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Post by Purika on Jan 6, 2017 18:30:35 GMT
Purika had just recently woke up from a mid-day nap, while still lying on his bed. He had decided to get up instead of laying there, raising his back off the bed and shifting his feet over the side of his bed. He then proceeded to get up, and stretch, before pressing a button on his wall which retracted his bed into the wall. He'd then proceed to walk out of his room, with the door shifting to the side before closing again. He'd walk over to the living area, saying hi to his fellow legionaries. Purika would ask them if they wanted to go outside and do a few training exercises, which they agreed to. They'd exit out of the side door of the ship. Some would then proceed to spar each other, while Purika would lift a few dozen tons of weights.
Power Level: 11,698 | Bonus : Medium Weights | KP: 3/3 Sallot Retas
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Post by Sallot Retas on Jan 6, 2017 21:02:13 GMT
| TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME | |
The travel had felt itself to be an age or more. Hell, how long was it now, a year, maybe more? Sallot had to check the mission time length on but one of several screens inside his pod. Yeah, it'd been nearly two years since he was jettisoned from Planet Vegeta for his mission to earth. At the time, there'd been a brief conflict between the Empire and Earth's residents but that much had ended long before he'd even come close to his end destination. Several stops along the way had kept the Elite fresh and flexible but even the occasional bout against dissenters across the galaxy during his trip hadn't quite quelled the rising frustration that came with stagnation. He needed to stretch his legs, and in a much more permanent sense. Eventually, and thankfully so, his destination came into view through the viewing port at the front of his pod. Earth, a planet that harbored no significant opinion from the Saiyan, beyond it being a potential target and residence for an unknown time. Its blue oceans and great landmasses made for a pleasant enough view, he supposed but Sallot's concerns were better placed on the residents, along with the power they possessed. After all, what proper warrior wouldn't delight at the notion of a planet full of challenges sufficient to match, or even surpass him? Power on his mind, and the will to pursue it, a few presses of buttons and switches on the pod's control panel would bring him faster into the planet's orbit. Powerful sensory units scanned the surface, seeking out not the highest power levels but instead signatures specific to the Empire's ships, and those allied to them. Finding success in a return ping from one vessel on the planet's surface, Sallot commanded his pod to lock in on the location and plot the appropriate trajectory. Pulled hard into the planet's atmosphere, Sallot donned his scouter and checked his bracers, making sure everything was in its proper place before landing. Like a meteor across the sky, his entry could be seen by any near or around the Southern Isles. Arching wide, the pod dipped hard and aimed only a few kilometers away from Purika's own vessel. Reverse propulsion hitting hard, Sallot was jerked, albeit barely, inside his pod during the landing. Seals breaking and the pod depressurizing to equalize itself to the planet's surface, the Saiyan rose from the interior and tapped his scouter once to doublecheck his location, as well as that of the ship he'd pinged earlier. Taking off to the skies, Sallot made a direct course towards Purika's location, rocketing through the skies without so much as a concern about subtlety. His arrival was marked by the abrupt entry he made into the area, landing fast among the ship's crew. Scowling behind the lense of his scouter, Sallot scanned the motley crew before him until he settled on Purika, his power level standing out among the others. "You the commander here?" Bluntly asked, Sallot's arms folded casually over his chest as his black eyes trained hard on the weight-lifting Saiyan. "Name's Sallot, fresh from home and stale on updated orders for this rock. Last transmission I had came with instructions to link up with anyone else from the Empire. So...here I am, for what it's worth anyway."▲ 555 WORDS ● PURIKA ● THREAD PL 8,000 - KP 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jan 6, 2017 21:35:02 GMT
Purika's attention was caught as something new picked up on his scouter as he laid on the sand. He looked for the location it was pinging in on, interested on what it was. He watched as it soared down from the sky, before hitting the ground. Most likely a island nearby. Purika smirked, with his Scouter (Contact) Lenses scanning on the estimated power level. Power Level: 8,000. A bit stronger than Purika's own legionaries. He watched from his scouter lenses as the signature got closer. Purika presumed this was some sort of space pod that fell from the sky. A few shock wave from the impact would reach his location, not being very effected by it as the palm trees arched back a little. He watched as the signature stopped above the island. Purika remained silent, just watching him.
He then watched as the man asked him a question. "Yes, I am." Purika would stop lifting the weights, and stand up with them still in his hands. He'd release one of his hands to capsule it, before grabbing the capsule and putting it in his pocket. Purika listened as he spoke. "So... his name is Sallot." Purika paused in his mind, before speaking. "My name is Purika. So you're wishing to join up with me. Alright then, Sallot, I have a group for the Empire called the Karret Legion, would you like to join?" Purika folded his arms also and listened.
