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Post by Levlidian on Dec 9, 2016 18:23:14 GMT
 "It looks nothing like the image said it would," Snarled the beast. Levlidian sighed irritably at the horde of metallic parts he'd arranged about the lawn, arms folded and leaning about the wall to the enormous Mansion he'd hardly looked forward to what came next. "So much for a challenge," he mused and adverted to stride on towards the rotund shell standing a good Ten times his size. "You'd think they'd deliver it whole," another sigh. He hadn't exactly asked for permission but the Saiyan somehow figured Hinawa wouldn't mind he borrowed the enormous yard she boasted at her home. It was today that he had expected the delivery of his Spaceship, however he hadn't any idea that they'd direct the parts unto him without assembly, "Damn you capsule Corp," he growled. With that he saw no more reason to whine and began, grasping a wrench and taking a heavy sheet of steel; he began. Long hours passed, the sun set in the distance and in replacement of the parts now sat a hollow shell of a ship poised upon its legs, the long set of stairs sat to allow entry within whilst a pair of legs hung from the hem of the engine. It was a circular, dome like creation boasting no colouration besides its metallic shine. The legs sat beneath it as a crabs might, creaking with each adjustment of his form. Slowly, he emerged and lowered the sheet acting as the floor with ease. With a loud crash, it sounded the admittance to its weight and Lev' stood, oil occupied his forehead and bare arms whilst his bare chest betrayed a sodden, dust ridden essence. "Easy assembly my Kami's Arse," upon direction down a layer of stairs he snatched up the blue prints from the grass. Luckily it had been a relatively clear day, tossing the tool aside to join his messy pile of said tools, he'd extend the overly broad papers and begin to read possessively. "Alright, the oxygen feed is done, I've layered the heating and electrical circuits so now I need to fit the pod with its Gravity system. A frown appeared, luckily he'd brought his own Gravity system from home to install; yet it was hardly an aspect he'd looked forward to repeating. Striding on inside, and acquiring himself the capsule in which it retained its form. Levlidian soon clapped the top and tossed it inside followed by a loud roar of anger; "Damnit!" It hadn't gone to plan, now, as dawn approached the young Saiyan sat within the ship hidden beneath a large robust panel of wires and forges steel reconnecting the items. Seemingly he'd forgotten the spec' of his model of Gravity Machine was much older than the ship, it's height didn't match thus he had to make alterations and the mechanics involved weren't compatible upon further inspection. It had taken more time than he'd have liked but the exhausted male finally reconnected the instruments and drew from beneath the machine. "I hate this," he mumbled, "Tinkering is one thing but re-learning the intricacy of Physics and advanced mechanics isn't what i'd call fun," Aside him lay a number of books outlining the various alterations he'd indulged in. Dragging himself further out, the beast rounded on the Gravity Machine and simply flipped it off; "You better work after this," he snarled. Stomping down the stairs he'd exit upon the lawn once more and storm for the design papers, dragging them up he'd begin reading and preparing for what came next. he stood in the middle of Hinawa's lawn, bare to his waist, filthy and looking about as irritable as a hungry Bear; before and about him lat tools, parts and everything needed to develop this ship here and now. Unfortunatly there was little room for anything else, nothing could possibly go wrong with this scene. Right? PL: 500 Powerlevel reduced via Power Setting. |
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Post by Callion on Dec 11, 2016 21:15:01 GMT
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An island north of most of the pockets of earthling civilizations. The air on this island was cold and crisp, drawing forth a body's urge to remain heated. The clouds overhead were gray and ominous. Another feature of this island was its shocking lack of plant life. Callion had known that some parts of the Earth weren't as green as others, but these highlands had still managed to surprise him.
Callion wandered the new section of the planet that he had called home. The cold air felt nice against his tanned skin. And the lack of plant life was strangely appealing. Mt. Frappe was impressive due to its great height, but these "Yunzabit Highlands", as the human called them had a different sort of appeal to them.
This planet had taught him that the sensation of cold wasn't exclusive to nighttime and that it wasn't always so harsh and unforgiving.
