We don't know enough of the rules about how magic works to know the answer to that question. Let's not assume that it's impossible for her to do something that she has already done.
A spell calculated to prevent the people of Garenhuld, and in particular the saiyans of Garenhuld, from voluntarily giving us their energy?
Remember that Spirit Saiyan is consensual; you can't get more than the tiniest fraction of that massive power level boost without the permission of the people who own that power.
She's already done one mass planetary mind control that monitors everyone in real time and auto-censors any thoughts about "hey, isn't it funny that these nine thousand people died?" And she managed to prepare it under conditions of total secrecy, whereas now she can act in relative openness.
I wouldn't be entirely surprised if she can come up with a way to counter us going "People of Garenhuld, lend me your energy!"
If she has the presence of mind to come up with a counter to Spirit Saiyan, I'm pretty sure that's what she'll try.
[And there is NO WAY Poptart hasn't already thought of this]
I have difficulty imagining that really mattering. Like, even if we can't find a single other planet we can get a spirit bomb off and have it be a relative secret (New Namek comes to mind, or maybe Arcosia after we do some research), we can still just go straight to the resistance. We probably would be lucky to reach even a 10th of our "haha 500 billion," because while most power may be in the hands of saiyans most of them are also under dandeer's control and thus potentially not valid targets. However, a even a tiny fraction of what we pulled against Dazazel is GG dandeer.
To put into perspective what 50 billion vs 1 billion is, in terms of difficulty;
It's 5x more than the gap between endivan and the super saiyans he fought, the one that people today still have no idea how the fuck he pulled off.
It's 2.5x the gap between Goku and Final Form freeza, only without the insane skill difference and no 20x Kaioken.
Or, perhaps more relevantly here: it's 25x the difference between us and our opponents in the final battle, where, I might note, we fought the same people we'll be fighting on our return under dandeer's control. See how that fight changed after our spirit saiyan.
There's a reason I'm confident that Dazazel fight Kakara could solo the entire saiyan population at FPSSj and come out with a win. Unless dandeer creates incredibly more powerful wards and managed to get them to mastered SSj2 before we return, a serious fight starts and ends with dandeer losing, and if she could pull that off in a short time she could that this entire time absolutely nothing makes sense, because she just could have done that and made all her problems entirely academic before her basically infinite political power, not to mention what it would say about the rest of the exile sorcerers.
No, my worries about dandeer start and end at her magic (although it is a rather impressive worry), rather than what the saiyan population may or may not be trained to do.
It's already on the list, but low on the list because we have numerous other things more likely to bear fruit.
What ISN'T on the list is "scry on the Talts," because their defeat does a pretty good job of proving that they know less about the art of being a super-saiyan than the existing royal lineages do.
One last reiteration, then: the purpose of scrying on the Talts would not be to find Cool Tricks They Came Up With, but to check which things they tried with USSJ and came up blank on. Negative results are still useful data for our purposes.
One last reiteration, then: the purpose of scrying on the Talts would not be to find Cool Tricks They Came Up With, but to check which things they tried with USSJ and came up blank on. Negative results are still useful data for our purposes.
Sight takes place in real-time. Why would it not be more efficient to do the experimenting ourselves, using a less valuable <normal time> resource, than it would be to use a more valuable sight resource? Particularly if we manage to prioritize multiform over ASSj / USSJ?
Sight takes place in real-time. Why would it not be more efficient to do the experimenting ourselves, using a less valuable <normal time> resource, than it would be to use a more valuable sight resource? Particularly if we manage to prioritize multiform over ASSj / USSJ?
Because our Sight is a lot more powerful now? If it really is an inefficient distribution of our resources, I'll accept that, but I can't easily make a cost comparison.
Because our Sight is a lot more powerful now? If it really is an inefficient distribution of our resources, I'll accept that, but I can't easily make a cost comparison.
So far as we know, powerful Sight doesn't let us time-compress our visions; we still have to observe events in real time or something close to it. If we were looking for something specific like "what the head of House Talt had for breakfast the day before his rebellion," better Sight might help us home in on the answer to that question. But you're proposing to do something rather different.
