Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

The blood-drawing trip, full of twists and turns, ended with Warfarin, who, with a lingering expression, placing the still-warm blood into the medical refrigerator.

However, even after leaving the consultation room, he was still thinking about why Warfarin had put those things in the cabinet.

"You are in good health. Of course, I will notify you of any new findings from subsequent tests."

This was Warfarin's medical advice to Thomas before he left.

"It's good that you're not infected... Now." Back in the hall, people were gradually moving around. These were all people with minor injuries who would be able to move again after some treatment. Some medical staff were also with them, helping with some simple rehabilitation exercises. "Where's my spaceship? Where did my big spaceship go?"

"You mean that ball from before? I thought it was some kind of new treatment pod."

The speaker was the silver-haired, animal-eared woman who had brought ACE into the clinic earlier. She also had her name tag pinned to her chest, making it easily recognizable.

"Kal'tsit, Rhodes Island...medical staff."

Even so, she introduced herself and extended her hand, and Thomas came forward and grasped her soft hand, which was colder than he had imagined.

"Tomat".

“I’ve heard about what happened. Thank you for your help to our operator. Your vehicle has excellent life support and treatment capabilities. In fact, when it arrived, ACE’s vital signs had already returned to a relatively stable state. We only did some simple treatment here, and we believe he will wake up soon.”

She expressed her gratitude in a calm tone and expression, then released the other person's hand, clenched her fist after withdrawing it, and said:

"It's the hand of a strong person, but not like that of a warrior."

The ambiguous statement made Tomat hesitate, but Kal'tsit then added:

“Please don’t mind it, it’s just a feeling of regret, and I should know where your vehicle was taken.” Kal’tsit pointed in a direction for Tomatt, “You can try looking in the purchasing department near the warehouse area. There’s a technology research and development workshop there, or if not there, it’s near a storefront called ‘Kroos’s Shop’.”

“Why in a place like that?” Thomas asked.

“Because before you came, Kroos asked me if I had seen any big, white spheres around here. Amiya or the Doctor probably told her about it,” Kal'tsit explained, her expression unusually helpless. “It’d better hurry. Although she should be able to put the dismantled parts back together, there’s no guarantee that something will be missing.”

But after hearing these words, Tomat hesitated to go in the direction she pointed out. Instead, he slowly took out the airship's remote control and started banging on it.

Before long, the airship flew through the passageway and returned to his side from somewhere, bringing back a free gift—a black-haired girl who was clinging to the airship and had been securely tied to it with an industrial rope.

Underneath the loose-fitting factory worker uniforms was an equally oversized white shirt, with various tools hanging from the waist and in the pockets. It was hard to imagine that the person using these professional tools was a young girl whose hands didn't even have a single callus.

"Kal'tsit... Dr. Kal'tsit! You saw that! I was just about to study this thing, but it suddenly took off." Kroos's expression showed no panic, but rather overflowing excitement. "Yes! It took off! Not to mention that such a manned device can be miniaturized to this extent, and without any propellant propulsion, this is a huge revolution in vehicle propulsion systems! It almost hit someone when it came here, probably because the automatic guidance function is not yet perfect! Give me time, and I will definitely be able to fully analyze its structure, including that excellent life support device!"

"Cough cough!"

Thomas coughed loudly as he watched Kroos talking incessantly to Kal'tsit about her ambitions, interrupting her plans for making money.

"The disturbance in the medical area and the unauthorized dismantling of other people's private property—it seems I can reject your application for additional procurement funds this month," Kal'tsit said calmly. Then, ignoring the completely petrified Kroos, she said to Thomas, "You can park it in the vehicle bay on the lower level, and please don't use this...remote control function if necessary, because it's still dangerous to run amok inside Rhodes Island."

She added:

"By the way, the previous introduction wasn't entirely comprehensive. I'm also one of Rhodes Island's top administrators, so don't be surprised that I, as a medical staff member, could deduct her bonus. It wasn't intentional on my part to hide it; after all, everyone would have found out sooner or later..."

"The manager? Then who was the previous doctor?" Thomas asked.

“He’s one of them too, but it looks like it will take him quite a while to fully recover.” She explained the Doctor’s condition before looking at Kroos.

"Yeah, I was just showing him around the procurement process, he's completely forgotten everything from before." Kroos hurriedly untied the ropes binding the airship, her voice still carrying the resentment she felt when she received the punishment notice earlier. "By the way, you're the owner of this airship? The other equipment looks interesting too. If you nod, the development team will be very happy to start studying it, and I can give you a special discount when you come to purchase... But you don't seem to be an operator yet?"

