Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Feb 26, 2014 23:26:13 GMT -5
For a ship that was supposed to hold twenty people, it was certainly cramped. Perhaps not physically, but certainly with the tension that was palpable in the air. Thirteen of them were packed in the transport section of the ship, twenty in the ship in all. Those thirteen were the competitors in the challenge to become the Iblisian King. The one that stood out most was the Saiyan Prince Ninjin Hattori. What in the world was he doing here? It would be easy to say he had been forced there by Lillianna, but this was not the case. No one had forced him there, he was there by choice.
It had all happened so quickly hadn’t it? From Omega to Malice’s ship to New Vegeta to here. it had been years… no. it had been weeks, if that. Life was funny like that, the big moments seemed life times apart. The prince shook his head and cleared his thoughts as the ship rocked back and forth. With a click his safety harness detached and he stood. The eyes of the others turned to him as he walked towards the cockpit of the ship. Lillianna was there.
The door slid open with a hiss and Ninjin stepped into the command deck. Stars blurred by out of the viewport causing the prince a brief moment of vertigo. With a hand on the railing he steadied himself. Lillianna sat in the captain’s chair looking very authoritative. The crown-prince approached her and put his hand gently on her shoulder.
“How much longer do you think?”
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