middleofsomewhere | Day 7: Screw your courage to the sticking place: Start

For those who have been on the train a little while they will be expecting this, the beginning of a new month, after certain passengers have strange dreams. Early in the morning of day seven of the month of Egret their SCA's glow the colour of the void and a holographic message appears. Their next mission. Another world to save.

Preperation

Those that go to the dressing room will find flight suits and helmets, one per passenger. Those who are not human shaped will find ones adapted for them, some of them quite odd. The flight suits are tight fitting and light, but once they put them on they will feel quite warm. Each is the colour of the Voidtreckers team and have a black train symbol on the chest, the helmets have clear fronts and coloured backs.

They have an hour or so to prepare for their mission. Time to make sure everyone understands what a space ship is, at least. Hopefully.

Arrival

"We are now approaching System #7212108." Finally it is time. "Warning: Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A jolt, a flash of light and suddenly the colours are gone, out of the windows they will see they are in a large hanger.

And outside of the train there are five scaled humanoids with guns pointing directly at the train. Those that try the doors find they do not open.

"What void transport is this?" One of the creatures demands. "We didn't request void help, explain yourselves."

Another speaks. From where they are stood near the engine. "Voidtrecker Express."

Even though the voidtreckers are unfamiliar with these people the surprise is clear in the creatures eyes.

"Stand down." They snap at the others, who lower their weapons and step back.

The commander looks worried. "Give them anything they need." They turn to hurry out of the hanger.

The doors open, allowing the Voidtreckers off the train.

One of the remaining guards steps forwards.

"I am Hitrinto, I apologise, we were not expecting you." They look worried as well. "We have everything under control but if you are here..."

At that moment there is a clatter of noise over the radio.

"There are reports coming in of a second wormhole in the system." A second voice spoke almost immediately. "Shield Station Two has been hit. I repeat Shield Station two is taking heavy fire." A third soon after. "More enemies ships sighted, reports of a second wormhole confirmed."

Hitrinto looked at the Voidtreckers grimly. "Come with me."

If the Voidtreckers indeed follow them they will find an array of ships. Hitrinto quickly explains the basics, two person ships are easier to pilot. The controls can be shared or can be set so one person drives whilst the other concentrates on fighting. They have solo ships but they are difficult to pilot and they will only give them to those who have ship fighting experience.

Another guard hands out blasters and will give quick lessons to anyone who is unsure on how they work. For all that they were surprised they guards seem to accept the presence of the Voidtreckers and work quickly to get them armed and ready for battle. Choose ships, have a quick practice of weapons and get ready to go!

Onward!

Blue team are already where they need to be, they can begin to explore the station, get the lay of the land and figure out a plan of helping guard this place.

Everyone else is off, purple and red are off to the second wormhole, orange to the shield station that needs help! Board your ships and set off to help!

(OOC: Team posts detailing the next part of each mission will go up on the 15th March)

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Eva blinks up at the Namekian before grinning with a bob of her head. "We are. Furīzā are one of the gods of my world; birds of prey and I had the fortune to allowed to touch one. I can show you a picture of them if you like?"

Well, a full-grown one and not the juvenile that'd sat tamely on Lorelei's arm.

Piccolo considered her words for a moment. It sounded like their assumption was correct that they were most definitely from differing universes. Which was honestly a relief.

He nodded. "Yeah, sure."

He sounded casual, indifferent. But really he wanted to confirm for certain what she was talking about wasn't anything he knew.

In no time flat, her her 'dex is pulled out from its spot in her bag and is showing a holographic image of an articuno that cycles through a flight animation. "They can grow up to 6 foot tall, but most will average a bit taller than me when standing, and they look so much better in ice and snow."

It is a big bird.

Piccolo was instantly relieved by the image of a bird popping up from the device she used to show him Furiza. There was nothing similar to it and the would-be Emperor of the Universe other than a name it would seem.

"So about the size of a pteranodon," Piccolo commented idly after she explained how big they got. "Better than the monster I think of when I hear the name 'Frieza'. He's a nasty piece of work."

"I don't know what that is, but sure."

