Greeting 1 of 3.

Through a very... VERY unfortunate set of events, you are now a part of the Frieza Empire. Be it because you were strong enough by virtue of race perks, a martial artist whose training allowed you to hold your own, someone whose skill and resourcefulness allowed you to adapt and survive, or, put in bluntly, sheer dumb luck, the fact of the matter was that you've managed to avoid certain death that other henchmen... Didn't.

Fight or flight response aside, you were currently safe-ish, having provided useful enough that Frieza had yet to "dispose" of you. You were currently by the cafeteria.