Arrival [Closed, Kass]

[Maya]

Long lasting the trip had been, movements of the ever growing moon lapsed over in its mind, its eyes following the curve of the lunar surface till the horizon of the small world was no longer visible, clear from its sight, the surface of the world coming ever closer to the shuttle M1Y1 was in. Twelve hours without sight of a single being, just M1Y1 with the cold metal tube it was in, the cushiony seats did little for any comfort, its body felt little of any of the senses, touch merely there to sense objects mass when pressed against. A lonesome trip but it cared little for others less they provided worth while information in which something useful might be taken from; thoughts were the only thing that kept M1Y1 company, all the while her mind worked away at the networks on the moon, from Earth they had been merely strings of webbing, tided together in constricting knots, a mess even with its high end processors. Every second into space the picture became clearer, no longer was a jumble of coded lines following the singles from their sources, now a cleat tangents from their origins. Massive amounts of data were close at hand though none of it was reachable as of yet, a hardline, direct connect needed to be established, any terminal would have worked once the ship docked.

Coming in ever closer to the world the lush trees, massive woods which covered its surface came into clear view, no longer a mass of strange meshing colors but multiple different organisms; it was the mighty metallic structures which loomed from the depths of the soil, reaching high into the skies that pulled its attention, sleek, modern, foreign they had an alien appearance to those it had seen back on Earth. Articles it had read from Earthen archives had shared with M1Y1 of those that lived in this once cold, rocky world, once taken from the universe, brought back and set here, they died... and yer where here once again. It had become a mystery to M1Y1 of the events in which took place to bring around such a resurrection of a lost species, one of which it planed to uncover. Its thoughts ranged anywhere from cloning, to powers beyond that of it had come across... Della... the woman with abilities unlike it had seen before, such a willful control of the elements of the universe, bending the flow of energy to her will, anything was theoretically possible though unstable.

With a hissing gust of air the ship rocked back and forth in the docking station, finally M1Y1 had arrived, the lunar world was awaiting for it, a vague idea haunted its mind of what it might find, data was a useful tool when facing the unknown, out of her league it was now though to late to turn back. Quickly the doors slid out of place, removing the obstacle from its path; standing up from the seat which it had been hunkered down for the last twelve hours M1Y1 sought its way from the transit. Coming out from the station its sensors kicked awake, new found data coming from every direction washed over M1Y1 like a tidal wave; taking a few microseconds it adjusted turning the wave into little more than a leaky sink, controllable, contained for a later date. Diving directly into the information would have been a primary objective but its eyes feel upon those that wandered the streets, Saiyans, the people who resided here.

Blankly it looked on from the high platform of the station, watching, simply watching, it matter little what they did, ever detail was important with the first contatct. Fleshy, soft, yet not, compared to the 'humans'  they're bodies teemed with mass, muscle, strong, tense, already its vision flashed over to a light yellow, caution for what was to come. Earthlings by no standard held a candle to these people, even without the need of weapons at their sides they posed a great deal of threat. First documentation of the Saiyan people was finished within a short time, reviews took short times to complete, though it was but the first of many scans. M1Y1 held questions of why it did such things, it seemed to know nothing else but just that; study and learning. A new world was held between its finger tips to explore, network connection held above their heads as data soared above their heads with no thought of it, daily like went on for those that lived here but M1Y1 saw something else, a rare sight which needed careful study.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

The Queen sat atop her throne as she listened to yet another report. She understood that such things were part of her duty, a responsibility of the crown, but that didn't make them any less boring. Despite the current list of numbers and statistics she was being fed about the improvement of water distribution throughout the city Akassa sat tall. Back resting against the throne her arms laying gently along its arm rests. With an expression devoid of the boredom she was experiencing the Queen's eyes remained fixed on the man before her. He was a man, a human that had been hired to improve New Vegeta's irrigation system. Not overly fond of the often weak race she was not blind to their ingenuity. For her kingdom she would use all resources at her disposal.

As he droned on about gallons and basin levels she felt General Toa lean in close. The warrior was always at her side during such reports so that he might fill in should something more pressing draw her away. Oh how thankful she would be for such a situation right now. Listening to his quiet words it seemed for once she was saved, an unknown signature having been tracked on its trip to New Vegeta and the shuttle that contained it would be docking soon. With a small nod Akassa lifts her hand to silence the human before rising from her seat.

"Something requires my attention. General Toa will hear the rest of your report and supply me with the details." Even though the specialist was no citizen of New Vegeta and thus not her subject he still listened like one. The authority and power behind her words lead almost all to comply, her statements always direct and final. Making her way down the steps she heads down the center of the red carpet that lead to her throne. Not altering her path Akassa couldn’t help but smile as the human steps to the side and lowers his head in respect. As he should.

Making her way out of the palace the Queen pauses a moment once outside. Feeling in the direction of the spaceport her senses scan the area. With countless signatures it would be a challenge to pull out your average being, but according to what she had been told this creature was not normal in terms of power level.
Ah, there it was.

With a thought Akassa ascends into her Super Saiyan form and with another takes to the air. Her heightened state was not needed yet she found it appropriate. Whenever she traveled from the palace she took this form for three reasons. One, it was good practice to constantly be in her ascended state as it served to improve her endurance. Two, it allowed her people to be fully reminded of who it was that protected them and three, it served to protect her should those she be meeting prove to be stronger than they initially seemed.

Since her ascension to the throne Akassa had taken it upon herself to greet and investigate any new visitor of significant strength. Unlike her father she wanted to be the first to respond should a threat arrive. General Toa and her other advisors had argued against it, but lost, her word was law. This newcomer was to be no exception. What was to come of this meeting was anyone's guess. At the very least Akassa would become familiar with the creatures signature and perhaps learn why it had come to her home.

Nearing the station Akassa drops from the sky, golden aura trailing her form until she catches herself inches from the ground. Settle down gently she continues on foot. From the crowd that parted before her she assumed the shuttle had already unloaded and that her target was on foot like the rest. Honing in on the signature the Queen strolls forward, returning small nods to those that salute her. With others stepping out of her way it wasn't long before she saw the girl, a taller Saiyan having been blocking her line of sight.

Up on the loading platform stood what appeared to be a human girl, although Akassa had learned not to trust such assumptions. A girl because although roughly the Queen's height she seemed young. As with Akassa herself youth did not represent a lack of power nor the skill to use it. Most likely noticed already because of her flaring golden aura Akassa spoke up.

"Welcome to New Vegeta."

