Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on May 18, 2014 19:37:09 GMT -5
Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirrored glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection. And now Nasu was forced to travel. Banished from his home by the remains of his family he took a long look at New Vegeta. The planet had been cruel at times, but it had always been his home. And now it wasn’t. It was a harsh reality to face. Stepping onto his ship he saw the monitor of his universal positioning system asking him where he wanted to go. There was only one place where a man like him would be welcomed.
“Let’s go to Alpha Prime.” he said as the pod doors shut behind him, stealing his last view of his birth home from him. His journey was not as simple as he had originally hoped however.
In brief, there was a meteor storm, piracy, treachery, and shipwreck, although not in that order. It also goes without saying that he did a great many things, some heroic, some ill-advised, some clever and audacious.
Over the course of my trip he was robbed, drowned, and left penniless on the streets of Junpui. In order to survive he begged for crusts of bread, stole a man’s shoes, and recited poetry. The last should demonstrate more than all the rest how truly desperate his situation became.
But two weeks later he arrived in Alpha Prime. He limped through the gates of the Gamma Slums ragged, penniless, and hungry. The only items he owned that survived the trip were his heavy weights which were now attached to his wrists and ankles, and the sword Folgen his former friend Zeke had made for him, now hanging freely from his hip, and the Red Flag pin he had kept safe as proof of his abilities. He was wearing completely different clothing his leather jacket had been torn to shreds; used as a makeshift tourniquet to stop his leg from bleeding out. Instead he had stolen a suit that would have cost more than he paid for his ship.
As he first stepped foot into the slums he looked around at the poverty and sadness all around him, it reminded him of being homeless on New Vegeta.
“There’s no place like home.” he said walking into his new city for the first time.
“Let’s go to Alpha Prime.” he said as the pod doors shut behind him, stealing his last view of his birth home from him. His journey was not as simple as he had originally hoped however.
In brief, there was a meteor storm, piracy, treachery, and shipwreck, although not in that order. It also goes without saying that he did a great many things, some heroic, some ill-advised, some clever and audacious.
Over the course of my trip he was robbed, drowned, and left penniless on the streets of Junpui. In order to survive he begged for crusts of bread, stole a man’s shoes, and recited poetry. The last should demonstrate more than all the rest how truly desperate his situation became.
But two weeks later he arrived in Alpha Prime. He limped through the gates of the Gamma Slums ragged, penniless, and hungry. The only items he owned that survived the trip were his heavy weights which were now attached to his wrists and ankles, and the sword Folgen his former friend Zeke had made for him, now hanging freely from his hip, and the Red Flag pin he had kept safe as proof of his abilities. He was wearing completely different clothing his leather jacket had been torn to shreds; used as a makeshift tourniquet to stop his leg from bleeding out. Instead he had stolen a suit that would have cost more than he paid for his ship.
As he first stepped foot into the slums he looked around at the poverty and sadness all around him, it reminded him of being homeless on New Vegeta.
“There’s no place like home.” he said walking into his new city for the first time.