Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

However, they also mentioned that the doctor seemed to have lost some memories.

While Amiya was talking about these things, those sitting next to her, such as Nearl and Dobermann, whose attire clearly indicated they were team leaders, obviously showed concern. In their view, telling Tomat these things was already very dangerous.

"Tomat, right? Do you mind if I call you by your first name?" The vehicle's interior was spacious enough to accommodate the Rhodes Island personnel and also to fit the small boat carrying ACE. Dobermann, while looking at the sleeping ACE in the small boat, shifted the topic from Rhodes Island to the other party, "Tell us about yourself. We appreciate ACE's situation, but we're more curious about why you're in the midst of chaos in Chernobog."

In the face of natural disasters, no one would choose to wander in the central area; this is common sense in Terra.

"And...excuse my intrusion, but may I ask what race you are?" Nearl, who had suffered considerable damage in the earlier battle, had now removed her shattered armor and was receiving bandaging treatment from an elderly medic with dog ears on the bumpy road. Her gaze fell on the brown tail that was wrapped around Tomat's waist like a belt.

Different races have different characteristics. Although many rare races are classified as unidentified races, these are all low-probability cases. If you encounter one, it is best to ask for clarification.

Thomas thought for a while. Although he immediately rejected the idea of ​​directly explaining his actual experience, it still took him a lot of brainpower to come up with a convincing explanation.

“I’ll explain it all at once. First, regarding race, you can just call my race ‘Saiyan.’ As for characteristics…” He took his tail off his waist and let it sway in the air, “It’s this tail.”

“My people and I are not many, and we are mostly working for certain people. Then one day, our boss took a dislike to us and made us all unemployed. Since then, we have been wandering around until today.”

—It seems that the Saiyan's actual experience is similar to the story of the laid-off people drifting around that he made up?

“The clothes are issued as a set.” Tomat tugged at the collar of his combat suit, which was as elastic as rubber, and then pointed to the airship surrounded by medics who had just finished bandaging Nearl’s wounds. “That one too.”

"And this too." He tapped the combat capability detector on his face again. "I kept it for myself after I left the company. Any questions?"

Tomat's explanation seemed too vague to them, but they could all tell that he had worked for an organization, though they had never seen anything in Terra that matched the items around him, let alone the full picture of the organization.

"So, Mr. Thomas, you don't belong to any organization?"

Amiya?

Amiya's question immediately drew criticism from Dobermann, and Tomat understood why. After all, they had deliberately chosen a separate space for him instead of having the Doctor in the car, precisely because they were wary of him and worried that he might directly attack important personnel. They also wanted to ascertain his true intentions.

Amiya raised this question before he had fully explained his background, which made Doberman somewhat worried, because asking such a question was tantamount to recruiting her to join him.

“It’s alright, Instructor Dobermann.” Amiya smiled and nodded to Dobermann, her ears wobbling adorably, but her expression was very composed, not at all like a child who should be enjoying the joys of childhood at this age. “The Chernobog disaster has disrupted your peaceful life, which you have been wandering around. However, if you don’t have a job, you can try working at Rhodes Island.”

“I agree. Even if we don’t come to work, just being a customer is a necessary way for us to repay the kindness we’ve shown. We can’t let the people who helped us continue to wander.” Lin Guang added from the side. “Besides, after experiencing a natural disaster, you need to have a full physical examination, don’t you? And who knows, you might even find someone of your kind here.”

"If you're offering me accommodation, then I really need to thank you. But aren't you a pharmaceutical company? I don't have any related technical skills. Am I supposed to be a security guard?" Although he made it clear that the other party wouldn't ask him to do any technical work, Tomat still responded with a sarcastic remark, "Although I don't think a pharmaceutical company would have so many armed personnel."

Natural disasters bring Originium, which in turn brings various technologies. These technologies drive development, but they also bring infections. People will reject, oppress, and hate each other because of whether or not they are infected, along with all sorts of commonplace reasons for conflict. Terra is in this state. Through conversations along the way, he has already gained a fairly good understanding of the general situation of this world.

