legend would have been praised and sung through the Saiyan Empire, if not for the fact that he was a condemned pirate after Mato stripped the legality of the activities away years ago.

She checked the power levels of Borgos and his companions. If a fight broke out -- and with this group, that was almost a certainty -- those three were likely to be the biggest threats to the slaves being freed.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The renegade Saiyans were three in number, two men and one woman. The two on the end didn't register with Sarada, but unless she was mistaken, the one in the middle was Borgos. He was a legend, a Saiyan known to be brutal even compared to other Saiyans. That legend would have been praised and sung through the Saiyan Empire, if not for the fact that he was a condemned pirate after Mato stripped the legality of the activities away years ago.

She checked the power levels of Borgos and his companions. If a fight broke out -- and with this group, that was almost a certainty -- those three were likely to be the biggest threats to the slaves being freed.

Borgos is sitting at 8000, his companions both at 6,500.

[KingofPie]

The interior lighting was surprisingly good, and the group gets a wide and clear look at the other buyers (no sign of any of the missing Saiyans or any other slave).

Among the buyer races are renegade Saiyans, a few humans, Tuffles, Ankoku-seijin, Beenz, Frost Demons, a few actual demons, one Oni, a few robots, one of the Bibidi (Babidi’s race), and a few more.

P-Sta quickly checks his data pad, flipping through page after page of the galaxy's most wanted, hoping to identify some of the dastardly villains present here.