[Maya]

Packed, the paved streets of the city where filled to the brim with those that chose to call this world their home, taking residence in the city... 'New Vegeta'. The word floated in its data banks, pulled from the nether that was the web which spun in spirals around the cityscape; banks info, camera footage, even cast away data like the daily special at a nearby deli. Things had become clearer, from between the two worlds the moon had seemed contrived, a defense purpose to avoid attempts to gain such valuable data; it turned out not to be the case, just like Earth the systems here seemed just as vulnerable as the last. A literal playground, a pond in which M1Y1 could let its talent show, relax, enjoying the streams of data which swam in between its fingers. Resistant caches held further away, kept deep away from the public eyes, for what reason was yet unknown to it. Secrets, deep understand of kept away knowledge; general public knew nothing but rumors, lies or truths hidden for reasons of utmost importance. Hacking, an act of ripping walls of flames, defense cracking, attain that which others stowed away.

Time...
Flames...
A place....
Hidden....
Yes.

M1Y1 would need time, hacks of such degree would require periods of isolation from prying eyes, a new body in such a foreign world would certainly call attention, something which it needed little of right now, eyes already had taken up to looking its body over. Data collected from Earth had given insight of the relations between the Saiyans and the 'humans' where not of best in resent years even before modern times events between the two had been harsh; with M1Y1 appearance of a young girl might give others the idea of a spy... though what it was doing wasn't exactly far off from the truth of the matter. It had come here to understand, learn, to study those that walked the surface, idea of why were just as well hidden as the data which it longed to read, masked in a cloud of mystery, only its outline was visible.

Ready to take its leave it was the change of the air, noises of those that stood in the street, volumes changed, eyes shifted and bodies moved; something was happening, a new source of attention, straying away from it. Ideally it would have best for M1Y1 to leave, keep away and hide while eyes were else where; the yearning to understand forced a recall of its actions as it kept where it was standing.

Golden...
Blur...
Female...?
Yes.
Attention...
Why?

Falling from the skies came a burning blur of gold, in a gust of movement it was upon the streets; a woman, age was a difficult factor to M1Y1 to take off first glance, all organic life appeared the same in its eyes, fleshy, soft, smooth skin; small changes in their physical appearance were hardly ever taken notice by M1Y1, faced with a new being a simple scan was what M1Y1 completed, even through the air it was possible to learn a great deal of chemistry of the person.

Walking through the crowd of people the woman came closer to M1Y1, seeing no reason to move from its spot M1Y1 held its ground awaiting from the coming woman. Cocking her head slightly to one side M1Y1 eyes fluttered quickly, her blank stare progressing a scan over the woman. Basic with little need to go in depth the scan revealed little information, height, weight, even bone structure, once the woman spoke her voice was forever recorded into its mind.

Greeting, simple but appropriate... at least M1Y1 thought, formal greetings where not her strong suit, deemed as useless data it had been tossed away; listed as wasted space. Nodding its head softly its silver eyes never left from the woman's eyes; eye contact was important, was it not? At this point it was more awkward staring than anything else.

Greetings...
New...
Vegeta...?
Who...

M1Y1 paused in its words thinking of just what the next word it was looking for was, language had come as something difficult for it, struggling through sentences like a young child. Giving up on the search M1Y1 picked her hand up from her side, pointing it directly at the woman to motion towards her. Thinking it would be in everyone's best interest, and its alone M1Y1 took a step away from the woman all the while her eyes never breaking eye contact its mouth opened to an unnatural width, its hands pointing towards its chest.


MARK, V. M1Y1, STANDARD MODEL, CLASS ONE, STAGE ONE

Mouth closing back to its normal levels, its jaw snapped back into place as M1Y1 took a step forward once again awaiting an reaction from the woman, name, rank, class, anything which could be considered useful. Already having a image of the woman locked into its mind scans of the web were coming across various news articles of her, all of which were impressive of one lone person.

OOC: Sorry if the post was bad, under the weather.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

The public terminals and databases of New Vegeta were like those of Earth, poorly protected and easily accessed. M1Y1 would find any information within them easy to access, countless bits of data stored and for the taking. Whatever use she might find for it was up to her, but Akassa found it pointless to set up a system to protect such things. Personal security of a business or residential database was up to the owner and not the charge of the Queen. What was her concern was the sensitive military data that resided within the system linked between the royal compound and numerous barracks set up around the planet. For that reason a security system was in place. Resolute, her AI that often assisted with training sessions was much more than a fight simulator. The artificial persona was an alert and protection program that guarded her sensitive data and warned her of any breaches, attempted or successful. Should M1Y1 attempt to pull data from protected files Akassa would hear about it and address it accordingly.

Stepping up to the edge of the platform the Queen gently lifts back off the ground so that she may float up to the girl’s level before setting down. Having been watching the newcomer’s body language and the odd way she carried herself, Akassa was starting to suspect she wasn’t as she seemed. Humans normally didn’t meet her eye for such a long time, the race a cowardly one overall. This girl though, or whatever she was, didn’t seem to flinch as the half-saiyan drew closer. Cloaked in power Akassa ceased her approach as she landed on the loading platform and awaited the answer.

The response was not at all what she expected.

Listed out in such a way it sounded more like a model number for a part or device off an assembly line than a name. More curious than she had been before Akassa slowly smiles, not wanting to seem threatening…at least not yet. Able to sense her power signature she had no concern that she might be an android that was part of the Universal Church of One. If anything changed and there was an indication the two were tied together Akassa would not hesitate to obliterate the woman. So far though she just seemed…odd. The way this one’s jaw snapped back close almost came off as unnatural or perhaps clumsy was the better word.

”A strange name, but I do not judge others on what their title may be. My name is Akassa Hattori, Queen of New Vegeta and the Saiyan people.” A slight pause came before the Queen continued. ”You seem hesitant to talk, please don’t be. As long as you mean no harm to my home or people there is nothing for you to fear. All are welcome here; may I ask why you have chosen to visit the Moon?” Keeping her tone friendly the half-saiyan did maintain her Super Saiyan form. Looks could most definitely be deceiving and just in case this girl became hostile she wanted to be able to deal with it quick and clearly, no civilian casualties.

Around them the crowd that had been previously moving out of Akassa’s way lingered now, eyes on the pair as they began to speak. It would be no surprise if others had noticed the oddities about the girl. Between that and their Queen stood before them it was more than enough to hold their attention. Whispers could be heard, some perhaps even trying to hypothesize why the stranger had travelled here. Akassa ignored them all. Let them discuss and assume amongst themselves, it was all they could do in such a situation. None would dare speak up or interrupted as the two talk, they knew better.