Suddenly, the sound of someone cursing filled Callion's trained ears. Looking around for a moment, Callion decided to slowly closed his eyes trying to discern the source of the noise.
Northwest.
Turning his body, he would begin to slowly approach that direction, eyes open and scanning the path forward.
As he trekked forward, more sounds of a man cursing could be heard. His bulging black gym bag kept thumping into his hip with each step. The ends of his waistband bobbed up and down with each step across the permafrosted grass. A soft crunch could be heard with each step of the young warrior's red boots. Callion instinctively lowered his power as he moved forward, dropping it to about one, in the hopes that eh could be mistaken for a small animal by anyone who didn't bother to use their eyes. The weighted power dampeners on Callion's felt heavier as the tension grew.
Eventually, Callion found himself hidden amongst a bunch of bushes, making sure to stay low. Peeking his head over the line of foliage, Callion saw what looked to be a lawn of some sorts in front of a nice looking house, by his standards. On said lawn was a mostly unfinished spaceship and a pile of tools lying on the ground. Standing in the center of the lawn, was what looked to be a tall muscular figure reading from some loose pieces of paper in his hands. Callion took note of how imposing the figure looked, although he wasn't able to read power levels he had no idea how strong or weak the figure was. But that hardly mattered, the man in question seemed upset about something. Piecing together the scene before him, Callion assumed that the man was having trouble putting together the ship. Callion's eyes filled with pity.
Standing up straight, Callion would approach the man slowly, making sure to clear his throat loudly, since he wanted the man to be aware of his presence.
"Um...hello! My name is Callion." Callion began speaking in a friendly tone. His black sleeveless gi and matching pants felt a bit itchy, and his red short sleeved undershirt soaked up a bit of nervous sweat from the young warrior's body. What if this man was a remorseless killer? A little too late to worry about that now.
"I was just passing through, and I heard the sounds of frustration you made, and then I saw your ship," Callion gestured to the unfinished vessel, "and was wondering if you would like some help with building it. I have some experience with putting shops together."
Callion recalled how he had learned to fix a ship and shuttered. Thinking of that hellish planet had always given him jitters.
Callion ceased his shuddering and gave the man another friendly smile. His sword lay sheathed on his back. Callion wished he had put it away before approaching the man. Having weapons strapped to your back wasn't exactly the nicest way of greeting someone.
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Dec 11, 2016 22:25:30 GMT
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BUILDING WAS NEVER A SOCIAL ENDEAVOR
Alrighty. It was time for take two. Capper had now enhanced his ship's gas tanks to hold much more fuel, and had found an alternative fuel that could burn for longer. He only filled up the tanks a tad though, as he didn't want to waste the valuable fuels that would have to bring him all the way to Vegeta. Once again flying above the atmosphere and in the starry cosmos above, Capper looked down at the earth beneath him through a glass part of the floor below him he had recently installed. He was never going to get over this world's raw beauty. Once again caught in his stargazing, alarms began to buzz inside the ship. Oh crapbaskets- The Aurora was almost out of fuel! Maybe he should have brought some backup canisters of that black oil... Switching the ship to a leisurely flying pace to conserve fuel, the vessel dove back down through the atmosphere, being coated with bright flames before diving down into the clouds below. Stabilizing the landing path and making sure the landing gear was out, Capper spotted a snowy island nearby. The land there was rather flat, and it would make a perfect landing spot! Sucking in his breath, the ship would howl and descend, soaring right over Levlidian and Callion before landing on the ground, gracefully and slowly coming to a stop near the two saiyans.Capper took a moment to catch his breath. Did he do it? Was he alive? Was the Aurora okay? Taking a moment to make sure he was in one piece and doing a system scan on his ship to make sure it was all together, Capper let out a sigh of relief when it seemed that he had successfully landed his large ship. The fifty foot long vessel exhausted some steam as it lowered down somewhat, a walkway flipping open from the bottom for the saiyan to exit.Trotting out of the ship to go check on the gas tanks and switch the pipes to the emergency fuel, Capper was climbing up the wing of the ship when he caught eye of two humanoids behind him on a lawn, bare of some of the flecks of snow here and there. One seemed to be having trouble with some papers and a spaceship... Tilting his head before hopping off his ship, the spaceship mechanic hesitantly gave the two a quick wave. One man, according to his Scouter, only had a power level of one! Capper figured he was most likely suppressing his power with his luck, and the other man had a power level of five hundred. Neat. Trotting over to the two, Capper overheard the man in red asking if he could help the other apparent human with his building his spaceship. Capper eyed the man's vessel- it didn't seem to high tech compared to his Aurora... Putting it together would be child's play for the overconfident technician!