There were similar civilizations among those he had encountered, but he didn't have the leisure to delve into them back then. The only reason he came into contact with those civilizations was because of Frieza's orders, which weren't even directly assigned.

"If all we had to do was offer flowers, how many people would be willing to take up arms? It's just the way things are these days." Amiya smiled as she spoke in a calm tone that belied her age. "And we hope to change that."

"Change the situation..."

Tomat also considered changing the situation he was in.

Then he failed, and failed miserably. He did possess great power, but it was also so insignificant that he was powerless to resist. So much so that during his wanderings, he wondered if he had been eliminated by one world and thrown into another. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived the explosion of a planet and ended up in an unknown place where his location couldn't even be traced.

"Our ship is now within visual range, about five kilometers away."

The sound coming from the driver's cab interrupted Tomat's thoughts.

"Open the window."

As Amiya spoke, she walked to the sealed window of the transport vehicle, deliberately leaving a gap for another person, indicating that Tomat should also come and take a look.

He stuck his head out.

The colossal creature, billowing with dust, raced across the vast land under the setting sun, casting a long, narrow shadow on the ground.

It was a mobile platform so small compared to the ruins of Chernobog that it could not be called a "mobile city-state".

But while it is small, it is also enormous enough to make the surrounding rocks and scattered ruins seem insignificant.

Amiya, however, said she wanted to make this thing, which was both small and huge, a force that could change the world.

"Amiya."

"What's wrong, Mr. Thomas?"

Thomas was silent for a moment, then said:

"Joining you... shouldn't require any exams or anything like that, right?"

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[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: Chapter Four: The Fatal Doctor

"Excuse me, excuse me! There's a wounded person here!"

The logistics personnel responsible for welcoming the Chernobyl Operations team in the lower decks of the Rhodes Island ship hurriedly dodged the medical personnel who were shouting and running around.

However, while they were preparing vehicles and supplies there, after watching these people push some regular wounded on wheeled stretchers, they saw two more scenes that left a deep impression on them.

One of them is Nearl, who was forcibly held down on a stretcher by Dobermann and Amiya, struggling and shouting, "I'm fine, I'm okay, don't waste supplies."

Secondly, they almost took what they thought was salvaged supplies, but upon closer inspection, they found a huge sphere inside with a serene ACE inside. This sphere was being carried on the shoulder of a strangely dressed man with a sharp hairstyle, with a dog-eared medical operator jogging behind him.

"There may be accidents during transport to the medical center after life support is interrupted, so please keep Mr. ACE inside until then. Thank you for your help with the transport!"

Even if someone could help move it, the hatch couldn't be opened without Tomat's control. It would be more convenient for him to be present. Besides, Nearl said he needed a medical check-up, since even Saiyans aren't immune to diseases, let alone alien diseases.

So people saw a person carrying a ball mingling among the medical personnel moving through the emergency passages of the Rhodes Island ship, heading aggressively straight for the infirmary.

The roads were intricate and complicated, but fortunately, there were clear signs and someone to guide them. After moving up a few floors, they arrived at a clean and tidy area. Although the memory of this area was almost vague, its layout reminded him of the activity halls in modern hospitals, which were filled with various eye-catching flowers and plants.

However, there were no patients exercising or waiting in line to register here, as if the place had been cleared out in advance for today.

Upon arrival, another group of smartly dressed medical staff emerged from the lobby, took over stretchers, and pushed them to various examination rooms.

ACE was immediately taken over by a green-haired woman with animal ears. Under her watchful eye, Tomat used the airship's remote control to open the hatch, remove the life support devices, and then quickly moved to the operating room with the red light on. To his surprise, the entire process did not raise any questions about Tomat's affairs.

"By the way, the medical examination room is also nearby. You can leave your things here for now and come back to pick them up later. We will take good care of them for you."

The medical operative who had been leading the way brought out a form and pointed Tomat in the right direction—he could understand all the text on the form.

Upon arriving at the medical examination room, whether by luck or for some other reason, there were only a few doctors waiting on duty, and no other patients who had come for medical examinations. It seemed that because they had some free time, none of them sat at the examination table, but stood casually in the room chatting with each other.