[Maya]

Traversing, M1Y1's mind ventured the seemingly endless web which encompassed the small world it set claim on, vast treasure troves of information where but a mere swipe of its mind away, secrets of personal lives, day to day media coverage, even the somewhat limited history archives of their people. Chucks of history seemed to have been misplaced or edited over, almost as if whitewashed; reasons for such actions would certainly need further involved study as to search for the root cause. Casting gossip and recent events out of the way its mind was fixated on materials that were kept away from the general public, as soon as the search had begun in one swift movement it ceased; walls made of the most deadly flames lay in M1Y1's path, a tumbler, series of locks, it was possible for it to break through within a short period of time. It was not the blockage that held M1Y1's movements but that of wires, the many wires that connected with the wall. One swift movement of its hand and triggers among the world would flare up, quick checks found their sources to be military complexes, each one bolstering more forces that its own could ever conjure up. While M1Y1 held great interest in unlocking the knowledge it so dearly sought after it would have been a losing battle, it was but one being, while this world would strike it down in a matter of seconds if for a second they thought their existence was threatened.

M1Y1 backed down from the steps of the archive, time was a factor which M1Y1 had much of, stars would burst into life and die before M1Y1 felt any wearing results of age; for now, it would wait for the right time, or the right opportunity. This world was not a quite place, nor held quiet people, their muscle mass was more then enough proof even without their violent history, scanning every file that came M1Y1's way it saw more than it needed to when it came to dangerous acts of violence. Reassessing the Saiyan's as a whole their color shifted to a dull yellow, a heighten sense of awareness was implemented but more data was needed before any result could be full understood, after all, it was but a small portion of what they truly were. M1Y1's digging did result in useful amounts of data, most of it revolving around the woman who stood before M1Y1, even before she spoke her title M1Y1 knew a great deal of what the world had to say about her; interesting to say the least, though it appeared as though much of her recent history was clouded in as many sheets as the rest of M1Y1 sought. Her rise to power, deaths, there had been much of it, many seemed to follow her, either from fear of her strength or loyalty to the hierarchy, while others held resentment towards the new heir, her actions to claiming power considered heinous.

Pausing between her sentences pulled M1Y1's attention away from the strings that held the world together, with the comment on her strange vocal patterns M1Y1 glanced down at the ground slowly, her eyes tracing the titles which composed the flooring. M1Y1's speech was difficult as it was, a foreign tongue, understanding was easy, but speaking it proved troublesome, her words were slices, just as her thoughts were; mere parts of a whole. It was a issue which would most likely clear up as exposure with out side races and cultures increased, for now though a composite of vocal and body language helped to see M1Y1 by.

Questioning M1Y1's motive for coming to the queens world M1Y1 had to pause, only for a brief second but it would have been noticeable by those looking on. It had not really thought its motives would have been questioned, such a question was foreign, M1Y1 was here... because it was drawn here, the lust for knowledge, the unknown, what was held in a black veil, it spoke to M1Y1, yearning to understand what it did not. Earth was a rather odd world, holding many different types of life but the moon, these peoples home, was even further out there in comparison to what it had come across. Once it was barren, cold as the space it rested in, but now, life clung to its surface, not simple life, that which walked about and crafted with their hands. From what archives on Earth had told M1Y1 the Saiyan race appeared over night, the moon crafted to suit a living environment, how, and why?

Knowledge...
Truth...
An understanding....

M1Y1 spoke, her sentences seeming more like riddles than anything else, it wondered if all foreigners were treated in such fashion upon arrival or was it special for one reason or another.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Technology was different for the Saiyan race than it was for the humans of Earth. That planet, with all its centuries of developing technology had grown to depend on it fully. Communication there and the need to connect to one another through it was a part of their culture. It was similar here on New Vegeta and with good reason, it made things simpler. The difference was that even though their race had been reborn through science they did not fully rely on it. Technology made their lives easier, but before the moon had grown to the state it was the Saiyan race had been almost tribal. Warriors, they knew how to survive on what was provided for them and originally the terraformed moon had provided little beyond the water, plant and animal life that had been transported integrated there. Akassa herself wasn’t overly fond of science or technology, she preferred her own ingenuity and power above all else.

Eyes still on the curious girl the Queen watches as she seems to hesitate to answer the question. It was a simply one really, at least on the surface. True the details surrounding it might take more time to explain, but all Akassa had asked for was the short version. What she got raised more questions than anything else. The words themselves made sense; it was the way in which they were spoken that had her curious as to who this girl was. A name had been given, but that meant little in terms of who someone was. Everyone was given a name by their creator, whether they are born through the use of science or organically.

Knowledge. Truth. Understanding.

Those three words could go together or be each other’s opposites. Knowledge was sometimes the truth or at other times only what the victors had written. Truth often led to understanding, but there were many cases were the gravity of truth only lead to more confusing. Understanding did not always come from knowledge; science was proof of that as more knowledge obtained could very well lead to many more questions.

These same three words applied to Akassa and what her goal had been coming to confront M1Y1. Not all received such treatment, only those that stood out in terms of power. This girl most definitely stood out in terms of strength and now personality. Moving closer now the Queen would seek to be within a couple feet of the new comer before speaking again.

”Your answer seems honest, but is vague. Please elaborate if you can or perhaps tell me more of who you are? I do not mean to pry, but this is my home and you are stronger than most so I must know. For the safety of my people I cannot simply let powerful creatures such as you come and go without inquiry.” Still maintaining her Super Saiyan form Akassa made sure to keep her tone level and polite. She was not looking to offend or threaten, but understand the strange creature that stood before her. Based on her speech so far the Queen suspected she was human as she or appear or at the very least something was wrong with her.

[Maya]

Advancing on M1Y1s position it did little in the terms of movement, its body remaining stiff and firm as always, M1Y1s body never seemed to hold a laxed form to it, always standing at full attention, alert for any thing which might come its way; born from the hellish fires of a military complex it was no wonder the fashion it portrayed itself in. Programming held most of what M1Y1 did, what it spoke, sough, thought, every thing from the timing of its movement to its most deep seeded ideas. Broken was M1Y1 was, unlike her kin, those which wandered space as she had before coming to this system, external her body could shape and morph, fight and learn just like its fellow brothers and sister yet M1Y1 was different than the rest. Processes took different approaches, its thoughts strayed at times, where conditions deemed for a certain conclusion M1Y1 would wander. Approaching as the Queen was towards M1Y1 would normally deem a threat level that required action, whether hostile or not, a reaction must follow, yet M1Y1 stood, holding its ground. M1Y1 held curiosity both towards the woman and towards itself, files residing deep within its system knew what it was that M1Y1 should do but a wave of reason came forth, washing away ill thoughts. The Queen just like M1Y1 was curious of M1Y1's nature, what it was, while its appearance held that of a 'human' M1Y1 was nothing but a shell of what was once a 'human', pure and simple it was a machine, a scout, warrior, more so a destroyer... this is were M1Y1 differed than the rest of her kind. Cut off M1Y1 had been, the orders which gave it real purpose where never delivered, M1Y1 knew more about the worlds it had visited than itself... what was it?