"Hiya!" Capper greeted, forcing a meek smile. These two looked kind of gruff and scary... But he wouldn't discriminate! "I, uh, hate to barge in, but I couldn't help but to notice that someone's having trouble building a spaceship!" Capper put his hands on his hips, his smile becoming somewhat more confident. "Lucky for you, I am an engineer, proficient with robotics and spacecraft designs. You see that beauty over there?" He cocked his head in the direction of his ship, the Aurora. "That's the Aurora- I made her from the ground up! If you'd like, I can lend you my aid with this wee vessel's construction~" Capper spoke, his smile becoming meek once again. His offer now stood- he loved any chance to show of his skills as a mechanic. The saiyan was more than willing to give some help to a troubled stranger now, like so many of his friends did for him. He was leaving Earth very soon, so the engineer decided to make a good last impression! |
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 12, 2016 21:51:57 GMT
Shock filled the young Saiyan's complexion as he peered from his notes to be faced with two souls, one seemed relatively young in comparison to the other and yet words were stolen from the man. "H-Huh?" they'd both seemingly turned up to aid him with his work, odd, he'd never been subject to such well meaning Saiyan's, aye he saw their tails and was all but ready to defend himself until the one with the sword set it down. "Help?" still a tad shocked, he placed the notes down and turned to face them with a broad grin. The shorter lad seemed quite sure of himself whilst the other seemed more or less just helpfully inclined.
"I could honestly do with it, this is entirely different to building a Gravity Chamber," with a motion of his right paw, the beast tapped his plans. "I have the outlay here but several pieces of it don't make sense, if the two of you don't mind taking a look. I'd appreciate it," Hm, two more Saiyan's outside his friends house, glancing for the large door he'd apply his left hand to the bottom of his mane and scratch idly. He wasn't sure how Hinawa would react to this, the woman had never been very fond of his species but surely she'd see it as less of an issue and more of a chance to make friends.
"Shrimp," he pointed out Capper with a chuckle, "You've done this before? Maybe you can give us some hints for the future-," as gestured he peered after the ship that had transported him, openly he gawked and then flared a look to Capper once again, "-by the Kai's you BUILT that? I'm impressed little man," slowly he'd feed the obsidian gaze back to Call' and motioned to the parts, "I reckon we have our brains for the operation so why not give me a hand shifting these heavy loads whilst he guides us?"
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Post by Callion on Dec 13, 2016 13:14:02 GMT
The young warrior placed both his gym bag and sheathed sword down by the bushes he had emerged from.
He was about to ask the man what the first order of business should be when the sound of an approaching ship snatched his attention.
Callion looked at the Aurora with reverence as it descended. His flat black hair blew in the breeze created by the ship's graceful descent. The ship was massive and expertly crafted. Callion had to know who built this magnificent vessel. Then who Callion assumed to be the pilot emerged and Callion was very impressed, and mildly intimidated. The man's appearance seemed very goofy and non-threatening, but Callion was always of foes. He had no way of sensing energy so for all that he knew, this man was leagues above him in terms of strength.
The new arrival was clearly Saiyan due to the tail that flicked behind him. Speaking of tails...
Unbeknownst to him, Callion's own shaggy brown tail was twirling behind him, the young warrior having forgotten to have slipped it into his waistband. Callion gave the new arrival a small wave before he listened to the Saiyan's introduction and qualifications. Callion's eyes widened once the man had explained that he had built his beautiful ship all by himself.
Callion gave the smaller man a low bow, and said plainly "Thank you for your help, sir." Always be polite, was one of Callion's creeds.
