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Jinzi meanwhile is taking care of the kids with Chuan, getting them some food and water and checking them over for injuries and the like.
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Meagan's face went from puzzled, to realization, "Oh [unintelligible swear word], those [even worse uninteligable swear words] Nagadarr! They sold them! But how the freaking ...." suddenly realizing there were children nearby, "No, no way they could have made contact with the Junjo, no way they could have gotten them off planet. The council had the planet on lockdown." trying hard not to curse, "All this time ....."
Meagan was starting to lose it, "Excuse me." As she walked off to be alone.
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Ishtar frowned.
Out of the one-hundred colonists that were on this unnamed planet, only forty-three remained alive. Assuming those that were taken had not been drained of their energy to the point of death- as they all nearly had been- and what was the point of it all ? Greed ? A hatred aimed at Saiyans for dissolving their slaving agreement, and altering their perceived and preferred way of life ? Such a tired theme.
And one Ishtar would suffer no longer.
The golden-eyed Oni offered Enoki a sigh.
"I had reason enough to hunt them down, for what they had done to Sarada ... this merely adds to it."
Ishtar offered a small smile, as Sarada offered thanks before turning back to her aunt, Enoki; and should Sarada be paying attention she might catch the use of a new term, from the Oni as she offered two words of comfort.
"Always, Dearheart."
"I will assist in seeing this done," Ishtar commented softly as Sarada, and Enoki engaged in their back and forth. "If not for what was done to you, than for my own satisfaction for the harm they brought upon ones I love." Offering a glance at the young Saiyan then, the golden-eyed Oni slipped back into silence.The news of her Galaxy Patrol ship still being functional was music to her ears. "Perfect. Let's get everyone healed up and get out of here. We can drop you off at one of the colonies if you don't want to go back home."
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
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Sarada flinched ever so subtly when she heard the new name Ishtar had for her. First, 'Little Love', now, 'Dearheart'. It was like she was trying her damnedest to make it hard to not tell her the truth about how she felt. She knew Ishtar knew, but this was one of those things that needed to be verbalized. Sarada knew that once she did, there was no turning back from that point.
Hearing how much she cared for her made it so hard to not want to make that leap into the unknown with her, consequences and the future be damned.
Ishtar confirmed her desire to see the Junjo eradicated, and that brought a smile to Sarada's lips. Just the thought of her soft skin drenched in blood from head to toe, her supple bosom rising and falling with every heavy breath, a katchin blade covered in ichor and guts after disemboweling imp after imp got her incredibly hot and bothered."I will assist in seeing this done," Ishtar commented softly as Sarada, and Enoki engaged in their back and forth. "If not for what was done to you, than for my own satisfaction for the harm they brought upon ones I love." Offering a glance at the young Saiyan then, the golden-eyed Oni slipped back into silence.
Ugh. Focus.
"Then, we get to have some fun in the future, lo-- Ishtar." Whoa, she nearly slipped up there. Damn it, that was the second time she nearly said the L word to someone. The first time after fucking Avoca's brains out a few weeks before she left for Earth. At least she kept her wits about her in that regard when she mated with Jack those times.
"So you were a saiyan..." P-Sta noted, feeling a bit stupid that he hadn't noticed earlier. "That...makes a bit more sense."
He turned to Sarada. "Y'know when I first joined the Galaxy Police, the Saiyans were among the biggest terrors upon the universe...." he stated before remembering Sarada's comments about wiping the Junjo from existance. "...mostly. But, Enoki is a legend among the GP!" P-Stat stated, turning to Enoki with a salute.
"I assume such strength is in her bloodline!" He stated, giving Sarada a thumbs up. "But about that whole....eradicating all the hate Junjo thing..."
Jack walked towards the mass of energy, running lines over and over in his head.
Just got to bite the bullet and be honest, Jack thought repeating and reviewing the speech he had prepared in his head.
Look, Space Girl, I like you and you like me, but not in the same way. I'm not willing to share, and I can't wait forever....so this... whatever it is between us. It's gotta e-
Jack sniffed.
Something was burning.
He ran until he caught sight of the devestation.
"Aw, Hell."
"It is the least I can do."
It saddens him how true that is. He cannot bring back the dead.
Not yet.
"At the very least, it is clear their operations must be stopped," Slak says, crossing his arms. "Or else good people will continue to suffer."
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"The Junjo are making it really hard to contemplate not wiping them out," Charco muttered, surveying the area. He had spent a good deal of time digging through the wreckage to find his things and while he was successful, his communicator had not gone through the crash without injury, as the screen now sported a crack across it. Like a kid picking at a scab, he kept pulling it out to inspect the item, idly running a finger over the crack.
She turned to him, a look of anger, confusion, helplessness ...her fists clenched her eyes moist from tears not yet released. With a shaky voice, "Have you....have you ever been so angry at someone, at many who are just monster that you want to see their blood flow like rivers and tear them apart as they scream....have you? My whole life I've been angry, but now...." her whole body was now trembling as she spoke. Her voice slightly, "I hate being angry." then went softer, "I hate being angry."
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