Nitra
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Post by Nitra on Apr 30, 2015 20:01:46 GMT
[Current PL: 3,187 Base]
At this very moment in time, the one question Nitra had to ask himself was how had I gotten here? Lost in his own thoughts, he had wandered aimlessly and had arrived at this... green enclosure. He felt so foreign to this land, but then he felt foreign to any other land – even his own planet. That's what happened when you spent most of your life growing up on a spaceship.
He soon realised that he was in the middle of some forest, and the sounds surrounding him reflected that. The birds passing by overhead cried out and chirped, the small insects cloaked in shrubbery cricketed away from their hiding places; it wasn't too loud, and Nitra was thankful for the little silence he was finally experiencing.
Having “escaped” from the bustling city he was once in, he found that now he could finally be alone with whatever thoughts he held within his head. He was mostly in turmoil and frustration; having finally left his father's ship and tried to find himself in a career that took him away from his military background, it all had seemed to backfire. Wanting to become more of a politician than a fighter, which he had grown to become apathetic towards over the many years, he had been thrown into a position he never wanted to be in. The absurdity infuriated him – he wanted to escape the hassle of being a fighter, but was tasked with being the bodyguard of some low-respected politician. The fact that he was given the task to protect the person whom he was supposed to become through this opportunity was--
Nitra exhaled heavily and placed his index finger and thumb across his forehead, applying pressure. He then lowered these two fingers down to his closed eyelids and squeezed the bridge of his nose, by the inner corners of his eyes. Torturing himself over his predicament wasn't worth the time. He would have to come to the conclusion that he would never be able to flee from the shadow of his father. He was a fighter, and would always be a fighter. He didn't have to like it though.
He drew away his hand and raised his eyes to the sky, staring at whatever blue space was peering through the overgrowth of trees. What would he do now? Where would he go? His task was over and he had decided to stay on Earth for a while longer, to indulge in the foreign delicacies before, most likely, finding his way back to his father. He shuddered at the thought. That wasn't what he wanted. Anywhere but there.
Then he was attacked. Not physically, but mentally. Nitra had realised that it had suddenly become ever-so-silent. No birds passed overhead, no insects where chirping away from their nests. It was just so quiet. He became hesitant, conditioned to be cautious whenever there was too much silence. That was the military training coming into effect, and he hated it.
He darted his head to his left and his right, trying to locate anything or anyone nearby. But he was alone. Alone in the silence of this part of the forest and it bothered him. It made him feel uneasy and concerned for his own well-being. He knew nothing was going to jump him, but nonetheless he felt uncomfortable all the same.
Then, it became too much. He needed something, anything, to drown out the harsh silence. A few meters from his hesitant stance was a small boulder – no more than a foot or two in height – covered in green moss and embedded within the grass. He raised his arm in an instant, a purple light flashing around his palm. In the blink of an eye the flashing became a pulsating glow, and then a ball of purple energy flew towards the green rock. The boulder exploded and vapourised, only a few small pieces flying out in a 360 degree radius. Green-grey shards of rock bounced off Nitra's bone-armoured chest and fell to the cool grass. A small, brown crater was carved into where the boulder once was, and Nitra was at comfort once more. However, this comfort irked him somewhat – it was an action of violence which had quelled him. Again, he could feel the shadow of his father cast over him and he felt a tinge of disgust cross his tongue.
Dust and smoke crawled out from the treetops of Nitra's location, the sound loud enough to echo and reverb across a certain distance. The sound of disruption was almost like music to his ears as he slumped himself against a tree. He wondered how long it would take him until the silence would swarm him again, but for now he decided to revel in this moment of madness.