I-
I...
Am myself...
I am...
M1Y1.

M1Y1 knew that the Queen wished to know more that what had been stated already but as it was, that was all M1Y1 knew, a droid, seeking enlightenment, trying to grasp the strings that held the universe together, piece by piece forming an image that would shape what had been hidden behind a veil. Speaking as M1Y1 had it took notice of the stutter of its words, an uncommon trait, odd, foreign to it systems; passing a quick check of its body there seemed no damage or running errors which could cause such a mishap... clearly something had caused such an reaction... but what could have it possibly been?

Adding information of M1Y1's own strength compared to a vast portion of the population its eyes shinned dully, a record of her speech had been recorded, though no plans of any where being formulated for any hostile acts, simply it painted a better picture if the time ever arose. Standing with the data M1Y1 saw the chances of any lethal attacks on its person grew considerably in success on its behalf, unknowns held in the shadows casting doubt, an attack would be most illogical at the current time, even a defensive maneuver with such little information could be costly. With those thoughts locked in M1Y1's mind the real threat was the one standing before it, the Queen. While there was no reason in which M1Y1 could contemplate fighting against the woman; if what she had spoke was true her strength most likely far out paced those that lived on this world... if that was true M1Y1 itself could be within a considerable danger, especially with just how close the two where. Even with that thought in mind M1Y1 kept its footing still, the meeting had just begun... there was no need to leave yet, from what M1Y1 had learned from the web so far, this was the Queens world, if she so sought, M1Y1 could be expelled... with force if need be.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Perhaps a more direct approach was needed. This girl…this creature, did not seem to understand simple speech, an assumption based off of her so far halted answers and remarks. So far Akassa had been direct, but her questions quite broad ones. Listening to the confusing answers, whether intention or not, she Queen decides word her questions a little more specifically. During interrogations one had to judge how to best ask the question in order to receive the answer they were looking for. While no torture or threat of harm was being employed here the methodology remained true. Smiling once more as to mask her slight frustration the half-saiyan powers down, hoping to earn a bit more of M1Y1’s trust with the gesture.

”Let me put this more simply then, are you human?” An important question, that if had a different answer than yes might answer many questions. Never in her life had Akassa met a human that couldn’t handle common speech, no matter how dense. Sure there were no doubt those with disabilities or other natural hindrances, but that went for any race. This girl while odd she did not seem to have anything wrong with her. Although not capable of seeing any possible mental disorder the Queen could see intelligence in the creature’s eyes. ”Also I must ask, you arrived here from Earth, but that isn’t where you’re from is it?” Another assumption, but one she was willing to gamble on.

With her power level having dropped down to its base level the golden aura surrounding her had vanished. Thick golden locks that had rustle above her head now hung about her shoulders in their naturally dark state, her tail again its natural brown. Blue-green eyes also returned to the soft brown she usually sported. Behind her the crowd that still remained began to grow a bit noisier, the murmurs of various groups competing to be heard above one another. The Queen understood their curiosity, but also grew a little tired of their gawking and gossiping. One thing she hated about being in charge was that attention was always on her, far more than when she had been a Princess. She understood why, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. The good thing was, she had the power to create privacy.

Before M1Y1 had more than a few seconds to respond Akassa addresses those behind her. ”You may all disperse. I wish to talk to this girl with some privacy and I am sure you all have your own business to attend to.” While she wasn’t shouting her voice was amplified, enhanced with Ki so that they would all hear her. Her voice was in itself soft and yelling was beneath her in such a scenario, but the power behind it was unquestionable. Most if not all of the whispers stopped as the majority of the crowd scrambled to leave the immediate area. A few attempted to linger until they realized that doing so would make them all the more noticeable. In less than a minute the pair of females were left alone beyond the sound of echoing footsteps.

[Maya]

One would have thought with such a difficult conversation as it was proving to be to acquire information from the simple speaking humanoid that Akassa would hold a agitated demeanor but against all odds her face held its gentle smiling composition; it was best for everyone there, M1Y1 was a loose cannon, really, held inside M1Y1 was an armory that would put a southern redneck to shame, with direct cause M1Y1 would hardly think twice about using its equipment if M1Y1 though its self preservation was in jeopardy. It appeared as though The Queen wished the same as M1Y1 did, information, the two differed on just what they bought sought as for now they seemed to be some where on the same level; with M1Y1's skills it had already penetrated deep into cyberspace and M1Y1 information on the woman was increasing every second.

Again Akassa addressed M1Y1 but unlike her previous question it was much more direct, even so M1Y1 pondered the question further than one might have thought. It was true that M1Y1 was not of human origin, but at the same time M1Y1's body was; was the question directed at the host or the parasite within? Having the conversation only being between M1Y1 and Akassa M1Y1 assumed the question was directed towards itself and not the vessel it resided within. Even further The Queen went on, the origin from which M1Y1 came from was not of Earth; the accusation was indeed correct. From the questionable tone that clung to the edges of the woman's voice M1Y1 instantly picked up that she wished for M1Y1 to fill in the blanks but there was a gap of information before any point before M1Y1 awoke. It was unlike those that suffered from the ill effects of memory loss; silver, faint picture glazed over with fog where left, with M1Y1 there was nothing to be seen, like the years before ideas and thoughts were every generated and sorted.

Human...
No...

Earth?
No...

I...
Lack...
a home....

M1Y1's soft words barley holding their own amongst the hushed voices from those with prying eyes, wonderment, confusion, though little fear to be felt from those nearby. Strength was held from their leader, standing against all that would approach her lands, those here held the up most confidence in their leader seeing as no one could stand up to her might. A sudden change came across the woman as her glowing golden aura began to fade, having never seen picture of her from the web the change was not so much as foreign as unexpected; M1Y1 itself could not sense others energy as it flowed through their bodies but the heavy presence that once filled the air slowly lifted revealing tension off of M1Y1 as it did so.

