>>5390900After another few seconds of flight you finally come to the launching and landing zone for the Attack Pods. Coming to a stop in the air, you start looking around for someone to get a pod ready. After a few seconds you see a trio of what look like workers standing around and talking, so without a sound you descend right behind the strongest of the group as he's mid-conversation.
“-as telling him that he's not cut out for the front lines, not until he gets stronger.” the man is telling his friends, who's eyes all widen as you appear. But he doesn't notice their change in expressions, continuing his story. “And I swear to you, the little shit suddenly transformed into a Super Saiyan! Golden hair and everything! So I turned back to my woman, who'd gone silent at this point, and I asked her who'd she been sleeping behind my back with, General Karn?”
His friends, who both still clearly see you go pale as a sheet at this, trying to subtly signal for him to stop. But the 'leader' of this little group doesn't get it, clearly annoyed they didn't find his 'joke' funny.
“C'mon, you guys too? I thought that was a pretty good one.” he obliviously continues, one of his frineds finally working up the courage to speak. Well, at least he attempts to.
“R-R-Right b-behind.” he stammers, raising a shaking finger as he points directly to you. The man turns, coming face-to-face with you, and immediately leaps back in surprise.
“Shit fuck damn!!” he shouts, tripping over his own feet while crashing into his friends, sending all three of the weaklings crashing down to the ground. “What the hell? Trying to give me a damn heart attack?”
“I need a ship. Now.” you tell them, landing on the suspended metal walkway and crossing your arms. “Important, top secret mission. I have to head out immediately. Which pods are ready to depart right now?”
“T-T-This way.” the one who'd pointed at you before stammers, pointing towards what you see is an intersection. So you sigh out, walk over to and grab the largest of the three and set him back on his feet.
“C'mon, on your feet.” you say, lifting the two still on the ground to their feet as well. All three seem a bit embarrassed, but you don't have time for this.”Now. Which pods? Hurry up, I've got to leave right now.
“Y-Y-Yes ma'am. F-Follow me.” the one who has been stammering says, you realize that it might not be a nervous thing but an actual brain problem. Just like that one fan you met a couple months back.