His legionaries also noticed him. Purika simply looked at them. "Go back to what you were doing." Purika then turned his attention back to Sallot.
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Post by Sallot Retas on Jan 7, 2017 12:23:23 GMT
| TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME | |
Observing everything around him, the Elite's eyes narrowed on Purika when the man ceased his daily workouts to properly address him. This particular Saiyan's power level was substantial, enough for Sallot to recognize him as far more than the typical warrior, and higher than his own...for now at least. Propping his hands on his hips when he was at last acknowledged by Purika, Sallot's blackened gaze left the training warrior to follow the movements of the so-called "Legionnaires" that sparred and trained around the ship's exterior. The rest of them rated decently, as far as peons went, he supposed. At least his initial landing wasn't met with a smattering of low-level garbage that barely had any right to lay claim to an allegiance to the Empire's grand armies. Sallot looked back to the commander when he fully detailed himself and his "Legion" to the invading warrior, something akin to a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Rather presumptuous of you, don't you think?" Hey, it was, right? He'd just said he'd come to link up with elements of the Empire, not necessarily devote himself immediately on landing to some warrior he didn't even know by the Empire's records. Still, what was the point in even coming here if he wouldn't at least give the man before him something akin to a shot? Letting loose a long sigh, Sallot adjusted his bracers a moment, making sure they hadn't fallen out of place before he looked back Purika's way. "Tell you what though, been a while since I had a proper stretch in." Sallot's smirk grew broader as he spoke, the man's tone hard as his intentions became clear. Taking a casual but obvious fighting stance, Sallot's ki shifted and fluttered about him in erratic pulses. "Let's give the Karret Legion's commander a test, and see how you measure up. Not much point in sticking around if I'm keeping myself surrounded by stagnant, or weaker fighters after all." Eye's alight with a fighter's excitement, it was clear that Sallot wasn't looking for a battle to the death by any means. A bout to fully grasp the gap of power between himself and Purika though? Hell yes. After all, what was the point in being strong if there wasn't somebody ahead of you to give you a reason to pursue even greater heights in fighting power? Channeling his ki about him, Sallot made it obvious that he wouldn't be teasing the Elite in front of him with anything short of his best. Kicking off the earth, a crater formed where he'd stood as the Saiyan propelled himself forward at breakneck speeds. A shoulder height fist came careening towards Purika's face, a feigned attack that was quickly abandoned by a dip in Sallot's body to facilitate a hard kick towards the Saiyan's shins. Posted on an open palm, Sallot followed the sweeping motion of his leg to bring his body back around in it's 360 degree spin to launch him forward yet again. Fists clenched, he'd see a hellfire of physical blow after physical rain down on Purika's location. Whether they had an effect or not was, of course, an entirely different story. ▲ 534 WORDS ● PURIKA ● THREAD PL 8,000 - KP 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jan 7, 2017 16:49:06 GMT
Purika watched as Sallot smirked, asking if it was rather presumptuous. Purika then replied. "Well, It's better than nothing." Purika watched as Sallot looked away from him to do something, with a sigh, before looking back at him. Purika listened as Sallot talked, before he got into position, and letting out his ki. Purika also assumed a position also, but didn't feel the need to let out his ki. He had weights on anyways, so he was limited to half of his power. Apparently Sallot wanted to test him, intrigued, Purika would approve. "Sure, im wearing my weights today so it would be a good exercise." Purika redirected some of his ki to his arms and legs, and the other majority to the open spots of his stance, to make up for its quirks.
From what Purika could tell, his warriors were just about as strong as Sallot himself. It was about time he had gotten another good fight. Purika watched as Sallot flung himself at him, but it was nothing Purika couldn't keep up with. Purika watched as a fist came in, though he was about to punch his face, so Purika put up his forearm as a guard, before Sallot dipped and sent a kick to his shins. Purika's ki absorbed most of the impact, it was a good thing that he had sent some reinforcement to his weak spots earlier. "So... a unpredictable one." Purika stood in the same place, re-assembling his guard. Purika watched as his leg swung towards him, when Purika swooped backwards to catch it. If he had caught it, he would throw Sallot into the sand, and follow with raising his arm and performing a ki wave, turning some of the sand into glass if this worked.
Power Level: 11,698 | Bonus : Medium Weights | KP: 3/3
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Post by Shemha on Jan 27, 2017 1:14:38 GMT
Rafar WC 704 - 708 zeni earned. New Total - 1,292! Sallot Retas Let me know what you want!
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