Basically, you run up against the same problems as someone trying to prove a negative. In order to "figure out what the Talts did that didn't work," we first need to know everything the Talts did, with some degree of certainty. Which means we can't just spy on them casually or over a short period of time.
[x] Combat Precognition. While she's unpracticed in it, its very nature means that it is literally a matter of life or death, whenever it would come up.
The Blockade Runner
The instant Bassoon makes it through the hole, you see blasts incoming.
What your people know of ki-based technology suggests pathetic blasters barely able to threaten the champions of Freeza's age, if they were ready for those blasts. Fragile, slow, and far weaker than any Exile, they were something most people discounted. They were irrelevant at best; at worst, a waste of time and energy that would have left your people with fewer resources fit for exploitation.
The guns mounted on the Blockade Fleet's ships are not your ancestors' ki blasters. They are colossal constructions meant for the task of slowly battering down the curtain shield held over Arcosa. According to Bassoon, the only reason the Siege involves fighting at all is because the arcosians need to occasionally sortie and disrupt the constant bombardment, to give their shields time to recharge. These are guns capable of killing worlds, left to their task without interruption.
Those guns now turn on you and your host, and erupt in fire.
You actually blink in honest-to-kais shock at the strength of the blasts flying your way. These things are broadcasting in the millions. They vary significantly, of course -- the Blockade Fleet is supposed to be pretty ramshackle -- but you're getting everything from five to eighteen million.
Which, of course, is a significant issue to your host, currently sitting pretty at twenty million. No one blast can kill him, but goodness are they ever going to add up in a hurry.
'Eyes open?' he asks, voice strained even over telepathy with all of the focus he's putting into dodging.
"Best I can," you reply, setting your hands on your knees. "I will say if I See anything."
'Alright.'
Bassoon hurtles forwards, on a direct course for the fleet. Your eyes widen as he heads for the densest concentrations. "What are you doing?"
'Our histories tell of a human sport named football on Earth. You familiar?'
"Which one?" you ask, flinching with every near miss.
'The one where you win by sprinting directly into and through the largest group of opposing players. Trust me; I've done this before. Watch.' Bassoon hurtles forward, and a salvo of blasts focus in on him. At the last moment, he raises his arms, and magic pulses. "Multiply!"
Each of the blasts dissolves into a cloud of smaller attacks, which immediately rebound off of each other. Bassoon flies through the expanding cloud of ki, bouncing the much-reduced blasts off of his skin with ease.
He chuckles. 'See?'
You sit, eyes wide. "Wow. Okay. Right, magic. Sure." Shaking your head, you return your focus to your Sight.
Dazarel pries his head out of the ground, hissing at you. Glaring, he circles you. 'Skim the surface. If you trigger a full vision, I'm biting you.'
You sneer. "Hmph." That said, you do as he says; he is, marginally, the greater expert here than you. You reach out for the currents of time, feeling for what will be, very soon, as Sensei Carrick taught you. You feel your consciousness start to slip away, and hold back just short of that line, just barely skipping along the tide of grossness that seems to comprise time, to your senses. It's a hard line to walk; you keep dropping out of it, and you can't really afford to be doing that, considering what you're trying to achieve. But you persevere, forcing yourself back in time and again.
On the outside, Bassoon continues to charge. It seems insane to you for him to attack the blockade's strongest point, but then again, this whole business of blockade running has a certain element of insanity to it. Maybe the crazier it gets, the more effective he becomes. Regardless, he's getting close to the ships now, and the blasts are coming faster. He's having trouble keeping up with the flow-
Intuition strikes.
"Up then down then fast!" you shout, letting your Sight guide words.
Bassoon obeys without hesitation, swerving up over a massive cannon shot coming in from his left. He then immediately reverses course and dives as the smaller guns track him and aim to cut him off. Finally, he levels out, pouring on the speed to get out of that cube of space as it comes alive with ki and explosions. Light blooms all around you; the edges of the fireball engulfing that area actually singe Bassoon's legs as he gets clear.
Then, abruptly, as Bassoon finally gets in among the ships, the level of fire coming in towards you slackens noticeably. You blink, looking around. "Why aren't they shooting?"
