Post by Abzerute on Mar 28, 2016 19:25:54 GMT
PL: 59,887
Heavy Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 14,971.75 ~ 14,972
Suppressed Form: Active
The bronze Arcosian looked through the data files and transcripts that had come to his attention as he sat in his ship in orbit over Yadrat. He may have claimed the title and throne of Emperor, but it was being made abundantly clear to him that there was a lot of work still to do before he could truly reforge the Arcosian Empire from the bickering smolders that were the Fiefdoms. Whilst he could cow them as individuals in a single space, he couldn't make any overt measures against the leaders of the Fiefdom worlds to truly bring them under his heel in the public eye. Not yet that is.
Right now he had no army, and no means of ensuring their loyalty... which is why he was going through old data files, trying to locate the one technique that would grant him the ability to cow the Fiefdom's leaders into obedience. The infamous Death Ball ability.
Whilst he would prefer to not have to resort to such an indelicate method of control over his subjects, right now what was needed was a swift resolution to the Fiefdoms infighting and bickering. The threat of Abzerute obliterating their planet if they strayed from his Imperial Will would serve the purpose for the immediate future. But only if he could locate the data files pertaining on how to go about performing the technique. Even with the access keys granted to him through his position as Emperor it was still a lot of data to sift through, and whilst Wyntre may have been brilliant academically, trying to sort through her notes and logs was proving to be quite frustrating. So much so that Abzerute swore that if he were a Saiyan, he would have unlocked his own Super Saiyan form in the process of just trying to figure out any coherent order to this information alone.
It really did not help that Wyntre kept titling her threads of data with some obscure dead language from Earth. "This woman had a far too unhealthy obsession with the damned planet..." he muttered to himself before he narrowed his eyes at a passage of text, grinning as he read it through over and over again. "There you are." Abzerute said before he stood up and began to exit his ship, out into the vacuum of space. Now, he could try learning this technique using Yardrat's very own moon... but given that he didn't want to throw the planet into any sort of gravitational crisis at this point in time, the bronze Arcosian decided that the nearby asteroid field would be a better choice of venue for destruction.
Heavy Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 14,971.75 ~ 14,972
Suppressed Form: Active
The bronze Arcosian looked through the data files and transcripts that had come to his attention as he sat in his ship in orbit over Yadrat. He may have claimed the title and throne of Emperor, but it was being made abundantly clear to him that there was a lot of work still to do before he could truly reforge the Arcosian Empire from the bickering smolders that were the Fiefdoms. Whilst he could cow them as individuals in a single space, he couldn't make any overt measures against the leaders of the Fiefdom worlds to truly bring them under his heel in the public eye. Not yet that is.
Right now he had no army, and no means of ensuring their loyalty... which is why he was going through old data files, trying to locate the one technique that would grant him the ability to cow the Fiefdom's leaders into obedience. The infamous Death Ball ability.
Whilst he would prefer to not have to resort to such an indelicate method of control over his subjects, right now what was needed was a swift resolution to the Fiefdoms infighting and bickering. The threat of Abzerute obliterating their planet if they strayed from his Imperial Will would serve the purpose for the immediate future. But only if he could locate the data files pertaining on how to go about performing the technique. Even with the access keys granted to him through his position as Emperor it was still a lot of data to sift through, and whilst Wyntre may have been brilliant academically, trying to sort through her notes and logs was proving to be quite frustrating. So much so that Abzerute swore that if he were a Saiyan, he would have unlocked his own Super Saiyan form in the process of just trying to figure out any coherent order to this information alone.
It really did not help that Wyntre kept titling her threads of data with some obscure dead language from Earth. "This woman had a far too unhealthy obsession with the damned planet..." he muttered to himself before he narrowed his eyes at a passage of text, grinning as he read it through over and over again. "There you are." Abzerute said before he stood up and began to exit his ship, out into the vacuum of space. Now, he could try learning this technique using Yardrat's very own moon... but given that he didn't want to throw the planet into any sort of gravitational crisis at this point in time, the bronze Arcosian decided that the nearby asteroid field would be a better choice of venue for destruction.