An Enemy By Any Other Name (Wyntre/150x) Jun 27, 2017 22:48:01 GMT
Post by Zucceta on Jun 27, 2017 22:48:01 GMT
Zucceta had meant for the day to go as usual; wake up in the early hours of the morning, do some warm up exercises, chow down on a vast amount of delicious grub (self-prepared; cooking was becoming another new hobby for the vagrant saiyan warrior) and then head into the nearest metropolitan area to do some heroics if necessary.
Only, over the last week, something had felt terribly wrong, like some ancient thing writhing in the back of her head, or a primordial smell that never quite left her nostrils.
Her eyes flicker open a moment before the alarm rings. It was her first daily test, to arise before the electronic alarm emanated throughout the room. Every day she set it earlier, and every day she found she needed less sleep than she thought. She was down to four hours a night, now, and felt more rested than she had ever been before. It had been something else that had sapped all of her energy away, then. Some dark thing lurking within that was now gone - or knocked out, at least.
And the moment her eyes opened, she recognised the feeling, all at once, as if a storm had built up, and built up, then dissipated in a blast of white lightning from darkened skies. It come to her after a dream of the past.
Her first thought was there's no way. Wyntre was dead, a pacified empress killed by her own hand on Arcose years ago. Her very head had sat, looming, above her throne on Vegeta, then aboard her ship until, one day, it had mysteriously vanished.
Only... she would have been restored by the wish, right?
Even then, though, Zucceta would have been foolish to think such thoughts to completion. She had known several beings to claw their own way back from the afterlife, all more powerful than ever before. And this energy signature--that was almost definitely Wyntre--was far stronger than she remembered it. She had almost forgotten what Wyntre felt like; it had been so long ago, and she'd been so fresh-faced when it came to energy sensing at that.
But this was definitely her.
Zucceta rolled out of bed, leaping to her feet. She felt nervous and excited all at once.
Because, of course, she just had to meet Wyntre again.
Not as herself, though. That'd be stupid.
Half an hour later, Zucceta was wheeling through the sky, wind and noise filling her with life and energy. Her mouth, protruding through below a thick, dark-visored helmet, grinned toothily. There were small joys to be had in the day to day that made all else worthwhile. Her red cape billowed in the airstream.
Great Saiyaman Neo was about to meet royalty.
Yunzabit Heights was only a minutes flight for someone of Zucceta's power and skill, despite its location at the great, desolate north of the world. She dipped lower for a second; forest, desert and ocean rushed past. She reached out with one gloved hand, fingers dangling loosely, and water sprayed up from the vast blue sea, as the sun shimmered in the early morning sky. She whooped loudly, to herself, to everyone.
Life was good.
She lifts again, raising her head to the green wasteland straight ahead. Despite the warmth of the sun, the temperature had dropped and dropped and dropped, and despite her saiyajin hardiness she felt herself shivering as she began to slow. Yunzabit was a place that she had often gone to do endurance training in the past, but she hadn't recently been back to the locale. Its bleakness reminded her of Planet Vegeta's desolation, although even Yunzabit was, perhaps, more alive than Vegeta's post-radiated soil.
She wondered, briefly, if Habana was doing anything to try and fix that. There were ways to make Vegeta vibrant again, refuel and reshape its biosphere into something that could sustain the saiyan populace, reduce or abolish the need for outside resources. There were ways to fill the soil again, with nutrients, with seeds. There were ways to resurrect the fossils scattered across Planet Vegeta, once Plant, and make the world whole again, complete. Fill that absence and you might go a ways towards fixing the saiyan people.
But Habana was out playing war games with Xylo and the remnants of the Arcosian Empire. It was unlikely such a thought had crossed her mind.
She was following Zucceta's lead, after all.
The costumed superhero stood outside the large Arcosian ship. She whistled from between her teeth. "Yep, that's Wyntre's vessel, alright." She stood for a moment in the early morning rays of sunlight, considering whether she ought to be going ahead with this idea. But Zucceta had, in recent months, been a slave to her own curiosity.
And this was most curious.
She tapped a button on the side of her helmet, and two things would occur; her voice would become modulated and disguised, and she'd hail an open channel with the vessel.
"Greetings, alien being! It is I, Earth's grandiose hero--the Great Saiya-man Neo! Would you like to explain your presence?" During that simple hail, she'd done three different poses. It was good practice, after all, and all part of the disguise.
And so, Zucceta waited for a response.
PL suppressed and disguised: 500 visible units]