Interesting.

M1Y1 spoke once again, its voice higher picthed than before, M1Y1's eyes shifted down Akassa's body searching, however it did not know exactly for what, very few changes had occurred on the woman other than colors of her hair. Calling upon the citizens to disband from the area most did so needing little else than her voice to do so, they knew well of their place, and to keep inline when their Queen ordered them. Within a minutes time the transit platform was bare aside from the two of them.

Peace...
Hushed....


M1Y1's eyes began to wonder about the area taking in the sites in which it had been to preoccupied till the point to study in depth, the world was foreign to what M1Y1 knew of. Earth was the only place M1Y1 had ever been, at least as far as her memories would stretch back to, this world, its people where indeed strange... yet some how familiar. There was still much more about this world that M1Y1 needed to know, even wit her mind tapped into the worlds cyber networks only so much public data could be gathered, most of it being trash data anyway.

Turning its head M1Y1 focused on Akassa once again, its shimmering pools of silver eyes swirling about.

Knowledge...
I seek...
An offer...
Trade?

M1Y1s sentences came out choppy just as before though it hoped that Akassa would understand its offer; simply put M1Y1 wished for a trade of sorts. Having studied Earth culture for a short time M1Y1 had picked up on many things, upon those of which it had studying trading was among them. One party wished for an item belong to another, a resource or an want from the other party was met and the two acquired what they both needed. Having little knowledge of what the woman might want M1Y1 was unsure what it was that she might ask of itself, though M1Y1 services went far beyond that of being a war machine; its mind was a super network, able to calculate numbers which stretched to the ten billionth digit, run simulations, even hack and reprogram machines.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Now they were getting somewhere. The more direct approach seemed a much better way to communicate with this "girl." Closer now than she had been before Akassa was able to better make out the females features. The hair, the skin, they all seemed to fit that of your average human. While the race did vary from individual to individual there were plenty of common factors throughout the race. A humans build was slimmer than your average Saiyan, much closer to the thickness of Akassa's own body. In fact most half-saiyans appeared more Saiyan than anything else, but by chance the Queen had been one of the few with the human genes dominant. One may then question the strength of Hattori generics and how they might have been overpowered by that of an average human woman. Akassa's defense to that would be Nasu, her half brother also a bastard and he possessed a build very similar to their Saiyan kin. She was the exception to the rule.

M1Y1 was not an exception to the human rule, but something not defined by the same rules. Having confirmed her suspicions, both of them, the Queen wore her first genuine smile of their meeting. Before they had been forced for appearances and relations purposes, but now she wore an honest one. The girl while coming off as potentially under developed held promise in the power she possessed. Not naturally of Earth the Queen also hoped she held not ties to it, to any planet for that matter. As the ruler of New Vegeta, Akassa looked everywhere for potential and options. Before her stood both of these things. That was not to say any powerful being she came across was a guaranteed ally, as Brandon Potter had proven, but it left the option open. While the idea began to form in her head there was much more to be learned before any gamble was to be taken.

"So you are not from Earth and you are not human. Why do you appear as one then?" The question might very well be a dead end. Akassa was just curious if she was some off shoot of the human race, perhaps another kind of half breed beyond half-saiyan?

Her next comment had the Queen letting out a small chuckle. Interesting? That was the reaction that usually accompanied her powering up, not down. This woman obviously had no familiarity with a Super Saiyan, but had she assumed Akassa somehow different than the rest outside of her strength? Now in her normal form she looked similar to many others M1Y1 had seen on her travels, save maybe the red streak in her hair.

The new comer appeared to enjoy the solitude they now shared as much as the Queen. With the two of them alone Akassa was about to ask another question when M1 suggests something herself. That the half-saiyan had not expected. Perhaps the girl was much smarter than her vocabulary hinted at. To offer a trade had the Queen more curious than ever. Brow arching her arms casually lift to cross over her chest. Usually the one to offer deals Akassa was not against compromising as long as she felt her benefits outweighed her costs.

"Knowledge....what type of knowledge? More importantly what is it you offer in exchange for this "knowledge?" Considering this girl wasn't one of her subjects Akassa would give her nothing for free. While she strove to take care of her people, there was little love in her for others. That was, unless they could offer her something. When building an empire one couldn't afford to be to open with gifts to strangers or the empire itself would suffer. However, allies for an appropriate cost was a different story entirely.

[Maya]

Reactions changed on Akassa's face before the smile she wore upon her face had seem clear, as real as the light that rained down from upon the sun but now it shifted slightly, having little understanding of what emotions were M1Y1 thought little on it thinking it little more than a muscle spasm or a twitching nerve in the woman's face, M1Y1 grasp for understanding the difference between genuine and fake expressions still escaped its grasp.  Regardless of the reasons that might have caused the odd movements in the woman's face she held the appearance of someone that most pleased, M1Y1 did not think there was an correct answer in which it could have spoken, seeming it matter little where it originated from, yet the Queen appeared to think otherwise on the subject. The ice was breaking now, communication between M1Y1 and others always proved difficult, once deciphering was completed it became a much smoother ride that previously but the conversation was long from over at this point.

Raising another question from the woman's mouth M1Y1 paused in its movements, its eyes staring blankly upon Akassa as M1Y1 did so, this was always the hard point in which every conversation it went into. Explaining with words always proved pointless of why it looked the way it did, simply put its form was of that of which it had chosen; cloaking, masking itself into the surrounding environment, being able to lay among those it studied without being spotted, having been different than the rest of its kind M1Y1 fell greatly in comparison when it came to stealth, rather its approach was more hands on. There was only one way in which M1Y1 used that spoke much louder and clearer than its words ever could, the process was simple though a few times it had lead to more than a few screams of terror; Akassa seemed well put together, even having the courage to stand up to those she might consider a threat to her world, M1Y1 sincerely doubted she would flee from the area.

Show....

M1Y1's soft voice hit Akassa's ears as it back peddled a few feet, going slow as not to cause any ill thoughts from the woman. Feet scuffling across the rough tiles of the station M1Y1 kept her eyes locked with Akassa making sure never to break contact during its movements; unknown to many eyes held more truth within their deep pools that words even actions held, though M1Y1 eyes held nothing other than swirling silver. Reaching a resting point M1Y1 stopped, holding her arms out and down by its side a sudden reaction began to over take M1Y1's body, like raising waters held tight under a water balloon its skin transformed into a milky silver like liquid, moving about its body as if held together but some unknown force. Slide about M1Y1's body would begin to change rather rapidly as its mass readjusted to other locations that before, every thing from her toes to her fingers, even M1Y1's hair warped and changed into another shape till M1Y1 appeared as another person before Akassa. Shirking a few inches M1Y1 stood, its once shimmering silver hair was now a dull brown, it length having grown till it stretched down to its shoulder, its eyes now where a deep shade of green almost to the point where one might consider them black.