'I'm moving faster than their turrets can turn!' calls Bassoon, focusing on just flying as fast as possible. 'We're too close; we move too fast, relative to them. And with so many ships around, the more distant ones can't shoot at us without hitting their own people!' He grins. 'This is why I go for the center.'
You smile, feeling a twinge of hope. "That's great! We're almost through, then!"
'Not quite,' grunts Bassoon, straining for every ounce of speed. 'They can't hit us with their ships, so they send fighters instead. This is where we're most likely to see a champion.'
"They have time for that?" you ask, surprised. "I know it happened on the way in, but this time we're moving so-"
Suddenly, you feel a power level easily in Bassoon's weight class flaring, just behind your host. Bassoon twists, hurls ki-
WHAM
Bassoon goes tumbling as a hulking armored form smashed into him, wrecking his trajectory and putting him into a tailspin. Bassoon quickly stabilizes, hissing in pain, and fires up his aura. He looks up, and you behold your opponent.
The figure is at least twelve feet tall, and is at least roughly humanoid. The armor conceals a lot, but there are two arms and two legs, and a single head. Whatever this person is, they're massive; they're built thickly enough to make a mockery of even the most heavily-muscled of saiyan warriors. The alien, now that you have a second to analyze it, has a power level of a little over twenty-five million. They raise their arms over their head, and Bassoon's face mask lets out a crackling noise as a radio activates. "BASSOON!" howls the alien, in a voice that sounds deep enough that you're going to provisionally label this alien as male. "YOU'VE BEEN MAKING TROUBLE FOR US FOR A LONG TIME, BASSOON! AND NOW YOU'RE HERE AGAIN, BRINGING THE DEMONS SUPPLIES. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!"
Despite his labored breathing, Bassoon replies civilly enough. "Tariq. Good to see you. Look, I don't mean to be a bother, but I'm in a slight hurry, so if you could see your way clear to letting me go, I'd appreciate-"
"NO CAN DO, MY JOLLY GREEN FRIEND!" hollers Tariq. "BOSS WANTS A WORD! HE'S A LITTLE SICK OF YOU MAKING THESE TRIPS! MAKE IT EASIER ON YOURSELF AND JUST COME WITH ME!"
You stare at the alien, aghast. "Kais on high, does he ever stop shouting?"
'Not in all the time I've known him,' chuckles Bassoon, straightening. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Tariq. I need to get home as fast as I can. I'll be out of your hair for a year at least, if you let me go."
"I'D LOVE NOTHING MORE," shouts Tariq. "STILL, NOT MY CHOICE."
Bassoon nods grimly, taking a stance. "I understand."
You feel a spark of panic. "Bassoon, this guy's really strong, compared to you. He has at least five million units on you!"
'I know. But don't worry, I have advantages of my own.' His fingers curl and form hands seals. "Misdirect-!"
Tariq flashes in almost before the word leaves Bassoon's mouth, but the spell goes. As Tariq's fist swings in towards Bassoon's mask, a white light flashes, and the strike goes awry as though knocked off to the side. Bassoon flashes back, and draws his fingers to his forehead. "Makankosappo!"
The beam, hastily-formed though it is, snaps out on-target and bores into Tariq's suit at the abdomen with the puff of escaping air. You pump your fist in the air. "Yes! Great shot!"
Your elation dies, however, as Tariq merely turns back to Bassoon and sets himself. "I HAVE IMPROVED MY SUIT SINCE OUR LAST MATCH, BASSOON! MY SUIT IS NOW COMPARTMENTALIZED. DESTROY ALL YOU WANT -- UNLESS YOU PUNCTURE MY MASK, YOU WILL NOT STOP ME THAT WAY!" He tilts his head forward. "AND YOU WILL NOT DO THAT."
To your surprise, Dazarel sniffs at this, speaking up. 'Foolish little creature. Slug! Punch holes in his suit. He might have it sectioned off, but he'll only have so much air. Every bit you blast open reduces his staying power. How much breathing time do you think he'll have if his helmet is his entire air tank?'
You stare at Dazarel for a moment in shock. "What, you're helping now?"
