05-29-2007, 05:38 AM
This tracking device was a truly magnificent thing indeed. Bardock managed to successfully circumvent any players in his path, making sure to note each and every location and attempting to analyze their possible movements. He got a chuckle when a few of the red blips clashed. However, some of the larger groups worried him. It would be too much to hope that they would all kill each other in the end.
As much as he had been adamant against moving in groups, they provided a little security until some of the stronger allied players were taken out. He growled low in his throat. It was time to change tactics, if only temporarily. He didn?t need much convincing.
?No blind trust,? he whispered to the winds. ?Get in, get what you need, get out.?
Now for the hard part: who was willing to take him in?
He glanced at the GPS. A bunch of blips were convening towards the same spot. Now was as good a time as ever. The saiya-jin put some hustle in the muscle and approached a large ridge. He skidded to a stop and leered over the edge. Three warriors were approaching, as the machine had told him. Bardock couldn?t help but smirk. He knew every single one of them. The fighter silently exhaled, stowing his GPS in his bag.
Now or never.
With a mighty leap, he jumped into the air, did a quick aerial flip for show, and landed in crouch before the wandering trio. Slowly, he stood to his full height, showing his face.
?Hello,? he said bluntly, cocking his head. He nodded to Bra, and pointedly removed his sunglasses. ?Nice to see you again,? he continued slowly, his good eye roving around the group.
Prince Vegeta, wounded. Reijin, a proud saiyan, no doubt the head of the party.
?What are you doing here?? one of them asked.
?I need a friend, and you need what I have to offer,? he answered, smiling cryptically. A hand grazed the trigger of his holstered pistol. ?Unless you want to give it a go. Either way.?
As much as he had been adamant against moving in groups, they provided a little security until some of the stronger allied players were taken out. He growled low in his throat. It was time to change tactics, if only temporarily. He didn?t need much convincing.
?No blind trust,? he whispered to the winds. ?Get in, get what you need, get out.?
Now for the hard part: who was willing to take him in?
He glanced at the GPS. A bunch of blips were convening towards the same spot. Now was as good a time as ever. The saiya-jin put some hustle in the muscle and approached a large ridge. He skidded to a stop and leered over the edge. Three warriors were approaching, as the machine had told him. Bardock couldn?t help but smirk. He knew every single one of them. The fighter silently exhaled, stowing his GPS in his bag.
Now or never.
With a mighty leap, he jumped into the air, did a quick aerial flip for show, and landed in crouch before the wandering trio. Slowly, he stood to his full height, showing his face.
?Hello,? he said bluntly, cocking his head. He nodded to Bra, and pointedly removed his sunglasses. ?Nice to see you again,? he continued slowly, his good eye roving around the group.
Prince Vegeta, wounded. Reijin, a proud saiyan, no doubt the head of the party.
?What are you doing here?? one of them asked.
?I need a friend, and you need what I have to offer,? he answered, smiling cryptically. A hand grazed the trigger of his holstered pistol. ?Unless you want to give it a go. Either way.?
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