Based on what Tomat knew about Rhodes Island, it seemed that many non-outside personnel like him, without any affiliation, had joined them. Those with unique weaponry or technology were usually thoroughly studied by the development team or directly recruited as relevant technical personnel.

When I asked Amiya about it in the car, she replied that "a certain level of education is necessary but not necessary; everything depends on actual performance."

Incidentally, Amiya said these words with a concerned expression—and Tomat, who hadn't held a pen for over a decade, didn't seem to have any grounds to remove this label from himself.

"I've already accepted Amiya's offer, so I'll join Rhodes Island. People have to eat, you know."

Kal'tsit gave a not-so-obvious but rather standard professional smile: "I wish you a smooth start to your new job. The HR staff will be conducting a series of tests, so don't be too nervous, but good luck though."

"So, does that mean I can take his things apart and study them?"

Overjoyed, Kroos tried to pounce on him again as soon as she untied the ropes.

Nobody said that.

[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: Chapter Six: Information Entry

Although she looked reluctant, Kroos still brought in a trolley-like automated transport vehicle to help Tommat transport the airship to Rhodes Island's vehicle storage area. With Kal'tsit's warning, she wouldn't be able to openly touch the airship for at least a short time.

In reality, after arriving on Terra, Tomat didn't feel he had any need for interstellar travel. If he were to fly within the atmosphere, his speed wouldn't be slower than an airship, and he wouldn't mind if the other party could disassemble and reassemble it.

However, he didn't need to bestow too many favors upon others, as doing so would only bring him more unpredictable trouble. It should be a give-and-take situation. Just as he learned about Terra by rescuing ACE and gained a place to stay and a trusted force in return, if he were to give them an airship—an object of immeasurable value to that civilization—what should they offer in return?

There was no real loss for Tomat, but the other party might feel that this was an exceptionally important token of trust.

Even if maintaining a friendly relationship is necessary for the sake of mutual benefit, such overly strong goodwill is still premature. After all, his current level of goodwill towards the Rhodes Island group is only slightly greater than that towards the Reunion Movement he has encountered before.

Claiming to be a pharmaceutical company does not necessarily mean one is a healer, just as Frieza claims to be a legitimate businessman but would never prioritize integrity.

But Amiya's earlier remarks in the car, which touched on his past regrets, still left a knot in his heart.

Arriving at the personnel department reception desk inside Rhodes Island, the ship's large size allowed ample space to accommodate various independent testing rooms. In the reception hall, there were also a few people dressed in different clothes, and without exception, they all had various animal characteristics, some with a furry appearance like orcs or a lizard-like physique.

The presence of these people made Tomat's attire seem less out of place, but their expressions piqued Tomat's curiosity.

Entering with a confident look, leaving with a mournful expression, and those who were frightened by these mournful people and had no choice but to nervously queue in front of different testing rooms.

"Hello, are you here for the operator recruitment test? You must be the one Dr. Kal'tsit mentioned earlier, right?"

As mentioned before, Kal'tsit smoothed things over for Tomat. Although it's unclear how she described herself, the receptionist recognized Tomat when it was his turn in line.

"To protect your privacy, please go to the designated cubicle and fill out your objective resume and employment preferences under the guidance of a specialist." The receptionist guided Tomat with professional instructions, but added as Tomat turned around, "By the way, Dr. Warfarin has already entered your medical examination form in advance, so you don't need to fill in the relevant information."

However, compared to the friendly and helpful receptionist, the person who was responsible for guiding the filling out of the objective resume was not so patient.

Simple information can be filled out without guidance, such as name, gender, age, and height. However, when Tomat started writing about combat experience, the hooded, horned instructor immediately stopped him, saying, "I know you passionate young people all aspire to join the workforce as combatants, but don't write down how you killed a lone Originium Bug when you were a kid as combat experience."

Is there something wrong with what I filled out?

"Twelve years! How old are you to claim you have twelve years of combat experience?"

"But I have indeed been involved in battles since I was six years old... Well, it's not really a battle in a one-sided situation."

The other party's fierce criticism made Tomat start thinking about his armed conflicts other than infighting among his own kind or fighting among his peers—but if judged by the standard of "combat," it seemed that there weren't many particularly difficult tasks.