'I want to be in this situation no more than you,' growls the little beat.
Bassoon narrows his eyes, staring at Tariq. 'You know that? That's better than what I was thinking.' He draws his hands back, palming ki blasts. "Tariq! You underestimate what I'm willing to do!"
Tariq stiffens in shock, and throws his arms up to protect his face.
Bassoon lets out a snarl of a grin, and opens up. Ki blasts slam into Tariq's arms, legs, and chest, and more puffs of air escape. The giant weathers the storm, and comes through it unharmed, but you notice that the small puffs of escaping gas get smaller and smaller, until they stop coming completely. Finally, Bassoon lets up, and Tariq lowers his arms.
"THAT WAS VERY DISAPPOINTING, BASSOON. YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO..." Tariq pauses, tilting his head as a red light flashes across his visor. "...OH."
Bassoon gives him a little wave. "Sure aren't! Accelerate." Bassoon's aura lights up brilliant white, and magic kicks in to give him an extra speed boost away from the area. "You can chase me, if you want! How much air do you have left?"
"THIS ISN'T OVER, BASSOON!" calls Tariq. "THE BOSS ISN'T JUST GOING TO LET YOU WALK AWAY THIS TIME! HE'LL SEND ME AFTER YOU! WE'LL HAVE THIS OUT AGAIN, AND YOU'LL NEED TO FINISH THE FIGHT PROPERLY!"
Bassoon grimaces and cuts the link, weaving as the warships start opening up again with some desultory parting shots. "I know, my friend," he murmurs.
With the danger mostly passed, you release your Sight with a sigh, massaging at your temples against an encroaching headache. "You know him?"
'The Fleet patronizes bars and other entertainment places at many of the nearby planets,' explains Bassoon. 'I ran into him in one of them while I was restocking my supplies. Friendly enough guy. Very focused on his job, but he doesn't go out of his way to be a jerk about it. He's a good fighter, too. I've never actually let him pin me down into a proper duel.' He starts slowing. 'We're distant enough now that they'll have lost sight of us. Time to start suppressing, and make out way to my ship.'
You nod. "How long is it going to take?"
'A few hours,' answers Bassoon, dragging his power level down and dousing his aura. 'Don't worry, my suit has the air for it. This model is meant for long periods in space.'
"Right," you sigh. "Well, I guess that there's nothing for it."
'Not particularly," says Bassoon. 'Waiting is the name of the game, in blockade running. That, and brief periods of panic.'
You snicker, and fall back into the grass, staring up into the sky.
'Dazarel, I'm surprised you helped out,' remarks Bassoon. 'I thought you didn't care what happened to us.'
'I don't, and you shouldn't be surprised that I spoke up,' replies Dazarel. 'It offends me to see the being in whom I'm riding overlooking so obvious a weakness.'
'You detestable little-'
You sigh, and tune them out as they begin bickering.
* * *
As advertised, the flight takes hours, and the boys snipe at each other for every. Single. Second.
'And furthermore, your skin's shade of green is unsightly even for your race! At least most of you have a darker shade. You look like some unfortunate kind of apple!'
'And you look like the result of a torrid affair between a lizard and an arthritic bat! Destroyer of worlds, reduced to a teenager's shoulder pet!'
Dazarel rears up in affront, wings spread. 'I lost to a warrior, a Princess, wielding the aggregate might of an entire solar system! I have stared in the face of enough power to make weaker gods bend their knee, and survived its touch! I took a punch backed by a civilization and lived! When you stop running from refugees in jury-rigged spacesuits, then you can mock me about how far I've fallen.'
Bassoon snorts. 'The only reason you're alive is because Kakara decided that you didn't deserve to die.'
Dazarel sneers, sitting down and tucking his tail around his legs. 'And even so, it took that for her to beat me.'
You stare up at the sky with dead eyes, head propped in your hands and an expression of utter boredom on your face. You gaze blankly out through Bassoon's eyes, peering off into the vacuum for the slightest hint of-
You straighten. "What was that glint?"
Bassoon blinks in the middle of a retort. 'Huh?'