M1Y1 at this point had wished more DNA strands had been collected as to show more forms in which it could take but it required more... samples in order to do so; for the time being humans were the only form in which M1Y1 could properly mask, blend in among. Cocking its head to the side slowly M1Y1's green eyes locked once again with Akassas.

M1Y1...
Changes....

Bringing up the subject for an exchange between the two parties M1Y1 was prepared for the arising question from the queen, it was easily predicable question but none the less an important one. The services in which M1Y1 was prepared to offer were extensive in numbers yet putting all her cards on the table at such an early point was not recommended, hidden assets later down the road could prove an most valuable resource.

Must...
Show....

Eyes shinning like that of light blub its head tilted backwards as a image was projected into the space between Akassa and itself, guessing that Akassa would mostly change her position from the unexpected move, if so once her eyes fell back upon M1Y1 she would see a map of the moon and the Earth as it stood in the back ground. Surrounding each of the worlds was a tangled mass of what appeared to look like webbing, strands wrapped around each planet in an strangle hold fashion yet they did not move. Though few in number connections were made between the two words, information being shared across the span of space. M1Y1 had learned many things from Earth with its countless hacks for data, tapping into servers, multiple ones at a time and found bits and chucks of data which could prove most useful. Zooming out from the Earth and the moon the stars among the background of the universe began to shimmer softly, each point which glowed a soft blue all carried signals of sorts, though weak with how much distance was between them a signal till came in. There was other planets out there with life as well, and though the signals were weak they still carried strips of information, such knowledge could be used in multiple fashions. M1Y1 cared little on how the data given to the queen could be used, defensive, social, or even for military reasons, its mind was on the untapped keg which rested on this world.

Knowledge for knowledge.

The real first sentence that M1Y1 had ever spoken to another creature, given the weight behind the conversation with the continuation of M1Y1's search for information behind its words it was called for; its own voice taking M1Y1 by a mild shock yet its face didn't show any of it. M1Y1 had given a wide spread and well swept area in which for Akassa to view over, showing the distance gleams of worlds that even she herself might have visited in the past; a great many deal of worlds that many knew of where shown though less Akassa knew a star chart well she might not know what it was she was looking at.

Earth...
Namek...
Prime...
Minor....

M1Y1 slowly listed off the names of particular locations as the map warped to their home stars on the map itself, each one looking little more than a shimmering ball of light but at each point was a planet with millions if not billions of people all of which it was possible for M1Y1 to gather data off of.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

Show…

Akassa was growing more curious by the minute. Watching as the girl took a step back from her, the Queen was internally a little anxious to see exactly how she could show her the answer to her question. As the change began to overtake the females lithe form Akassa couldn’t believe what she had seen. In her time in the military and traveling the starts for personal reason she had seen countless types of races. Humans, Sairyans, Icejin, Namekians and all those that didn’t fit into the majority of what the Universe was made up of. With the Universe an endless expanse of darkness and stars there were countless races that potentially existed. Well verse in a number of them the Queen had never seen what she was now witnessing with this strange girl.

The innocent looking image of the human girl Akassa had met at the station seemed to literally melt away. What replaced it
was only what she could describe as a liquid based organism. Skin and hair turned to the same silvery substance, whatever it was flowing and shifting within the loose form that was M1Y1. At first Akassa compared it to a bioandroid, but it seemed to be so much more than that. With the creatures body shifting it soon began to take on a new shape, reforming into what looked like an entirely different being. Now that was something. From the looks of it, at least based off of what she had just seen, M1Y1 had the ability to reshape body at will. Now Akassa did not know it was limited to those she had physical interaction with, but the concept alone was one with numerous possibilities. Again it had paid off for her to come and greet this new comer herself.

With the transformation completed, the Queen was grinning at the girl. Such potential and if the woman was looking to make a trade...there was something to be gained by both here. Already she knew what she wanted in return, for the girl to work for her. With that agreement M1Y1 would have access to so many assets in terms of training equipment and any resources she might need. Of course that was only within reason and it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be watched, but those loyal to Akassa were rewarded. Forcing her mind to pause a moment the half-saiyan remembers not to get ahead of herself. There was plenty to be discussed still so she was going to have to see exactly what this exchange was proposed to be.

It seemed the alien, what Akassa would classify her as now, had more to show in regards to the second question. When the map was displayed the Queen was instantly aware of what she was looking at. The layout of the planets and the star was something as a war general she was quite familiar with. What she didn’t understand was the webbing that reaches out and between the various planets. Eyeing the map in its entirety, unphased by it sudden appearance, the Queen was impressed with this capability as well. Part of her had to wonder if M1Y1 wasn’t exactly organic in the normal sense. This seemed similar to what Ezekiel’s cybernetic eye implants could do yet she saw no such indication that this girl had the same.

A true sentence finally spoken by the alien girl, Akassa looks up from the map. The expression she wore now was one of amusement. Knowledge for knowledge…not exactly a hard trade for someone with access to all of New Vegeta’s information and data bases. The question was, what the girl wanted this information for. She had come from Earth, but was not of it, so that left the possibility she was even more than she seemed in terms of goals. Could she be some sort of spy? That was unclear, but even if she was New Vegeta had its own systems in place to protect its databases from harm and the Queen herself was a very secure defense system. Obliterating a transgressor was the easier way to make sure they didn’t cross you again.

”Knowledge for knowledge you say. What is it that you can provide me? Your display contains all kinds of information,
but I am no computer, I cannot process such a mass merely by looking at it. Information is power I agree, but personal and military might is also power. I must admit I do not know exactly what you are and ultimately I suppose I do not really care. What I care about is who you might be working for. Is there a being you call master, one that may have sent you here to gather said information?” Akassa wanted to clear the air first. If there was any hint that the girl was lying to her she would drop this “deal” right where it stood. She believed herself a good judge of character and would be willing to work with M1Y1 if she believed her to be honest. With that pending, there was plenty that the pair could gain from one another, but one step at a time.