“No child soldier goes to the battlefield at the age of six,” the instructor continued. However, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered someone who liked to fill out their resume haphazardly, so he was somewhat patient. “Of course, it doesn't matter if you fill in twelve years, because there are other tests waiting for you afterward. The test content is arranged according to your resume. If you fill in these, you'll be the one suffering. Even after the tests are over, the personnel team will investigate your background to ensure the accuracy of your resume. Just write it honestly.”

Generally, when this statement is made, most test takers will request a new form to fill out again. However, Thomas did not correct it immediately as he expected, but instead continued to fill in other information.

"Another guy who refuses to change his resume for the sake of saving face," the instructor thought. Seeing Tomat's conflicted expression, he was even more certain that Tomat would be one of those who left the testing center in tears.

However, what troubled him was how to fill in the "professional expertise" section.

Genocide?

Sweep operation?

Demolition by blasting?

It seems like only the last one is somewhat reliable, but he doesn't think Rhodes Island would assign jobs based on such expertise.

"Oh, specialization? Don't worry, just fill in anything. One operator filled in tractor driving as her specialization, but we won't actually send her to the battlefield in a tractor," the instructor explained. "However, if you write less of the stuff that will make us lose our hair, the HR operators will thank you."

Ultimately, Tomat settled on "explosives use" as his specialization. After all, the people here seemed to be able to use Originium Arts attacks similar to gas blasts. Talulah, who had attacked Chernobog earlier, had used a similar technique. Although the principles were different, using this name should be able to intimidate people.

"Wow, more serious than I expected. And we really need people skilled in using explosives." The unexpected professional expertise surprised the instructor who received the resume. "By the way, what kind of weapon do you use? An Originium explosive launcher, or simply throw it by hand? Or do you pre-lay booby traps to carry out an explosive ambush?"

"Use your hands, though your feet and mouth will do too."

Tomat stretched out his hands and said to the instructor who looked at him with a "you're kidding me" expression.

—Tomat's objective resume—

[Code Name] None available.

[Gender] Male

[Combat Experience] Twelve years

Place of origin: Unknown

Birthday: Unknown

[Race] Saiyan

Height: 178cm

【Age】18 years old

[Status of Origin-related Disease Infection] While routine medical test reports cannot be used as a reference, the individual can be confirmed as non-infected.

[Objective resume]

Tomat, an unidentified foreign armed man whose ethnicity and other details are unclear, claims to have previously worked for a business organization and is currently unemployed.

He was recruited while assisting in the rescue of Rhodes Island operators in Chernobog. He can perform flying Originium Arts with unknown principles and claims to be an expert in demolition.

The simple, objective resume was put into the personnel file by the personnel officer, but it was soon taken over by someone else.

These hands belonged to Kal'tsit, but her expression was not as calm as when she had asked Tomat to apply for the job; instead, she frowned with unusual seriousness.

Holding another blood test report, she compared the two files, then whispered to a quiet corner:

"Hong, stick close to him."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

My new book has only been published for a short time, and I feel a bit uneasy looking at my results, especially compared to those who write Arknights fanfiction and still achieve better results with the same word count.

But then I thought about it, and realized that if I spend an hour every day worrying about "why there aren't more favorites, votes, or comments," and I'm not focused on writing, constantly checking the backend to see if there are any new posts or if the number of favorites has increased, it's like wasting the time it would take to update a chapter (my personal speed is about 2000 words per hour). It wastes time, ruins my mood, and I don't get to update anything. Readers also have nothing to read, and I have fewer opportunities to showcase my content. So I decided to adjust myself.

Perhaps it's because my readers prefer to read quietly, so I was a little worried that my writing was too boring and not even worth commenting on, since I was expecting a lot of comments and criticisms. But actually, the fact that it "allows readers to read quietly" is a kind of recognition.

Thank you for taking the time to read these musings after finishing the article. The Saiyan story in Terra has not yet officially begun, so please look forward to what comes next.

[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: Chapter Seven: Warlock (Physical)

Using weapons to launch Originium explosives that cause physical damage is called blasting.

Using the body or other tools to unleash various impacts of Originium Arts is called magic.

With the right tools and systematic training, one can successfully perform both explosive and spellcasting maneuvers.

However, "using the body to launch a magical attack" is something only infected individuals can do.

If the instructors hadn't immediately contacted Warfarin and repeatedly confirmed that Tomat was not infected, he probably would have been given a severe dressing-down.