"I saw something glinting out there," you say, pointing to the patch of void in question. The view turns as Bassoon peers. "Hm..." You spy the glint again. "There! See that?"
'I did,' he answers, putting on a touch of speed. 'There's my ship.'
"Thank the kais, it's over," you sigh. Dazarel lifts off from the ground and flaps away, with the argument abandoned. You continue, "Now we can head to Namek, right?"
Bassoon chuckles a bit at that, drawing up to the spacecraft. 'Kind of? I mean, we're a while away from New Namek. It's halfway across the galaxy from here, and my ship's not the fastest. We have a long journey ahead of us.'
"How long?" you ask, a sinking feeling in your stomach.
Bassoon shrugs, opening up his ship and stepping inside. 'Depends on the route we take. Direct route? A month.' The hatch seals behind him, and air rushes in. He removes his mask.
You grimace. "Great. And I'm guessing that there are a few reasons we can't just go straight there."
'You would be right.' Bassoon enters the ship proper, and you peer around through his eyes. The ship is composed of a single room, for the most part. The airlock through which you just entered is its own room, and there's another off to the side which is closed off, but everything else is all in this one space. There's a small cot, a cabinet in the corner, and a dispenser on the wall. It's pretty bare, all things considered. Bassoon heads for the dispenser. Tapping it, he starts up a display showing some alphabet you don't know. There is a gauge, though, which you can read well enough. He points to it; it's nearly empty. 'That would be our water tank. I need that.'
You groan. "Right. So, we'll need to stop somewhere."
'Not just for that,' replies Bassoon, stepping over to the pilot's chair. 'I have enough fuel that it's not an immediate concern, but not enough for the whole trip.'
"Two stops, then," you amend.
'Or one big stop,' replies Bassoon. He sits down in the chair and starts pressing buttons; the ship starts coming alive around you. 'There...we...go. We'll be waiting a few minutes, and then we'll be off. The only question is where to go.' He activates a screen, which displays a map of the galaxy. He zooms in and in until the screen encompasses you and the stars surrounding you. 'We have a few options, but we're a bit limited by the water supplies. I didn't expect having to make this hot of an exit. We got some water from Arcosa, thanks to the capsules, but we'll still need to stop somewhere to stock up properly, and it'll need to be fairly close by. Ordinarily, I'd just swing by one of the nearest systems for a big stopover, but Tariq said that the refugees are going to be coming after us. We might want to head elsewhere.'
"What are our choices?" you ask, leaning forward.
'For our first stop -- the one we need to make, if we want me not to run out of water -- we have three that'll suit my purposes.' He manipulates the map, zooming in on one of the nearby star systems. It displays a planet completely ringed by massive orbital stations. 'This is Zebul. Largest port in the region. I'll be able to buy all the water I need, easy, and it's got enough fuel to supply a fleet. We stop there, we can get everything we need and head directly on to New Namek. Problem: it has enough fuel to supply a fleet because it does. This is the Blockade Fleet's favorite docking station. They always have ships in for repairs or refits, and their soldiers go here for leave. The ports will be swarming with them, and if Tariq's boss really has lost patience with me, they'll all have my description. It's risky, which means we have to consider other options.'
"I mean, can we sneak in?" you ask. "If they never realize that you're there..."
'I'm pretty distinctive,' answers Bassoon. 'I'd love to flatter myself to think that I'm sneaky enough to get in anyway, but it's a risk. Which brings me to option two.' He pans over and zooms in on a planet that looks like a solid mass of blue. 'Planet 42-G. Uninhabited, so we couldn't get fuel there, but it's nearly all fresh-water oceans. We could fill right up on water, free of charge. And, since it's uninhabited, the refugees won't think to look there. The downside is that smugglers tend to use the planet for a stopover; I've seen lots of ships around there. Never had any run-ins, but there are always a lot of shady characters there. This could always be the time that one of them starts something.' He glances up as the lights brighten. 'The other downside is the time it loses us. While we're there taking on water, Tariq has time to get out there and start looking for us. He'll have time to move ahead, and he'll have scouts to help him. On top of that, we'd have to risk a second stop later on to get fuel. Still, it lets us lie low for a bit.'