She cocks her head then frowns. "On a scale of one to ten, how nasty are we talking. I... Arkeans have a very high bar of horrible to clear."

And she can only think of a handful of people outside a few Traitor Doctors who've cleared the bar.

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"It's a large flying creature. Scaled, no feathers. They're an old species, like dinosaurs."

Piccolo took a deep breath before he answered her question. "I'd give him a straight ten. He became the Emperor of the Universe by force, ravaging planet after planet in his conquest for more. He's killed thousands with his armies and even more with his own hand. He has no remorse and despite dying and going to hell, when revived he made no effort to hide the fact that he will continue his evil ways. His ki isn't just tainted, he is the very epitome of evil."

His fist clenched some time during that little spiel and only after he was done did it relax as he forced himself to calm.

"Ah! Sorta like a p'tera? Awesome!" Never mind she has no idea what a dinosaur is, either.

But the grin fades as she listens, eyes darkening as she straightens just a bit. "He sounds.."

Horrific. Awful. Like a cult leader allowed to do what he wills, rather than being struck down.

He sounds like someone who should meet her mewtwo. "He sounds like someone I'd happily allow Fluffy to have her way with."

It's in her eyes, in her voice, in her soul: she's deadly serious.

Well, it sounded close enough to a dinosaur name that he just went with it and nodded. Maybe it was a culture thing; maybe it was just that universe's version of a flying dinosaur. Who knew.

"I have no idea who or what 'Fluffy' is but if it's something that would tear him a new hole, can't say I blame you. Personally, I send the saiyans after him. They're the only ones that can knock him down."

And boy does Piccolo hate to admit that but even his strength just wasn't enough to take down that monster. Not that he wouldn't not fight Frieza if the world depended on it. He would throw his life away to save anyone he could.

There's a few furtive looks around before Eva pulls up Fluffy's picture.

"She's... rare, and depending on who you ask, her species is the most powerful pokemon on Arkea."

She could easy say so much more, but she doesn't. It's easier if people know as little as possible.

Also, because there's a can of worms that really doesn't need to be opened on the train. Ever.

Piccolo wouldn't know the difference if she didn't tell him. To him, these images were just of animals native to her world. Like the little fluffy one she brought with her. They definitely seemed to have some unique species where she was from.

"Interesting. So you collect these different species?" Little did he know or understand what he was opening with that one. But in his mind she was like a zookeeper or specialist or something along those lines.

"I'm no collector who stuffs them into tiny display cages or holds them forever in a pokeball without thought to the welfare of what they own," Eva says, brown eyes awash with fury before the emotion's banked. He's not from Arkea, doesn't understand the magnitude of what he implied. "I'm a trainer, a professional one. It means I catch, raise, train, and care for the creatures I own regardless of why I own them."

Piccolo blinked rapidly in surprise. He hadn't realized he'd touched a sore spot with his last question. It wasn't uncommon for humans to do such things back in his universe. Not that he understood half of what humans did but it didn't bother him either.

He shifted slightly and rolled his shoulders in a small shrug. "I see. So your a specialist that sort of thing."

"Well, just a bit. I do battle them, but I'm like every other trainer out there." Eva says with a shrug, nevermind she's become arguably the single most powerful trainer of her generation thanks to her love of the battle.

Not that one would know it just looking at her. "I do it because I love the sport."

Piccolo nodded at that last statement. That he could relate to. At some point he had realized that he didn't want to fight to control anyone or rule over a planet--he just enjoyed the exhilaration of the fight and pitting his own skill against a capable opponent. That was all that mattered.

Of course, a lot of time there ended up trouble and he and his friends took care of it through fighting strong enemies. But that was another story.

"I can understand that. That's how I feel as a martial artist."

"Gods, I hope Shiba-san ends up here. You'd like him: he's also a martial artist."

Never mind Bruno would probably arrive with one of his more humanoidish fighting-type pokemon. Nope. "But we'll have to survive the mission first."

Survive. It's like a dirty word and she hates it right now, even if it's true.

Day 7: Screw your courage to the sticking place: Start

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