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Herans - Heraseijin if you wanted to be annoying - were a (supposedly) scarce race of blue-skinned oranged-haired wandering warriors and pirates with natural might that surpassed that of even the Saiyans. While the strongest were long since dead, reduced to story and legend, descendants and hybrids lived on. The Empire had rarely had issues with the marauders, too busy trying to force the USD's boot off its' neck to worry about fringe raids and the loss of minor colonies. With Yakone and Yangcong still deployed in deep space, some of the high brass had rerouted them toward Planet Glim to deal with piracy reports.

Glim was a harsh wasteland, filled with unnatural, hostile creatures, a distant, dim white sun, and an atmosphere thin and toxic enough to require respirators. It also happened to house one of the largest deposits of spacecraft-suitable metal in the local system. Most Saiyan attack pods were made of weaker alloys, resulting in slower, less advanced ships. The discovery of Glim meant the Empire had a chance to attach or upgrade its fleet to a more respectable galactic standard. Yakone was piloting the ship this time, bored but undertaking the necessary task. He'd need to learn how to handle long-distance travel on his own since Yangcong may not always be around.

The purple-hued planetoid came into view, the Saiyan standing and setting the ship on auto-pilot. "Father!" he called out into the cruiser's interior. "We are approaching Glim." Yakone pulled his armored cloak on, affixing a respirator and stuffing several spare filters in his bag. This mission was intended to be nothing more than an investigation. They'd question the locals, get clues, and submit a report to the Empire for determination - piracy would be dealt with by a larger task force as if they were bold enough to attack Saiyan settlements; they were undoubtedly powerful.

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