"We could always wait for him to lose patience and then leave once he passes us," you point out. "I mean, we have a year before the invasion starts. He's got a war to fight. He'll give up before we need to leave."
'True, but I'm kind of expecting the Guru to have things for me to do in advance of the invasion,' says Bassoon. 'Some errands out into the galaxy, to help us get ready for the invasion. I'd like to get there as soon as possible. It's why I'm not taking us around the long way, even though the direct path to New Namek is what Tariq will search first. It'd be safer, but we'd lose lots of time. Plus, every minute we spend on 42-G is another minute for one of the smugglers to try to pick a fight. I'd rather move onto more civilized places as fast as we can.'
"Hmm." You prop your head on your hands. "I guess that's fair. We can always try it if we get stuck, though. You said there was a third option?"
'Last one we can get to before water stores run out.' He brings up one last planet, far away from Arcosa, this one showing extensive city lighting across the surface. 'Say hello to Planet Pura. It's not really remarkable, as planets go. We'll find water there, and there'll be fuel. Tariq will definitely check there, but he'll start with closer systems, so we'll have some time before he catches up. Not as safe a spot as 42-G, though. The downside is that it's a civilized world not overrun by twitchy soldiers; it has its shady characters, and they get bold. Last time I passed through, the leading criminal cartel had recently exploded, and things are still fairly exciting. Not as risky as 42-G will be -- they have laws, after all, and people to enforce them -- but I wouldn't completely rule out trouble happening."
"Sounds like the middle-of-the-road option," you muse. "Kind of hedging our bets with that one, huh?"
'Basically,' snickers Bassoon, before sobering. 'Of course, if something going wrong, it could go very wrong. If we get caught up in local trouble, that burns time which Tariq will use eliminating the closer spots and coming to us. We'll need to try and get things done quickly and efficiently.'
"So, you want my opinion on where to go?" you ask.
'Kind of,' replies Bassoon. As he says this, the ship finally comes fully alive with a high-pitched whine. 'Oh! Alright, there we go. Stealth systems...operational. Drive's ready. Life support is good. We're ready to go.' He takes the controls and starts piloting the ship forward, heading further out from the center of the system. 'Anyway, I did want your opinion, but what I really wanted was for you to use your Sight to sneak a look at the cards, so to speak. Usually, when I'm running a gauntlet like this, I need to guess. With you, I can cheat. I don't know how your abilities work, though. Do they get tired? Do you still have some juice left in you, after helping me out escaping?'
You grimace, rubbing at your temples. "I have some left over. I'm still new to premonitions, and they drain me a lot, but I also just got a lot more in my reserves than I'm used to. I think I could scope out one of those planets. Which do you need?"
'I'll leave that up to you,' replies Bassoon. 'That's your specialty.'
"Thanks," you reply, taking a seat on the grass. "No I just need to choose, I guess." You chew on your cheek, pondering.
Quick vote this time, followed swiftly by a short update and another vote to decide on your destination. Which of the three destinations do you choose to See?
[ ] Planet Zebul. It has absolutely everything you need, if you can just dodge the soldiers. See if you can see your way clear to a means of evading them -- or, at least, see if you can't eliminate it as a feasible possibility.
[ ] Planet 42-G. What with the strange characters and the need to time your exit right, this prospect is all about chance. Maybe you can put your thumb on chance's scales.
[ ] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
NO MORATORIUM. APPROVAL VOTING.
Once more, there shall be no moratorium.
Welcome back, folks! Hope you all enjoyed the escape! I look forward to the trip to New Namek, and I hope you do as well.
On this update in particular, your proofreading comments are more than welcomed.
And now, for the
long-range artillery [magic v targeting]: 42 v 12. Unscathed, look badass af.
short-range artillery [flight v targeting]: 37 v 63. Combat precog trigger?
combat precog [dc 100]: 101. Lucky man...
short-range artillery reroll [flight v targeting] 82 v 63. Unscathed
sneaking up: does not happen [upgraded suit disallows ki sense check]
attack! [opposed dueling]: 54 v 98. Combat precog trigger?
combat precog [dc 100]: 12. No. Ouch. Combat begins as a hefty disadvantage
recover [magic v dueling]: 72 v 53. Success get space
pop suit [makankosappo v flight]: 92 v 73. Success, soaked by upgraded suit
distract opponent [opposed deceit]: 52 v -21. Success
saturation fire [opposed ki projection]: 89 v 34. Success
leave: yes
[X] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
if we can make this safe, its the best choice. its the worst choice if it goes wrong. lets use our sight to scope it out properly.