Callion agreed with the older man that the new arrival should be the brains of the operation. Callion was a novice ship builder at best. This man was clearly a professional. Callion smiled happily as he did as directed, and moved over to the parts to do some of the heavy lifting, grabbing a large and heavy piece of metal with dubious purpose, and holding it over his head.
"Where does this go?" Callion asked, not really asking one of them in particular. The young warrior expected that both of them knew the answer.
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 14, 2016 22:49:04 GMT
"Uh, not sure yet," levlidian grinned and applied his hand unto the length of his thick Saiyan mane, "perhaps we should consult the manuals here?" Levlidian turned his attention unto the papers at his disposal, it outlined very complexed designs in which he could hardly understand but, it wasn't impossible. "Put it by that wall-," he jabbed a thumb beside the ships shell, "reckon we'll nee dit in a moment after we get these electronics installed," turning on his heel, the animal strode to uptake a small set of thin wire instruments.
"Could you grab that solder for me Callion, Capper could take a look at the instructions and see if there are any measures that he could improve on. for now, climb in here with me and we'll start attaching some wires to the console I started to install. Figured we may as well combine everything in through the Gravity console; that way when we install the flight console it'll act as a router, less work," Lev' wandered on and climbed the stairs inside his ship, lowering himself, he'd peel the front panel free and push his arms inside.
Once he had done, a loud sizzling sound emitted whilst he grasp several wires then began to attach the wire he held to the bulky transformer, "Callion, you seem like a swordsman," he called, "What made you want to take that up, brother Saiyan,"
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Post by Callion on Dec 15, 2016 5:27:21 GMT
Callion waited patiently while the older man directed him.
The key to good work ethic is the ability to follow directions well.
Callion wasn't sure who he was quoting, though he was sure that it was someone wise.
Callion quickly grabbed the tool as it was pointed out to him, and passed it to the older man. The young warrior seemed to be very eager to make a good impression as a worker.
Callion turned and placed the large hunk of metal against the wall with surprising gentleness. Callion then continued on with his helping, assisting Lev in installing the electronics.
Callion seemed to have a fair amount of knowledge regarding what he was doing, as he never crossed the wires incorrectly and seemed to know which wires did what almost naturally.
Callion was so at ease performing this task that he began to whistle quietly to himself. It was a tuneless whistle though it sounded a bit pleasant to the young warrior's own ears.
Once the wire work was complete, Callion stood ready, hands crossed in front of his crotch area, awaiting further orders with expectation evident in his eyes. Then the man had asked him where he had picked up the desire to learn the way of the sword from. A small grin came over Callion's face as he was about to answer before the man called him a Saiyan. Callion's face soured for a brief second before it returned to its neutral state.
"I uh..." Callion began to speak before faltering. Being called a Saiyan had really thrown him for a loop. "I am not a Saiyan per se...I prefer to be called a warrior, or just Callion if you do not mind. Being called that brings up...painful memories."
Callion's head tilted upward as he looked skyward. His thoughts seemed to be a thousand miles away. Suddenly, the young warrior would shake his head and look back to the older man, throwing a small smile onto his face.
"Sorry about that. But yes I do follow the path of the sword. My father had trained me quite feverously in the way of the sword since a young age, and the desire to learn more has followed my ever since. My father was quite good at drilling things into my memory."
Callion's smile seemed more genuine this time around, though one could note that there was a hint of sorrow in his black eyes.
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 15, 2016 20:37:57 GMT
Levlidian was upon a sheet to steel as Callion uttered his tragic words, having completed the initial development of combing the electrics he'd begun shuttering off some of the exposed wire meant to connect the piloting station. Everything wwas to be split into four rooms but at this stage; there was only one. Drawing back from the impact drill, he swept his knuckles across the length of his brow. "We all have them, Call', s'just the way fighters are. Tragedy spawns greatness or evil; depends on your own choices as to which you are,". regarding him with obsidian eyes, Levlidian soon peered away; "I get what you mean though, why throw away the name of your species though? Not all of us are quite as terrible as those Warmongers,"
"I came to Earth intending to level it with my power, it was what I had always done but something about this planet; it changes you. The people in it help as well-," he grins broadly, "The owner of this house was the one who convinced me otherwise. Now I protect it with every ounce of will power I have," Up taking the drill again, the young Saiyan finished his work; adverting to finally seal the exposed wires and rise, "Your Father a rotten piece of shit like mine was then?" he asked bluntly.