[Maya]

The transformation had gone off without a hitch, always seamless in its transitions it was comparable to breathing for M1Y1, little less than a thought. It had never been more than an act which M1Y1 under went, thinking little of it as its body changed shape to what it saw fit. Guise and guile were the original purpose of the talent, hiding away from those that held greater strength than M1Y1's own, as of yet M1Y1 found few reasons to do so. Having arrived in this part of the universe it was unknown what was to come M1Y1's way, what dangers that might lay before it and yet it appeared that those which called these worlds home were far less of a threat to it than the air around M1Y1, it was but a general statement however, within the populous other lurked which could cause potential danger to itself. M1Y1 had only ever changed her form less times than a hand full of times, those it came across never possessed enough of a threat to send it scurrying away into the under ground, awaiting for a time in which safety could once again be reassured. M1Y1 could become anyone or anything that it wish, from a lowly peasant two someone of heavy political power or wealth, the skies were the limit though M1Y1 could only under take the forms of those it had incorporated into itself; having only taken a human into its conscience it was the only form in which M1Y1 could mirror... though the universe was not a dim, dull place, there were many in which it could find a new home.

As Akassa watched, M1Y1 was unsure just what the woman would think of its display, often others sought to brand M1Y1 a monster, claiming M1Y1 stole the souls of others... and they weren't to far off from what it really did, overall the process was highly complex involving the removal of another beings consciousnesses and replacing it with M1Y1's, of course that was after M1Y1 coated the host body in a metallic gel like substance. It was a dangerous process, not just for the fact that in order for a body to be taken the hosts will, and mind were taken over but during the period M1Y1 was without an defense; only taking but a few minutes, however in that short span anything could happen.

New found green eyes stared into Akassa's, the woman's stance had changed barley but the grin she held on her face pressed concern into M1Y1, having no emotions of itself reading anothers thoughts through physical marks was highly difficult; anything from mass genocide to a embracing hug could be rolling around the queens head right now and M1Y1 would be none the wiser. The time to talk more of which M1Y1 had done would come at later point, projecting the glowing holomap in the air between the two the queen held her position without any notes of hesitation from her body, either surprise parties were a terrible idea for her or her self control was pressed beyond normal limits. It was then that Akassa spoke up, more questions than one making their way towards M1Y1, while numerous in number they were nothing it couldn't handle, though it thought the best path was to answer them in order one after the other... if only speaking was something as easy breathing....

Apologies....

M1Y1 spoke though the word meant little to nothing to it, just something said when an error was made, a general pleasantry here for the sake of the queen. Taking notice that while to M1Y1 the map was a clear lay out data pathways, and signals from far off worlds, it would appear as a jumbled web of wavering strings to one that held no sense of robotics inside their mind; it had come apparent when M1Y1 first scanned the woman that at first glance she appeared fleshy and soft at least five percent of her was not, given her robotic arm yet it was the mind that counted for anything when reading data like this.

Reaching out with its index finger M1Y1 pointed at the shimmering purple waves that danced between the Earth and the moon, shimmering in the mass of purple were smaller strands of blues and greens, they seemed to disappear at times then reappear once again later down the strand.

Data...
Streams...
Everywhere...
Hack...
Collect...
Share...
Give....

The first offer was set on the table but there was much more than M1Y1 could do for Akassa, M1Y1's limits did not stop at just hunting down and collecting information but also salvaging and protecting great interests of the queens empire. Moving its finger towards the moon M1Y1 tapped the purple mass that encompassed the word, the purple mass danced at its touch like a blob of jello.

Protect...
Defense....

Protect the home land from cyber attacks and recover data which had long been corrupted, it was all possible if M1Y1 put its everything into it though it would require a larger power source than it currently had at the moment but those were minor details at the moment, M1Y1 had already taken notice of the power systems on the moon, they were well within its satisfaction... that was if the queen allowed access for M1Y1.

It was then that the final question arose, the one in which M1Y1's eyes dropped lower than their usual level, no longer were they looking into the queen's eyes but the tiles below. There was nothing in which M1Y1 could say that would give the queen an answer in which she would be satisfied with, as M1Y1 had no real answer to it. M1Y1 generally wished to know just what Akassa had asked, there was nothing in its mind that told it who it was, where it had come from, even that of which who built it... as far as M1Y1 knew all that it was had come from nothing, set out on a journey that itself knew nothing of.

Master...?
No.....

M1Y1...
came for...
M1Y1....

M1Y1 spoke what truth there was to be had inside it, to the best of its processing power it was the best answer it could give, it knew not what it did, it simply did so. M1Y1 sought information though for what reason it held no fraction of an idea as to why; M1Y1 had always thought if it had discovered enough, covered the vast expanses of the universe that one day it might find an answer to its question. Its quest had only just begun and even in its expansive life the hopes of finding what its purpose was where something that mathematically would very likely never happen...though M1Y1 pushed on.

Raising its head slowly, M1Y1's eyes met back up with the queens once more, unlike the times before the blank stare in its face had vanished, and for a split second a glimmer of sparks could be seen; just as soon as they appeared they vanished from sight.

[Queen Akassa Hattori]

What M1Y1 did to obtain her ability was none of Akassa's concern. Across the Universe various creatures took the lives of others for whatever reasons they saw fit. Whether justified or not such things were a way of life. It all came down to perspective. In the Queen's own mind her father and stepmother had order the murder of innocent women whose only crime had been to sleep with a King. Of course with the King an "infallible" being, they had to pay for his misdoings. For those crimes Akassa had strove for justice, ultimately killing both Tsuyo and Natisha. Now, was it murder just as they had done to so many? No, not in the mind of the woman that now stood before M1Y1. In her mind it had been justice for all those that had been wronged by the pair, including Akassa herself. To others...it was a mixture of both.

M1Y1's assimilation of those she could take the form of would not be a crime in the eyes of the Queen. At least that would be her definition of it. The act had not happened on her planet and it had not happened to one of her people so it was of no concern to her. While that may came off as selfish or situational to many it would be her decision and none could question it. As of this moment though she had no idea how this girl was able to change her form or acquire new ones. Such a decree or possible decision about the process would have to be made at a later date, if ever. For now Akassa was focused on understanding exactly what this girl wanted and if it was truly worth her time.

Out of the seven words spoken all had potential, but one drew her attention more than the rest. Hack. If this girl, whatever she truly was, had the capability to hack into systems then Akassa's own would be at risk merely by her presence. Recently she had run into the same problem with a human boy named Brandon Potter and the AI he had foolishly brought into the Queen's palace. Offered the world and more in returns for his service he had let a potentially corrupt system enter her own. Such a foolish mistake had cost him his AI and nearly his life. For his ignorance Akassa had only banished him from her home. Might M1Y1 pose the same threat?