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Post by Hyoza on May 4, 2015 18:13:39 GMT
[Heavy Weights on, current PL: 3,737]
Hyoza hung by his tail, suspended high up in the boughs of a particularly sturdy tree - one of the few in the region which did not appear to be the strange, stalk-like 'bamboo' as the Earthlings called it. Coiling and uncoiling his tail, he slowly lifted his body with the lengthy appendage. Hyoza had long ago learned that an Arcosian's prehensile tail gave them a significant advantage over fighters of many other species. Their tails were more muscular than the limbs of all but the largest creatures, and far more flexible. They could be used to constrict, strike and even distract opponents. Hyoza had finished many a foe by crushing their throat in the coils of his tail. Its usefulness made training it as much of a necessity as any of his limbs; which was why he'd had his custom battle suit designed to encapsulate the length of it - the tip sheathed in bands of heavy plating. But his tail was beginning to grow accustomed to the additional resistance, so it was time to increase the weight it had to lift. The tree creaked and groaned as his immense weight shifted. Up and down, up and down. His tail was just beginning to feel the burn of muscle fatigue when the roar of a distant explosion drifted across the forest. Birds fled their perches, and vermin skittered from their holes in terror.
Immediately, Hyoza sensed a bloom of ki in the distance. He'd been aware of a presence, but it had been stationary for hours; so he had paid it no mind while he pursued his training. This sudden explosion, however, piqued his curiosity. With a brief flare of ki, he launched himself from his suspended position beneath the forest canopy, to a position several dozen meters above it. Looking out across the forest, he could see a plume of smoke rising above the leafy treetops - standing out as a grey-brown cloud amidst a veritable ocean of azure sky and verdant plant-growth. The aura did not feel much greater than his own, so he decided to take a brief pause in his training, and investigate. In truth, his recent seclusion in this vast forest had made him eager for any sort of interaction - even if it meant combat.
Briefly tensing as he built his ki, a reddish-purple aura blooming around him with a whoosh of displaced air; he launched himself like a living missile - rocketing over the bamboo forest. He swooped low, allowing his toes to brush the very tips of the highest leaves, before rising high into the air. The smoke was just ahead, but its source was hidden beneath the shadowy cover of the trees. Hyoza hesitated for a moment. It could of course, be a trap. But then, any scouter or ki sensitive individual would detect his power at a much lower level than he was actually capable of. Weighed down as he was by his training gear, and in his most-suppressed state, his power level would register as a miniscule fraction of his full potential. Hyoza was too eager for diversion from his solitude, so he gave a mental shrug, deciding the risk was acceptable. Without a moment's further hesitation, he dropped his aura, his ki no longer holding off gravity's influence. He plummeted to the ground like a lead weight, dropping through the trees in a clamour of shattered boughs and broken branches. he struck the ground with a resounding thud, crouched, with his head facing the ground. When at last the debris finished falling around him, he slowly rose to his full (albeit still rather diminutive) height, scanning the area with his gaze.
It did not take long for him to spot the source of the explosion. There, barely a dozen meters away, stood another Arcosian. He appeared to be in his Suppressed Form, like Hyoza, though beyond the basic shape and size, there were few similarities. The culprit's skin was a deep, rich blue, save the pale lilac tone of his face, hands and feet. Meanwhile, the hard, 'bio-gems' characteristic of Arcosians in all their forms were a pale, powder-blue. His purple eyes stared in surprise and uncertainty at Hyoza and his dramatic entrance. But Hyoza's next move was likely to only aggravate the situation, for he immediately assumed a combat stance, face set into a stern expression. Had the Empire finally caught up with him? Was this the intended agent of his destruction?
The other Arcosian dropped into a stance of his own, one Hyoza recognised. It was the battle-ready pose of a martial art favoured in the Arcosian military, designed to utilise the race's unique physiology to its fullest potential. There could be no doubt, this Arcosian was military-trained.
"So, the Empire's finally caught up with me?" Hyoza said, fists tightening as his tail flicked, trying to fight the increasing stiffness of muscle fatigue brought on by his exhaustive training regimen. "I suppose it was bound to happen eventually."
With a cry, Hyoza launched himself between the trees, fist ready to deliver a flying punch right into his apparent foe's flat-nosed face.
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Post by Nitra on May 26, 2015 17:43:36 GMT
Oh how bothersome.
Nitra had sprung to his bare feet as someone came crashing through the trees above. The being collided into the ground, slowly rising as the dirt lifted into the air. It was another Arcosian, and for a moment Nitra feared that they had been sent by his father. He couldn't go back, he didn't want to. It wasn't going to happen.