"Leave emergency surgeries to Kal'tsit and the others. A large number of action team members who need testing won't be arriving until later, so let's discuss other matters before then." The silver-haired girl, whose face was even paler than her medical coat, seemed to be their leader. "For example, regarding the anesthesia dosage we discussed last time, after much deliberation on the bridge, I think we should increase the dosage by three hundred times..."

Are you going to tranquilize the whale?

As soon as he entered, he heard some strange words, which prompted Tomat to mutter a sarcastic remark.

"Ah, we were talking about the anti-giant infection biological anesthetic reagent plan!! It's definitely not targeting Operator Scar..." Someone suddenly spoke from behind, startling the silver-haired girl. But after turning around and seeing the form in Tomat's hand, she immediately composed herself, coughed, and said calmly, "What? They're here for a checkup."

The girl, whose name tag read "Warfarin," sized up Thomas for a moment before continuing:

"Have operators become so unrestricted with their personalized outfits lately? You can't even see their insignia anymore. Are they members of the Guard Team?"

"I'm just an outsider who was introduced here for a medical check-up. My name is Thomas." As he introduced himself, he handed the form in his hand to Warfarin.

“I see, it says on the form… wait, Saiyans, a race I’ve never heard of. Their recent contact with Originium was… in the Chernobog Disaster Zone? Looks like we really need to check them.” Leaving an unfamiliar race with little documentation to the other medical staff present was obviously risky. Warfarin, who considered herself—and indeed was the most experienced—with a sense of responsibility mixed with a certain amount of curiosity, had Thomas accompany her for the examination. “Come with me. Let’s start with a simple blood test. You’re not afraid of needles, are you?”

Upon entering a relatively enclosed cubicle with a curtain, Thomas stretched out his arm, relaxed his muscles and breath defenses, and allowed Warfarin to draw a small tube of blood from a bulging vein for testing.

She then used a dropper to take a small drop, mixed it with the Originium Reaction Reagent in a petri dish, and then observed it under a microscope.

After taking one look, she changed to a new petri dish, mixed the mixture again, and observed it once more.

After that, she changed to a new bottle of reaction reagent and continued to observe.

"Hmm..."

After the third time, she stopped observing the blood reaction, and instead touched her chin with one hand, half-closing her bright red eyes, humming as she looked at Tomat, who was now somewhat flustered.

"Am I infected?"

Thomas asked tentatively, and the other person observed him repeatedly, finally looking at him with a meaningful expression, as if afraid that the next thing he would say was, "Eat as much as you want to eat during this time."

“No, that’s not it. It’s just that the situation might be a bit complicated. Would you be willing to cooperate with further examination, sir?” Warfarin asked seriously, and got up to walk to a cabinet containing various equipment.

"of course can."

Warfarin's answer relieved him; it seemed it wasn't a big problem.

"One more question, sir, you shouldn't be afraid of needles, since the next needle is a little different from the previous ones."

Warfarin opened the cabinet and took out the equipment needed for the next treatment with a clattering sound.

"No, it's just a needle, how could I possibly..."

Thomas's natural response was met with a slightly amused laugh from Warfarin.

"That's good."

Then Warfarin turned around with a smile, holding a "syringe" that was as thick as an arm and had an overall structure like a pile driver.

"...Fear?"

Only then did Tomat utter the last two words in a voice barely audible.

"I need enough blood for further tests, about 20 liters. With me here, you won't die."

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[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: Chapter 5 The Unscrupulous Merchant and the Rhodes Island Steward

"Just kidding." After Thomas wondered if he had misunderstood the definition of a syringe, Warfarin smiled, put the pile driver-like thing aside, and continued, "Just kidding."

"I knew it..."

The doctor's sense of humor isn't a bad thing; at least it really made Tomat relax a lot.

"Actually, it's a larger syringe."

The next moment, she pulled out a pumping "syringe" from somewhere, as thick as a thigh, which could be described as a water pump.

"What?"

"Okay, just kidding, you only need about 200 milliliters."

This time, Warfarin finally produced a large syringe that most people would refuse or be afraid of—but at least this time it was a proper medical tool.