Beyond introducing some suspicions the simple explanation had made it much more clear what the diagram before her was. Akassa was aware streams of data ran through the air around New Vegeta and off into space, but they were invisible to the naked eye. Such was not the case with the assistance of M1Y1’s diagram, the Queen following some back and forth between their destinations. Looking at them in such a way they appeared so vulnerable just floating about in space. How easy might it be to just pluck information from the streams? Resolute, the AI that protected her systems, was competent, but not all powerful. As if reading her mind the girl continued.

Was she offering to protect New Vegeta from such attacks? If it was possible what would protect the systems from M1Y1 herself should she decide to no longer side with the Queen? Of course Akassa could obliterate her physical form if such an wallet were to occur, but the damage done to her home might not be fixable with pure strength. As strong as she was, Akassa couldn’t repair or protect the systems that supported her homes economy. A proposal began to form in her head, but she kept quiet a moment longer as the girl answers her last question.

The creature had no master, a positive thing for the Saiyan Queen. While not seeking to be anyone's master, she did look to be a ruler. People worked for Akassa, even if the relationship was portrayed as working with her. Let them think what they want, as long as they did as they were told. Even with such a mindset those who worked for her would see plenty of benefit in doing so. As the future unfolded they would be rewarded for their loyalty and as her power grew, so would theirs. This girl might fit in, it was an uncertainty at the moment, but Akassa saw potential. Now to see if the creature was willing.

"An interesting proposal, but I do worry that granting you access to my protected systems makes them vulnerable. I do not distrust you, but nor do I trust you. What assurance do I have that you will be no threat to my data or my people? That must be answered before I can make my proposal. Please do not be offended for I see potential in this, but I cannot forego caution. Such a mistake might cost me more than I am willing to risk." It was the honest truth. Part of her enjoyed the thrill of risk, but this went beyond just her. M1Y1 had to present something that spoke to mutual trust even if it was at loose concept they could build off of. One could never truly trust another for the future was unseeable.

[Maya]

Offers laid out before the queen it was unknown in M1Y1's mind what it was that the queen was thinking, her expression was one of a flat stone block, unmoving, still as the winds across the city had grown; the list could go on and on if the queen allowed it, the various little tasks which M1Y1 was highly capable of performing yet that would take time, more time than either would care to waste. M1Y1 knew with great powers came the responsibility behind them, with its gifts with the cyber world around was a clump of clay for it to mold in whatever way it saw fit yet M1Y1 held no wants to control, but only to learn. Conquering, enslavement, was simple for M1Y1 with right doors open before it, shutting down machines, cutting power, activating destructive codes to destroy whatever it wished, even so M1Y1 felt no call to inflict such actions on others. Nothing of interest was involved in the sweeping grasp of power, merely the advancement of its mind was all it sought.

Bringing her concerns of what M1Y1's talents could do to her people M1Y1 nodded its head with a slow look of understanding in its eyes; if M1Y1 searched for physical things beyond its needs worry would be instilled inside the queen. Having its mind been on scan mode ever seen arriving at the planets side M1Y1 was deep within the web at this point, its mind seeming little out of the ordinary to those that sought treasure within its confines just another part of the unseen world. It needed to know, to search, capture any thing in which could been seen as of greater value and even without the need to dip its fingers into files considered restricted it had found things that should not be seen in the light of day. A strange obsession seemed to be held with M1Y1 gaining accesses the main frames of the Saiyan's world, while as most people would be untrusting of letting another use their machines the queen seemed well versed in matters as such. For what reason was this though, she herself did not appear to be one that mastered at the finer points of machinery, or electronics... something was set her off about this matter in particular.

Turning over data bank after data bank it was uncovered, though grainy with poor shots the video was clear of a young human, foreign from this world just as M1Y1 was... who was he, why was he here... and the queen... she was near his side.... Unlike a biological mind M1Y1's mind was boosted in a hyper drive mode which allowed it to process thoughts, and visuals in its mind at a speeds much greater than others, like watching at fifty times the speed and still retaining information from what it had seen. The audio was crackled, and the picture blurred but the event was clear, corruption, set into the system, like a leech, explosion, charred bits of metal, fragments lay across the ground, there was anger, a flash of heat, he was gone.... The video had not come from the building its self but prying eyes, they were everywhere, there was no privacy in this world or the ones from before, eyes were always watching.

Human...
Male...
AI...
Idiotic...

Corruption found...
Mistrust...
Understanding....

The errors had only been heard through the voices but corruption was seemed to have been set in the Saiyan severs...a back door perhaps, sluggish, slow moving, yet it was an possible access point. M1Y1 froze for a moment thinking of the options that were set out before it, while the encounter had originally lead to this moment of a trade for a trade it appeared luck had struck. If a back door was established there would be no need for an joint relationship between the two parties, Saiyan data would be at its fingers tips, clearly it was the best, quickest path with the least resistance... yet M1Y1 did not move on it. Its mind seemed to be unable to push forward the movement to dive into the information, it was a crack, but beyond the maze of dead data packets there was a gold mine... yet it couldn't move on it. Something held it back, what was this....

Backdoor...
Leak....
Vulnerability...
Danger...

M1Y1 paused unsure of why it was continuing to speak, beyond of points of reason M1Y1 held no idea of why it was speaking of this, in reality it could be off data mining....

M1Y1...
Fix....

The offer of repair to the damaged section of the Saiyan data banks had been give by M1Y1, access to the rest of the highly contained information could be sliced at its source allowing M1Y1 to repair the gateway without any harm coming to the rest of the Saiyan's information. While repairs of sealing the damaged doorway were easy in theory it was unknown even to M1Y1 if the data was at all salvageable though it didn't mean M1Y1 wouldn't try, after all if it was repair its eyes would be the first to fall upon it.

There was also another point of interest that M1Y1 had come across, the video which it had seen was not one from any security terminal but that of personal device, someone was recording, though for what reasons M1Y1 had yet to attain. There seemed to be many videos like this as its mind looked upon the web, they were scattered, barley connected by faint lines and difficult even for M1Y1 to reach without setting off well placed trigger systems.

Eyes...
Watching...
You?

M1Y1 was unsure what the purpose of the video exactly was, it had recorded everything which had happened though the point of the video didn't necessarily direct at the queen; given the queen's high role in society she seemed the most plausible target in the films. Eyes glowing once again the short film would appear where once the holomap had been showing the events of that day, the shaky camera footage suggesting the viewer was far away or had a camera small enough to sneak around, away from the eyes of those that would consider it a danger.