The fellow Arcosian glared at him, shifting into a combat stance. His red eyes pierced through Nitra's bright purple iris', his purple face contorting to define the determination they held. The blue Arcosian hesitated in response, gritting his teeth and reverting to a combat stance of his own; one arm outstretched with an open palm, the other arm held closer to the chest but with a tightly clenched fist. He was uncomfortable with this situation – none of this was making sense. Why would someone randomly attack him like this?
"So, the Empire's finally caught up with me?" his “brother” questioned, the words spitting from the sharp purple lips like venom. "I suppose it was bound to happen eventually." He had no time to be confused at this statement, for out of nowhere the fellow Arcosian cried out. He was fast, very fast, as he charged towards Nitra. His fist was pulled back and prepared to deliver a blow, but the military-trained son of Kryo had other plans. He wanted to evaluate the situation before going in blindly. Allow his opponent to go on the offensive and defending himself until an opening could be found. He relied on the possibility that his foe may not be trained in the military martial arts of their people, therefore perhaps giving the blue Arcosian a slight advantage against his combatant. However, Power Level also played a major role and he had no idea how much stronger, than he, his attacker could be.
Nitra side-stepped quickly, the fist barely scraping past his cheek. That could have hurt, he thought to himself, twisting his body and raising a leg to parry his opponent's following kick. They stayed like that for a moment, legs connected as they attempted to contest against each other's strength – almost like an arm-wrestling match, but rather with one leg trying to push back the other.
“Who are you?” He asked the purple Arcosian, pushing himself away from their leg-duel to recover some distance between the two. Nitra was beginning to deliberate going on the offensive if his opponent continued to press him.
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Post by Hyoza on May 30, 2015 2:48:25 GMT
Hyoza swept between the bamboo trees; air rushing to fill his wake as he hurtled, fist-first, towards this new foe. The flexible bamboo stems quavered, as the powerful vortex of air left by his passing dragged against them like a strong wind. Leaves were torn from their branches and grass-blades shifted en masse. It was certainly an intimidating display, but ultimately it meant little - this mysterious Arcosian was well-trained, and he side-stepped Hyoza's attack at the perfect moment, his fist gliding harmlessly past his foe's cheek as they exchanged glances for the briefest of moments.
Thinking quickly, Hyoza brought a leg round, aiming to kick his foe square in the gut. But once again, his foe's skill and practice shone through - the attack was blocked with an armoured shin. For a moment the pair were locked in place, exchanging fierce glares as they each pushed against the other, both testing their opponent's strength. Hyoza struggled for a moment, and just when it seemed like he might begin to gain ground, his opponent leapt away, calling out as he did so. "Who are you?" That certainly threw some doubt into Hyoza's mind, and he wondered for a moment if he could possibly have made a mistake. His mysterious opponent had landed in the grass a few dozen meters away, and seemed to be holding position. Hyoza took a moment to think through his options, sizing up his opponent.
Hyoza suspected he could not out-fight his foe through hand-to-hand skill alone. He had long neglected the martial arts of his own kind, and had only begun to train as a fighter in exile. His foe was military-trained, that much was clear, and Hyoza could feel a ki very close to his own exuding from the warrior. If he transformed or removed his weights, his power level would be more than sufficient to defeat his foe. Though at the forefront of his mind was that constant reminder - his training relied on those weights, and the control of his ki. He'd never have the strength he needed if he kept making exceptions for when it was 'acceptable' to take the weights off, or begin to remove the suppression he'd placed upon his true power. If his senses were correct, it would give him the edge in this fight; and then he could, perhaps, destroy his enemy.
But there were so many unknowns, so much uncertainty. For a moment, he was frozen, held in place by the weight of indecision. He could kill his foe if he transformed. Unless his unknown opponent could hide his power... And what if he could? Thoughts crashed through his mind like tempestuous waves. That familiar sense of panic rose to the fore, compelling him to give in, to unleash his power; and tear this would-be-assassin limb from limb.
But perhaps...
