Spinach and Collan Greens Apr 10, 2017 16:38:31 GMT
Post by Shemha on Apr 10, 2017 16:38:31 GMT
The Enigma set down in a wide grassy field, balancing thrusters sending the long green blades below into a frenzy. Several birds took to the sky as a result of the disturbance, but otherwise the landing was non-intrusive to the blue planet. Months had passed since her last trip to Earth and even then the visit was a short one. This time she came with more purpose, a desire to further the goals of the Empire and ensure its survival in the uncertain times that were to come. A hiss of hydraulics preceded the descent of the ships ramp, the gateway open for two females to emerge.
”Whoa!” The one clad in white shrieked as the duo was met by a powerful gust of wind that wrapped its way underneath the ship. Dress and dark hair aflutter, one might have thought the girl could be blown over by the sudden burst of air based on the way she reacted. However, a quick read of her signature made it clear that far more than wind was needed to take Meridia off her feet. Of course that strength didn’t stop her from complaining at every turn.
”Man, who turned on the wind? So much for keeping my hair free of tangles.” Meridia continued with a swipe of her hand, several long strands of black pulled from her mouth.
To the demon’s right, Shemha was less bothered by the powerful gust. The purple tunic she wore flapped between her legs, but beyond that she remained mostly unaffected. Her “hair” was a single long tendril that hung down her back, more akin to a tail than what most races had for hair. Bare feet to the cold metal of the ships loading ramp; the Majin took the lead as her companion continued her battle with nature. She wanted to make sure her ship was in pristine shape after the interstellar flight. Checking the vessel over was always the first thing she did after any landing.
Into the air the powerful Commander went, her own signature a testament to her position within the Solar Saiyan Empire. Recently appointed to the position, she was done with her days of stealth and lowly information gathering. Now she had objectives of her own. While Habana wanted to host a large tournament as a show of power and peace between Vegeta’s newest tentative allies, Shemha took a different direction. A war was coming and she didn’t trust the Premier of Earth or many others for that matter. Secretly, she planned to set up a force that could back the Empire when the time came. Hopefully, things would go as she hoped.
For now though, she rotated around the massive vessel, dark eyes looking for any damage or wear. As she did her less then objective driven companion worked on fixing her hair. The wind had subsided, but in its passing left the demon’s hair a literal nest of tangles. Thankfully those birds had flown off or the girl might have found one trying to take up residence in mess of hair.
Thread/Current PL – 3,732,930/4,728,378
Meridia’s Thread/Current PL – 186,647