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Post by Callion on Dec 19, 2016 1:13:27 GMT
Callion nodded as the man offered him his advice. This fellow was quite wise, though Callion assumed that much from how rough and scarred the man was. Callion's ears perked as the man referred to him as "Call." He had never had a nickname before and to be truthful, he actually thought that the man was referring to someone else for a moment. He turned his head and looked behind him, expecting to see someone standing behind him, but then realized what had occurred and chuckled at his own foolishness. In response to the man's question as to why he'd throw away the name of his species, Callion would shrug. "I have never truly felt like a Saiyan. I am not casting off the name to offend the rest of your kind, rather I do it because I feel as though it is the most comfortable thing to do." Callion paused after those words left his lips. The epiphany had come so suddenly and spilled out fluently. Callion had taken another step toward truly understanding himself! Callion would continue to work on the wiring in tandem with the man, making sure everything was properly insulated, lest things start sparking and catching fire when this vessel began to heat up. As the man began to talk about how the planet had changed him for the better, Callion's smile took up his whole face. "It truly is a miraculous world." The young warrior would then reminisce about how different he was when he had initially found this planet as opposed to now. His wardrobe, outlook, and devotion to becoming stronger had all evolved so rapidly all because of this big blue ball! Once the man asked about his father and whether or not he was an arse, Callion would chuckle. "No. Well, now the answer is no. If you had asked me a few years ago I would have answered yes quite fervently. But now I see, that he was just trying to make me into the son he thought I was capable of being, and maybe I am being a bit optimistic in believing that, but...this planet changed me into a bit more of an optimist than I was before!"Callion would give the man a big toothy smile at that last remark, genuinely happy to be having this conversation.
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 20, 2016 0:40:26 GMT
"Hm, well that's a positive way of observing it. I'd suppose our Father's were different then," Levlidian proceeded to wipe his brow and exhale with irritation at the lowness the project progressed at. Wandering outside he'd seek a sheet of steel then call; "Callion could you grab me a sheet matching this and lay it opposite it. Might make this move a little faster," he had no idea why he'd even shouted, for as he finished the sentence he'd dragged the placement inside and began measuring it in order to prepare it for bolting. It was odd, he'd never really spoken of his family not even to Hinawa.
Turning, he observed Call's work, he was pretty good and had completd the other half of the ships base wiring, a grin appeared whilst he knelt upon the steel decking and chuckled; "You sure you're not familiar with this sort of thing?" he asked. as Callion was feeling, Lev' was reflecting it unknowingly. It had been nice to meet a new soul he didn't wish to test in commbat. perhaps finally that Saiyan blood lust was diminishing enough for him to focus on something a little more social. "It's weird how humans do that though, changing people born from worlds like ours into better men. Have you befriended many from this planet?"
Taking hold of the power drill, he'd slide it to Callion should he bring in the steel and motion for him to imitate what he was doing, placing the floor and preparing the latch that would lead to the section they were cutting off. "I mean, when I met the woman who lived here, I was completely different. probably how my Father would have liked; brutal, focused, yet now I feel more at peace but stronger than ever," It seemed his accomplice shared the same views, saw the same changes so it was confirmed this wasn't all in the young Saiyan's mind. This world really did have a spiritual ability about it and it wasn't some herald of something darker, still, it didn't sway Levlidian's paranoia about his inner animal that, even now, clawed at his minds inner sanctum.
"Do you use meditation, y'know, against those desires our blood lines carry? The will for combat and getting stronger?" he hoped he wasn't the only one that struggled so much.