"You really don't know who I am?" he asked, relaxing his stance. A risky tactic, to be sure. But he had weighed up his options. There was a chance that this Arcosian really didn't know who he was - really hadn't come to claim the price Kuruma no doubt still had posted on his head. He didn't doubt that he could kill this warrior if the need arose. But, if what he said was true, there may not be any need at all. And besides, killing an Arcosian soldier would be certain to draw attention back towards him from the Empire's agents.
No, perhaps peace was the best option this time. He stood up straight, dropping all outward appearance of combat-readiness. His grandfather had always said that it was best to make the first gesture of non-aggression in these situations...
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Nitra
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Post by Nitra on Jun 27, 2015 14:21:42 GMT
Things had taken an odd turn, and so drastically too. Nitra's words had thrown his opponent off-guard - who'd have thought it? Words seemed to have more of an impact than fists, or in this instance anyway. There was a long pause of silence as his enemy loosened up, somewhat stunned. The blades of grass surrounding them gently shook in the wind, the rustling of the leaves from the towering trees above acting as ambience between the two Arcosians.
The uncertainty within his opponent's eyes was clear, but Nitra was cautious regardless. His enemy was clearly a strong foe, but without the ability to sense Ki he surely couldn't know how strong. For all he knew, this mysterious character could be leading him into a false sense of security, ready to obliterate him with his unknowing power level. The moment he'd let his own guard down could potentially be his last.
"You really don't know who I am?" the stranger asked, immediately relaxing his stance and letting down his guard. So many possibilities ran through Nitra's mind, so many options. He could almost hear his father screaming at him in his head. Attack him! Take him whilst he's vulnerable! But how could he? This was a situation he'd been waiting for his entire life, the option of diplomacy over fighting. Alas, he still could not shake off the feeling of being duped. One of the finer traits of his species - distrust.
Nitra's fist shook as he deliberated taking his opponent by surprise. Ending this here and now. Destroying the possibility of being deceived and killed by whoever this Arcosian was. Clearly he had betrayed the Empire, due to his earlier outburst and incessant desire to fight for his life. But, then again, the Arcosian Empire was far from perfect... His father would have been sure to beat him for having thoughts such as these. But Nitra had always been doubtful of many things, even his own kind and their actions.
He had decided, loosening whatever tension coursed throughout his body and easing into a relaxed position. There was still an uncertainty within his body language, but he had chosen to take the risk. If they both loosened their stances, then they both had an equal chance of returning to them if the need to fight arose.
"Why should I know you?" he answered with a question of his own, sliding his tail through the grass to rest by his right side. He was wary of this potential foe, and he had no qualms with cutting him down with a Salza Blade if he chose to abuse their current peace. He was the son of a mighty military General, he would not be fooled so easily.
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Post by Hyoza on Jun 29, 2015 22:23:39 GMT
Hyoza was pleased to see the other Arcosian relax his stance, tail dropping to rest on the ground as he questioned why he should know of Hyoza. This gave him pause - what could he say? He still didn't know who this Arcosian was, or why he was there. If he worked for the empire, he might turn on Hyoza once he found out he was a wanted criminal. But what would he say instead? If he was caught in a blatant lie, it could backfire and lead to a fight anyway. All Hyoza knew, was that too much was uncertain for him to risk conflict with this mysterious individual. He'd managed to dodge Hyoza's attack and he had military training - he could have companions nearby, or be strong enough to handle Hyoza alone. But, he could not omit the truth, he'd already implied the Empire were hunting him.
Clearing his throat, he began to introduce himself.
"My name is Hyoza. I'm not a member of the Empire, and they've been giving me some... Hassle these past few decades. Apologies for the harsh reaction, but the last..." Hyoza idly pondered for a moment, recollecting previous encounters. How many did I run into on Fallon?
"... Six or seven times I saw one of our kind, they weren't exactly approaching me with the best of intentions at heart." He hoped his amiable demeanor was having the desired effect, continuing to speak with some urgency. He was in a hurry to patch up his bad first impression before things escalate, though he did his best to maintain his cool outwardly.
"I apologise for my behaviour, I'm sure you can understand that it was a mistake. So, how about we sit and talk like civilized beings? We could start with your name," Hyoza smiled, and extended a hand to his opposite, offering a handshake, which he prayed the stranger would accept.
