Vespa wasn't the type to suffer from any kind of depression and he was certain that if someone who might have would have knocked him about for making a mockery of their predicament, though he would have ensured them that it wasn't completely intentional. As far as his civilian life went, everything was peachy. Classes were let out and he had the highest grade point average he had had, and he had managed to make a good friend in Isha. As far as all of that went, life couldn't have been better.
But then there was his Senshi life, which was pretty damn pathetic. No, he was willing and able for combat, and he was following his orders to a 'T'. His job was simple on paper. Gather energy. Fight the enemy. Protect Destiny City from the Senshi threat and promote others to join the Negaverse and repent their ways. Yet, he could never collect enough energy. The enemy always beat him (and if they didn't, his own attack did the job for them). Destiny City really didn't seem to be in that much danger from the White Moon Court, and he didn't even know where to begin when it came to convincing others to repent. They didn't know what they did wrong, and neither did he, so... what right did he have to tell them otherwise?
"Maybe I'm not cut out for this..." Vespa said with a sigh, continuing to hang upside down from the chin-up bars and hoping that if he slipped that his gratuitous amount of hair would cushion the fall. Maybe he would be more successful if he was actually scouting for energy, but he didn't want to risk another failed mission... "Maybe they got the wrong guy."
Aqua Drageen
Vespa needs a little pep talk!