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Post by Callion on Dec 24, 2016 19:48:50 GMT
Callion smiled at the older Saiyan's use of the term "positive" to describe his outlook. Callion had always figured he was more of a realist than an optimist, but perhaps he had been wrong. As the man asked him for his assistance, Callion immediately complied with a "Yes, sir!" Callion moved quickly, finding the sheet and lifting the sheet up in a series of seconds. His muscled flexed inside of his gi, as he performed the feat, and placed the sheet opposite of Lev's. Callion smiled at the man's praise of his wire work, though the man's question replaced his grin with a look of deep thought. A few moments later, Callion gave his answer. "I am sure. My skill in this field is at a complete amateur's level. I guess I am just good at following directions, and not complaining." Callion was trying to be humorous with his answer, though his tone of voice implied complete seriousness. As Lev once again brought up the strange power that Earthlings had in bringing out the best of Saiyans, Callion would nod wholeheartedly, but stopped when he asked if he had made a lot of friends. Callion thought about it for a moment, before thinking about the variety of people he had met. "Uh...I think...two and a half? I can not consider Mister Purika a friend, as he is more of a rival. Misters Hazerru and Ayumu though, they I would consider friends.Though I wonder if they feel the same," Callion answered sounding unsure, though his voice sounded honest. "Truth be told, I am not very good at making friends." Callion would shrug at his own self-deprecation. Callion caught the power drill as it slid toward him and began to drill his own sheet into place, not needing any prompting from his fellow shipbuilder. Though the drill was loud, Callion could still hear Lev's telling of his own interaction with the woman he kept referring to. He nodded in agreement with everything that the older Saiyan said, truly glad that he had found a kindred soul. As Lev asked how Callion handled the urges of his lineage, Callion would look to be in deep thought, before finally, he shrugged. "I have never truly had an overwhelming will for combat and strength, though I do meditate. I meditate so I may forget the harsh parts of the past, and simply keep the good memories going strong. That helps me look toward the future, and keep going forward."
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 25, 2016 0:33:33 GMT
"You meditate too?" asked Levlidian as he paused the work he advocated in to finish, leaning back from his poise the beast regarded Callion in a new light. This one was surely full of surprises and all of which pleased him, there was hope then. If a member of his race could supply himself with enough calm to never worry as he did, surely Levlidian could and this fact ignited a blooming smile about his lips. "Look to the future huh?" they were familiar words he'd used before. The weight he carried was a personalised one, logically he understood the ramifications of letting it poison him as it had been. However it made the preservation of the him that lay beneath it all no easier to withstand and fight for.
Slowly, he began to finish his work on the floor for a moment or two worth of silence, "How do you choose to fight?" he'd suddenly ask, altering the converse a little, "I fight as an animal might, muscle memory, beserking tendencies and with an fire like quality. How would you describe yours?". It was an unusual method but one the younG Saiyan found worked, to aptly switch the subject in order to perceive himself differently; it ended that depressing notion of self reflection. Drawing back, he'd finished the floor now and abruptly stood to step off the ridge and into the confines of the landing beneath. From beneath he began to test the strength fof the steel and bolting pecific positions in order to strengthen it further. After all, it had to sustain the weight of gravity changes.
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Post by Callion on Dec 28, 2016 5:10:45 GMT
Callion was a bit surprised at his own remark. Look toward the future? Where had that come from? Callion had spent so much of his life dreading the memories of the past. But then the young warrior had an epiphany. He was finally, as he had heard humans put it, "over it." The memories of his time in the academy and Kassava were now just dust-covered relics in his mind, meant to be looked at and immediately put off. Callion smiled. He truly had grown wiser during his time on this planet. The young warrior had been about to go back to work, deciding that he would work on the gravity manipulators when an idea came to his mind. Crossing his arms in front of his face, Callion shut his eyes. The young warrior pictured a red circle splitting in half, and Levlidian would be treated to the sight of a sort of transparent Callion taking emerging from the original's form, copying his stance. The copy slowly became more solid, until two Callions stood before the older Saiyan. The two Callions exited the stance and looked at each other nodding in confirmation before both of them floated into the air, heading to opposite ends of the ceiling and began to work on the wiring that would power the artificial gravity. Once the older Saiyan had asked how he fought, both Callions paused, before getting back to work. The one on the to Levlidian's left would answer, still focusing on his wiring. "I have no particular method of fighting, though I mostly don't fight to win. I mainly fight to avoid getting killed. No beserking, and nothing too flashy. Just basic Saiyan academy training, and a lot of improvisation."