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Post by Nitra on Jun 30, 2015 21:39:36 GMT
The other Arcosian paused at Nitra's question, as if deliberating with himself on what to and what not to say. This was disconcerting, to say the least. The fact that he had to take a moment to consider his words made him cautious of his counterpart's intentions. He couldn't be certain whether or not this character was about to speak the truth, or wrangle up some sort of tale. Nitra was nervous about his situation, to say the least.
The creature before him cleared his throat, speaking with an air of confidence that seemed too genuine to be an untruth.
"My name is Hyoza. I'm not a member of the Empire, and they've been giving me some... Hassle these past few decades. Apologies for the harsh reaction, but the last..." he paused in a moment of thought, as if thinking back on a certain scene or two he had been involved in. "...Six or seven times I saw one of our kind, they weren't exactly approaching me with the best of intentions at heart."
This Hyoza character spoke in a friendly manner, a complete turn-around compared to his previous self. Nitra was uncomfortable with this sudden change of heart, but his 'brother' had made a valid point. Having negative encounters with their race, he was bound to assume that almost every member of it would react in the same fashion upon encounter - to kill him. He exhaled once, quite heavily, in response.
"I apologise for my behaviour, I'm sure you can understand that it was a mistake. So, how about we sit and talk like civilized beings? We could start with your name," and then he smiled. Nitra had never seen another Arcosian smile like he did, only except when his father was starting a hunt of some sorts. But... this was different to that. There was no bloodlust, hunger or desire within the eyes and the corners of the smile. This was genuine, and for some reason this made Nitra's stomach drop. His discomfort increased due to the bizarre nature of this scenario - well, bizarre to him at least. He wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Not in the slightest.
And that was when he noticed Hyoza's outstretched arm, an offer to handshake. A traditional gesture which was a display of goodwill and friendliness. Nitra hesitated on reaching out his own arm and shaking hands with his opposite, until he realised that he was all alone out here. He had no one, no allies and no friends - not even family. This could very well be crucial to his survival in the world. He was going to have to take a risk and believe this stranger. Needless to say, that may not be such a bad thing.
Reaching his own arm and grasping Hyoza's hand, Nitra fulfilled the friendly gesture and accepted the apology with a handshake. He let out a sigh of relief, a weight almost lifting from his shoulders.
"My name is Nitra. Son of General Kryo. I came to Earth in a bid to escape the military lifestyle under my tyrant-of-a-father. I attempted to partake in the political side of our Empire but... that didn't work out too well," he explained, releasing Hyoza's hand and folding his arms across his chest. "And here I am, deciding not to return to the Empire and running the risk of being branded a traitor." Nitra glanced up towards the sky, as if picturing his father's ship somewhere, looking down upon him. He looked onwards with distaste,
"It's not a particular lifestyle I want to return to, as of yet." He lowered his head to return eye contact with Hyoza. "How about you?" he asked. "What brings you to Earth?"
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Post by Hyoza on Sept 5, 2015 10:40:35 GMT
As Nitra looked down at the outstretched hand, Hyoza noticed the faintest signs of a momentary hesitation. It was only brief, but it made Hyoza's smile just that little bit wider. He could see the wheels turning behind the younger Arcosian's eyes. This one was cautious, but flexible. The handshake was accepted. For the first time in decades, Hyoza felt the embrace of one of his own kind. And to his own surprise he felt a surge of emotions - relief, joy, a sense of kinship that he had never before experienced - and a sadness he could not quite account for.
"My name is Nitra. Son of General Kryo. I came to Earth in a bid to escape the military lifestyle under my tyrant-of-a-father. I attempted to partake in the political side of our Empire but... that didn't work out too well,"
Taken aback by the sudden wellspring of feeling, Hyoza lingered on the handshake a little longer than he had meant to. He looked down at their hands, clasped together still, and was brought back to reality as he relinquished his grasp. Nitra folded his arms, now seeming more at ease.