[X] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
How far to each planet? Could Kakara chain vision on the first, second, then third planets as they approach them? @PoptartProdigy
[X] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
[X] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
Can he construct a masque? Kakara witnessed it occurring when she had her second applied?
The obvious place to check is the uninhabited planet. It's the highest variance what with being either perfect or extra dangerous. If it comes back dangerous default to the middle option.
The exiles have training programs which can get an eight-year-old to fifteen million. It might be wise to share some of them with the host.
If it's easy enough for him to figure it out from her recollections it can't be exclusive, and the speed with which the Exiles developed it from scratch despite have only a smudge of magical affinity and zero magical tradition suggests that it might be.
Nevertheless, he's a magic-focused character from a pretty peaceful civilization. The Royal Saiyan is bound to be able to contribute enough to at least get him up the five million he needs to match the promised threat.
[X] Planet 42-G. What with the strange characters and the need to time your exit right, this prospect is all about chance. Maybe you can put your thumb on chance's scales.
[X] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
Edit: no point putting ourselves through additional risk; if we can reliably evade the soldiers, Zebul is probably a better stopping point than Pura.
[X] Planet Zebul. It has absolutely everything you need, if you can just dodge the soldiers. See if you can see your way clear to a means of evading them -- or, at least, see if you can't eliminate it as a feasible possibility.
If it's easy enough for him to figure it out from her recollections it can't be exclusive, and the speed with which the Exiles developed it from scratch despite have only a smudge of magical affinity and zero magical tradition suggests that it might be.
[X] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
We aren't choosing a destination right now. The point here isn't to examine the naively optimal choice. It's to rule either out or in the choice with the highest variance. The compromise option is the opposite of that.
[X] Planet 42-G. What with the strange characters and the need to time your exit right, this prospect is all about chance. Maybe you can put your thumb on chance's scales.
We aren't choosing a destination right now. The point here isn't to examine the naively optimal choice. It's to rule either out or in the choice with the highest variance. The compromise option is the opposite of that.
Agreed, though I'll point out that the potential return on Zebul if it does turn out to be viable seems high enough that it could also be worth checking. Honestly I'm in favor of "anything but Pura" here, so approval voting it is.
[X] Planet Zebul. It has absolutely everything you need, if you can just dodge the soldiers. See if you can see your way clear to a means of evading them -- or, at least, see if you can't eliminate it as a feasible possibility.
[X] Planet 42-G. What with the strange characters and the need to time your exit right, this prospect is all about chance. Maybe you can put your thumb on chance's scales.
[X] Planet 42-G. What with the strange characters and the need to time your exit right, this prospect is all about chance. Maybe you can put your thumb on chance's scales.
[X] Planet Zebul. It has absolutely everything you need, if you can just dodge the soldiers. See if you can see your way clear to a means of evading them -- or, at least, see if you can't eliminate it as a feasible possibility.
[X] Planet 42-G. What with the strange characters and the need to time your exit right, this prospect is all about chance. Maybe you can put your thumb on chance's scales.
We should be picking the high-risk high-reward options for Sight-checking.
[X] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
[X] Planet 42-G. What with the strange characters and the need to time your exit right, this prospect is all about chance. Maybe you can put your thumb on chance's scales.
Huh. Some of Piccolo's techniques survived among namekian warriors (or were reconstructed later).
If we are going to be waiting around for long periods of time just doing space travel stuff, I assume that we are eventually going to start doing some training. Personally, I like trying to learn Tabe's trick (possibly with Bassoon), and continuing our style training.
[x] Planet Pura. The middle-of-the-road option, but prone to cascade failures if you manage the risks poorly. Still, what else is Sight for, if not mitigating the odds of something going wrong?
