A Call to Arms

[Lia]

Finding the plethora of Militia vessels that were boarding and waiting to depart wasn’t exactly a difficult feat; all the Android had to do was follow the swarm of citizens heading for the station. Considering the situation - the militia were clearly recruiting as part of a last ditch attempt to survive the invasion, - people seemed rather keen to enrol themselves in the war effort and throw themselves into the fray. Lia’s dark gaze scanned the crowd, silently sizing up each of the individuals, trying to assess whether or not they’d ever had to wield a weapon before. Most of them seemed to be your average guy, although she hadn’t really been expecting to see any trained warriors spring out of the woodwork. After all, this was Earth. Wars weren’t as much of an issue now as they used to be; and when they were fought, technology played a much heavier role. (Well, that’s what she had been lead to believe, in any case.)

Running a hand through her unkempt tresses, Lia found her attention drawn towards a familiar figure; Garbanz. He was a very strange Saiyan, to say the least, and he seemed to believe he was indebted to her in some way or another. While the Android didn’t fully understand his reasoning, she wasn’t one to miss an opportunity. If the Saiyan was so willing to serve her, why shouldn’t she indulge his request? Sure, he was a little inept and prone to being more of a hindrance than help… but maybe that would improve. Maybe. Some part of Lia prayed it would pay off eventually.

“Having fun?” Lia began, addressing him in her usual melodic tones. They seemed a little out of place given the intonation of her voice - it seemed slightly more acidic than it would be if she was dealing with a potential contractor, - but nobody had ever bothered to question it. Least of all Garbanz. Lia instantly regretted drawing the Saiyan’s attention to herself, as he instantly began jabbering at her. She did what she could to block him out, interjecting as necessary, before boarding the ship.

Lia was quick to make herself comfortable upon the Militia vessel. It wasn’t the most welcoming of environments - there seemed to be an air of dread hanging in the air, - but the female seemed more than capable of blocking that out. It was only when her companion got overexcited that she realized she would have to get up and deal with the situation. She wasn’t entirely sure what had occurred - then again, with Garbanz, the littlest things set him off, - but she knew she had to deal with it before it got out of hand. She snarled a warning at him; “What now?” It was more than enough to calm the Saiyan, and he quickly lost whatever false confidence he had found.

Shooting Garbanz another warning stare, Lia slowly returned to her seat. Her stride was purposeful, her face painted with irritation. It was at times like these that she had to question her own judgement… Was his help really worth all this hassle? Her gaze swept over him as she weighed up the chances of him having another outburst before the ship landed. The probability seemed rather high, and the Android was unwilling to take more chances than were absolutely necessary, so she reluctantly pulled herself from the seat, gliding towards the Saiyan.

As she reached Garbanz, she drew one of her long swords. At this point, a few of the other passengers turned their heads curiously - Lia could see some semblance of fear in their gaze, although they mostly seemed to relax when they realized her anger was being channelled at one person in particular. Pointing the tip of her sword at the Saiyan’s neck, Lia’s gaze was cold as her eyes bored into his.

A hiss came from the female‘s pursed lips. “My patience with you is wearing thin. Bite your tongue, lest I remove it altogether,” she spat. Strangely, once her warning had been issued, her entire face seemed to relax. She calmly sheathed her sword again and returned to her seat, much to the surprise of the passengers who had been watching the events unfold. “… Saiyans,” she murmured irritably.