"And here I am, deciding not to return to the Empire and running the risk of being branded a traitor." The younger Arcosian looked upward, staring into nothing for a moment in thought. "And here I am, deciding not to return to the Empire and running the risk of being branded a traitor." Hyoza nodded to himself, understanding all too well the disenfranchisement with the Empire and their way of life. Nitra lowered his gaze, making eye contact once again.
"How about you? What brings you to Earth?" He probed Hyoza, which would be a fair exchange of information after he'd explained his arrival. Hyoza paused for a moment, contemplating just how much he should say. To tell the story of his betraying his former crew would hardly inspire confidence, so once again, he elected to omit certain facts.
"It's a long story which I can always tell you later, but let's just say I got on the wrong end of a battle and ended up drifting in a wrecked pod. Didn't have enough power to get very far, so I came to the closest planet available - which turned out to be here. I suppose you could say I'm stranded." All technically truth, but he knew all too well what he was leaving out of that tale. he'd already made up his mind that he'd wait for a better time, when he'd better earned this warrior's trust. Hyoza motioned for Nitra to be seated as he settled on a small rock.
"I've been working on something since I got here, and you seem like a good ally to have. Care to hear my proposition?" He smiled again with that disarmingly lop-sided grin, already planning his next move.
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Post by Nitra on Sept 5, 2015 16:43:10 GMT
After Nitra had questioned Hyoza on his reasons for being on Earth, he noticed the fellow Arcosian take a moment to pause. The hesitation was understandable – after all, they had only just met. Nonetheless, this further contributed to Nitra's many doubts about his current situation. Maybe this was too good to be true? Meeting a member of his own species, this civilised conversation they were currently having, the friendliness Hyoza was now emitting. A voice in the back of the younger Arcosian's head was urging him to leave and fly away, to continue with his day and to wander aimlessly until he could find a purpose for himself in this life.
"It's a long story which I can always tell you later, but let's just say I got on the wrong end of a battle and ended up drifting in a wrecked pod. Didn't have enough power to get very far, so I came to the closest planet available - which turned out to be here. I suppose you could say I'm stranded," the purple-skinned creature responded, and for the first time that day Nitra became overwhelmed with the sense of kinship towards his counterpart. They were both foreigners to this planet, lost and without a sense of direction. This was the first of his species that he had encountered in a long while that didn't leave him with a sour taste in his mouth. The words that stuck on his mind the most were “I can always tell you later”, suggesting that the older Arcosian had the intention to speak with him again. Nitra faintly smiled to himself, content with the concept of having finally made a friend on this god-forsaken planet. Well, maybe 'friend' was a stretch too far at the moment, but it felt as if the two were building up to something similar to friendship.
Nitra's absent-minded gaze was drawn into focus when he noticed Hyoza perch himself on a nearby rock. It was small in size, but large enough for his comrade to comfortably sit upon. The purple Arcosian motioned to a rock opposite him, an indication to sit down. It was clear that Hyoza was implying that there was more he wished to discuss, and this intrigued the younger of the two. It wasn't until he spoke that Nitra's thoughts were confirmed.
"I've been working on something since I got here, and you seem like a good ally to have. Care to hear my proposition?" The blue-skinned alien was taken aback by the other's words. This was it, this was his aimless direction being aligned onto a path that would give him a purpose; an end goal for him to strive towards. Otherwise, what was he to do on this planet? He turned his eyes towards the rock that Hyoza had motioned to. The moment he would sit down and listen to this 'proposition' would be the moment that his life from here on out would change. Well, all dependant on if the proposal was worth accepting. He was eager to hear him out on his offer, but he didn't want to seem too eager. After all, he didn't know him all too well – the idea of being taken advantage of didn't seem too keen on the Arcosian, and he wasn't certain on if he had been 'play-acting' this entire time.
After a few moments pause, he approached the rock opposite Hyoza's. With every step taken, thoughts raced through Nitra's head. He was questioning himself, his situation, the possible outcomes as to what this proposal could lead to. But this was something he needed. He stopped by the rock, slowly lowering himself and meeting eye contact with his opposite. The younger Arcosian grit his teeth, wary of his fellow comrade. He didn't want to be careless, he had to be smart. No matter how curious and intrigued (perhaps even excited) he was to hear what Hyoza had to say, he couldn't risk letting his guard down. There was still trust to be earned, and he wouldn't feel entirely comfortable until that moment occurred. Sure, he felt comfortable enough than he did earlier, but there was always that doubt lingering within his mind.
