Post by Zyajin on Mar 26, 2017 2:57:30 GMT
PL: 65,355
Medium Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 32,677.5
Following the last training session involving the feminine red hooded android known as Rebecca, her miniaturised-self companion Carmine, and the gelatinous Bio-Android Contagion, Zyajin had been working on repairing the damage inflicted on the artificial gravity chamber. He had been aware of the arrival of several powers on Konats, observing their energy read outs with the SCAR's ships computer and found himself experiencing a strange sensation. After examining the database he managed to come up with a diagnosis for the condition he was suffering from.
Anger. Pure and simple anger, with some measure of frustration thrown in for good measure if the green shouldered Bio-Androids self-prognosis was accurate. The sight of such high levels of power whilst his own remained below even half their base values... it made the Saiyan genetic codes inside him seethe, as well as his core programming to be the ultimate weapon.
How could he fulfill his purpose if he could not even match up to these natural creatures and machines? He had been selectively engineered to be the ultimate biological weapon... and yet here he was, weaker than those who were born from an actual womb, or simply built in a factory. He had to accelerate his rate of power increase somehow, and the only course of action he could conceive of was to force his physical body to undergo rapid gravity training. He would have to increase the artifical gravity by numerous factors in quickfire rapid succession though in order to achieve his goal of getting anywhere near the levels he had observed arriving on this world that SCAR had claimed for themselves.
With this in mind, he finished his final repairs on the internal structure of the artificial gravity chamber and immediately set it to a factor of fifty times that of Earth's gravity, or five times Vegeta gravity depending on how one defined the systems calculative algorithms. Zyajin didn't bother trying to walk and stretch to adjust himself to this sudden increase in weight, instead he began to try and straight up run whilst throwing out punches, thrusting and stabbing the air with his tail whilst he did so as well. He had to get stronger, he had to become more powerful... that was his goal, that was his purpose. He could not, would not allow himself to be bested by machines or natural creatures.
Medium Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 32,677.5
Following the last training session involving the feminine red hooded android known as Rebecca, her miniaturised-self companion Carmine, and the gelatinous Bio-Android Contagion, Zyajin had been working on repairing the damage inflicted on the artificial gravity chamber. He had been aware of the arrival of several powers on Konats, observing their energy read outs with the SCAR's ships computer and found himself experiencing a strange sensation. After examining the database he managed to come up with a diagnosis for the condition he was suffering from.
Anger. Pure and simple anger, with some measure of frustration thrown in for good measure if the green shouldered Bio-Androids self-prognosis was accurate. The sight of such high levels of power whilst his own remained below even half their base values... it made the Saiyan genetic codes inside him seethe, as well as his core programming to be the ultimate weapon.
How could he fulfill his purpose if he could not even match up to these natural creatures and machines? He had been selectively engineered to be the ultimate biological weapon... and yet here he was, weaker than those who were born from an actual womb, or simply built in a factory. He had to accelerate his rate of power increase somehow, and the only course of action he could conceive of was to force his physical body to undergo rapid gravity training. He would have to increase the artifical gravity by numerous factors in quickfire rapid succession though in order to achieve his goal of getting anywhere near the levels he had observed arriving on this world that SCAR had claimed for themselves.
With this in mind, he finished his final repairs on the internal structure of the artificial gravity chamber and immediately set it to a factor of fifty times that of Earth's gravity, or five times Vegeta gravity depending on how one defined the systems calculative algorithms. Zyajin didn't bother trying to walk and stretch to adjust himself to this sudden increase in weight, instead he began to try and straight up run whilst throwing out punches, thrusting and stabbing the air with his tail whilst he did so as well. He had to get stronger, he had to become more powerful... that was his goal, that was his purpose. He could not, would not allow himself to be bested by machines or natural creatures.
