Lord Zanicus
Insatiable Warlord
ZARYTTO
With no room for physical training within the space of his ship, all he could do was meditate. However, before he could get anywhere with it, he felt the transportation he's in came to a halt. Unfolding his arms, Zarytto looked up, staring at the ceiling of his cockpit as if trying to see what was up there. Have his distress call been answered? If so, was it safe to assume the party that'd come for him was friendly?
No!
Best not jump to conclusion. His signal could've been picked up by anybody or anything that have been wandering these part of the universe. Scavengers! Or savagers even! The only excuse for not blasting the ship right out of existence was probably so they could sell the cluster of junk at a better price. And for the occupant within? Probably ended up sharing the same fate, sold to serve some prestigious lord as a servant.
They could try!
So when the ship finally settled, Zarytto hammered his fist down on a button and open the ship's canopy. He stood with legs shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent and arms by his side with both fists clenched. He glared at his surroundings. A fierce expression with a pair of piercing hazel brown eyes, surveyed the area. Odd, the interior of the ship he's now in shared the same technology his race have.
The young Saiyan then leapt off from his ship. He'd straightened to full height but his hands were still curled into a ball. It was obvious that he was ready for a surprise attack. Ready for a fight.
“I demand an audience with your Commander! Show yourself and bring me to him!” oblivious of the situation as well as to the power levels of his saviours, he was clueless to the consequences his poor choice of word might cost him. “Hurry up! I don't have time to waste!” Zarytto continued barking.
Every moment lost distanced him further from an opportunity to better himself. He wanted to get himself back on track. He wanted to catch up with the rest of his assigned raiding unit.
With no room for physical training within the space of his ship, all he could do was meditate. However, before he could get anywhere with it, he felt the transportation he's in came to a halt. Unfolding his arms, Zarytto looked up, staring at the ceiling of his cockpit as if trying to see what was up there. Have his distress call been answered? If so, was it safe to assume the party that'd come for him was friendly?
No!
Best not jump to conclusion. His signal could've been picked up by anybody or anything that have been wandering these part of the universe. Scavengers! Or savagers even! The only excuse for not blasting the ship right out of existence was probably so they could sell the cluster of junk at a better price. And for the occupant within? Probably ended up sharing the same fate, sold to serve some prestigious lord as a servant.
They could try!
So when the ship finally settled, Zarytto hammered his fist down on a button and open the ship's canopy. He stood with legs shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent and arms by his side with both fists clenched. He glared at his surroundings. A fierce expression with a pair of piercing hazel brown eyes, surveyed the area. Odd, the interior of the ship he's now in shared the same technology his race have.
The young Saiyan then leapt off from his ship. He'd straightened to full height but his hands were still curled into a ball. It was obvious that he was ready for a surprise attack. Ready for a fight.
“I demand an audience with your Commander! Show yourself and bring me to him!” oblivious of the situation as well as to the power levels of his saviours, he was clueless to the consequences his poor choice of word might cost him. “Hurry up! I don't have time to waste!” Zarytto continued barking.
Every moment lost distanced him further from an opportunity to better himself. He wanted to get himself back on track. He wanted to catch up with the rest of his assigned raiding unit.