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Dec 28, 2016 23:23:07 GMT
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Narrowing his eyes with his cheeks puffed out when Levlidian first put his attention on Capper, or "shrimp", as he called him. The little saiyan boy raised a finger to make a snarky remark back, but was taken somewhat aback when the fellow saiyan complimented his work on the Aurora. Shaking his head, Capper stood tall, speaking in a confident tone with his hands on his hips. "Pheh! Of course! The Aurora's got everything I need! She's got a lounge, dual rotor engines, and electrodynamic thrusters capable of breaking the atmosphere... I'm still working on the fuel conservation, though!" The saiyan spoke, wiping his nose and looking at the two saiyans. Nodding when Levlidian suggested that Capper led the two while they handled the dirty work. Sitting down, the spaceship mechanic picked up some blueprints for the ship lying on the ground, beginning to decipher it like code.
While Capper was investigating the blueprints, a lot seemed to occur while he was in the zone. Glancing up from the large paper when Callion mentioned that he preffered not to be called a saiyan- his own species, Capper raised a brow. Saiyans were the most prideful, and usually one of the most naturally powerful species in the galaxy- with the exception of some wealkings like Capper. Who wouldn't want to be one of their elite species?! But it seemed to bring up bad memories for Callion, so Capper resumed his decoding of the blueprints when the not-so-saiyan saiyan spoke of his father training him in the way of the sword.
Shuddering, Capper recalled his mother's attempts to train him... It was not pretty. Listening while the saiyans blabbed about some philosphical life stuff the teenage midget couldn't wrap his head around, Capper looked up from the blueprints once more when Levlidian spoke quite badly of his own father. Callion said his own father was okay, though. It pained Capper to know that there were some... less caring parents out there. He was privlaged to have an entire family ready to back him up.
After more conversation that Capper eventually tuned himself out of while he studied the plans for the ship, Capper cautiously would glance over when the topic became combat. Rolling his eyes, the saiyan spoke in a meek tone, finally chiming into the conversation despite keeping his eyes locked onto the blueprints. "Eh. I'm no fighter, obviously... I've tried, but it's just... A little too frightening for me." Shuddering, Capper would nod as he set the paper down, having a good understanding of the required steps to complete the ship. Trotting over to the two, Capper's tail would sway to and fro while he glanced over to the two Callions working on the wiring. "Make sure you connect the blue and yellow wires! Don't touch the red ones for now- things might get a little explosive if you poke at those yet. They connect to the central gravity system, after all." Capper spoke, putting his hands on his hips. Glancing over to Levlidian, the mechanic would cross his arms and speak in a questioning tone. "I've read up on the workings of the ship. Anything I can do besides boss you two around?"
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 29, 2016 1:34:59 GMT
"Don't fiddle with th-," he paused, fingers bound about that very coloured wire he'd been advised not to touch and as though it were poison, the beast let go shaking his hand and involuntarily whistling innocently. "No style? So you go with the flow?" his brow arched to the elaboration from Callion whilst he'd busy himself acquiring the tool in which he worked. "Though i'm not sure how you can fear fighting Cap'n!" he called to the shorter creature.
Levlidian's dark eyes drift to the shorter, slimmer Saiyan and his brow sank in contemplation for the information he offered, what could he do? "Well, if we're doing the jock work, perhaps you could calibrate the systems, right the connectivity and connect those ends you're talking about Cap'n," the beast betrayed a broad grin exposing his ivory canines to the sun. He'd risen to the sound of the voice and poked from the crevice of the hull his own head, simply regarding the short one. "Whilst we fir the steel slabs and pylons you could work behind us on the more so delicate work? Seeing as you're familiar with it,". The Saiyan's head vanishes withing the confines of his developing ship once again.
"The pair of you are rather odd to me, neither of you are like any other Saiyan I've met; it's refreshing," whilst he'd speak, the young Saiyan began his work once more, measuring the length of the steel to which he sought to add unto the floor hindering sight from a great variety of mechanical devices readied for installing. "Fighting is everything to me, go figure, had I not come to Earth I'd likely still be working as a Mercenary,"
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