"I'm listening," he responded, cradling one of his hands with the other as his arms rested upon his upper-thighs, feet nestling in the cool grass beneath him. He was leant forward to show that he was intrigued to hear his words. However, internally his stomach wound itself into knots as a mixture of feelings collided with one another within his head: nerves, excitement, hesitation and curiosity. But this was an opportunity for himself, and he couldn't pass this up.
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Post by Hyoza on Sept 7, 2015 1:49:27 GMT
As Nitra sat with hands clasped, leaning forward, Hyoza began his speech. He'd practiced it and thought up dozens of lines as he attempted to build a sure-fire pitch for membership of the Blackstars. Eventually he came to realise that the only way to really be successful was by tailoring the words to the target. And so, as he began to speak, he chose his words with the younger Arcosian and his story in mind.
"I was a loyal subject of Arcose for 50 years. I served the Empire as part of a merchant family; filling the coffers of the Empire with obscene wealth, toiling mercilessly for the betterment of families closer to the throne," Hyoza paused shifting a little as he prepared to continue the tale.
"I knew little of warfare, or battle, and I was content to simply live life as dictated by the laws of our people. Then, just after my 50th birthday, I was betrayed. A cousin of mine had married his way into a noble family. He'd always been a proverbial black sheep among us, and I guess he had a chip on his shoulder about it," with a sigh, Hyoza reflected on his recollections of that night - the family estate in flames, the corpse of his father left to burn within, and the desperate flight that would follow.
"He destroyed our family, murdered our grandfather and reduced our home to ashes. I sought help, of course, but the influence of his new family was apparently enough to turn even the forces of 'law' and 'justice' against us," he spat the words, as though he found their taste somehow revolting.
"And so, I was forced to flee, outcast for no wrongdoing. I wandered the space lanes, with nothing but my wits and the gift of our race's natural strength to rely upon. As you can imagine, such circumstances led me to question my former beliefs." Hyoza looked from the grasses he had ben idly stirring with his tail to Nitra, locking gazes with his attentive listener.
"Law is a tool of cowards - a statement of fictional concepts, designed to lull the subjects of the lawmaker into a false sense of security. And the law is enforced only so far as it matters to the lawmakers. As soon as their rules of justice become inconvenient, they are ignored. The Arcosian Empire came into being on the backs of mighty conquerers - beings with no respect for treaties and alliances. But eventually those giants who founded what we came to know as the Empire faded into history, and those who followed lacked their strength."
"So they invented laws; rules of conduct to make their multitudinous subjects feel safe and protected, to hold their loyalty. But my betrayal made clear that our government was never going to go against its more influential members for the sake of one merchant's son. I realised then, that the law is a lie." Hyoza once again adjusted his seating position, realising he still had a ways to go with his little speech. So far he was just working on warming Nitra up to the ideas he was about to present, the proposition itself was still to come.
"I decided that if the law was a falsehood, designed to create the illusion of safety where truthfully there was none; I would never again be bound by it. So I became a mercenary, and later a pirate. I grew stronger and more wealthy in those few years than I had ever been before, in five decades of loyal service to the Arcosian Empire. And though we ran afoul of disaster, I stand here now, on this little footnote of a planet, and ask you to join me," Seizing the moment, Hyoza stood, offering his hand to his 'brother'.
"Become a Blackstar, use your mind and your body for our mutual gain and no other. Join me, Nitra, and together we can live our lives as free Arcosians - with the universe to explore. We will call no being 'master', and answer to no authority. What say you?"
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Nitra
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Post by Nitra on Sept 7, 2015 13:29:29 GMT
Nitra listened intently throughout the entirety of Hyoza's speech, hearing about his past; ultimately revealing how he had come to find himself on Earth. This surprised the younger Arcosian, who had initially assumed that he wasn't trustworthy enough to have this information revealed to him. He was flattered, of course, that his 'brother' had felt comfortable enough to divulge upon him this information.
He was shocked by the talk of the Arcosian laws and how they had betrayed Hyoza and his family. Nitra wasn't sure how to respond, but he knew all too well how easy it was to manipulate the Empire in order to get your own way. There were many times he questioned some of the missions his father had carried out, as if there were something missing from the various accusations made against others that they had 'dealt justice' upon. This made him feel somewhat dirty, as if he had partaken in the injustice of his own race – he was just glad he hadn't played any role within Hyoza's downfall, it would have made this situation somewhat awkward.
Then he shifted onto the topic of mercenary work. He explained how he had become a pirate and had experienced wealth like he'd never had before. It hit Nitra that he hadn't really any money to his name; he wouldn't survive here on Earth too long if he didn't find a source of income. The way Hyoza was leading this speech, it was having its desired effect on him. The youngest of the two was beginning to sway towards the elder's persuasion, not only acknowledging that this could be a sense of direction within his life, but also a path to survival. Nitra had no idea where he would have gone from here if he hadn't met Hyoza, and it would have most likely ended with him aimlessly wandering the planet until he ended up starving somewhere on the streets. He was fortunate for this situation, for the position he had found himself in.
The purple-skinned Arcosian stood, reaching a hand out to his counterpart. "Become a Blackstar, use your mind and your body for our mutual gain and no other. Join me, Nitra, and together we can live our lives as free Arcosians - with the universe to explore. We will call no being 'master', and answer to no authority. What say you?" he finished, a fire burning in his eyes. He was being deadly serious, and he was pushing further and further to recruit Nitra into his crew. A Blackstar... A faint smile appeared on his lips as he thought about it – a pirate. From being trained under the great General Kryo within the Arcosian Empire's military to becoming a pirate. No regimes, no constant reminder of expectations and a father to impress on a day-to-day basis. No, not at all. This would be his way of breaking his chains that tied him down and reaching for goals and opportunities that suited him. A way to survival and growing stronger, to someday surpass his father and to make a name for himself. His life would always involve fighting, and he was going to have to accept that, but at least he could embrace it in a way that would suit his own needs.
Nitra placed his hands on his knees, pushing up so that he had some momentum as he stood. He brushed his legs off to remove any remnants of filth from the rock he had been sat on, then brushed his hands clean before shaking his comrade's outstretched palm. Two handshakes in one day; one to bring peace to their earlier fight, and another to seal a deal.
“You certainly have a way with words, Hyoza. I accept your offer.”
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Post by Hyoza on Sept 18, 2015 16:22:15 GMT
As Hyoza began to draw to a close with his little speech, he noticed a tiny little smirk cross Nitra's face. Hyoza felt a little bit of relief as he stood and dusted himself off before accepting the handshake with a firm grip, confirming he would join the Blackstars. Hyoza allowed a wide grin to spread across his face. With two Arcosians, they would be formidable indeed. The natural power Arcosians kept locked up within their suppressive shells was well-known and feared across the galaxy. Securing an ally such as Nitra was a great achievement, and Hyoza felt a surge of pride.
"I suspect this partnership will bring great things for us both, my friend," he released the handshake, patting Nitra on the shoulder. "I can teach you a great deal about the ways of the criminal class - the art of the deal, how to build your reputation. In many ways, what we do is as much about politics as it is about combat. In turn, your military training will be of great use to me - I was never formally trained in Arcosian martial arts, so I have some gaps in my education you might help to fill as well." Hyoza's mood was drastically different now to what it had been at the beginning of their encounter. In fact, he seemed almost jovial.
Chuckling a little, Hyoza reached into a pouch at his hip, removing a small, conical device. Its surface was smooth polished metal, save for a tiny horizontal seam near the base and a single indicator light. Hyoza squeezed the device gently, causing a small holographic emblem to appear above the device, revealing its function as a projector. The emblem spun in its little nimbus of blueish light - a six-pointed star above a strange pronged-arrow design. Hyoza held the holocommunicator out for Nitra, motioning that he should take it.
"Closed-system holocomms. Only other Blackstars can access the frequency these transmit on. This'll be how you and I keep in touch until the time comes to start bringing everyone together," Hyoza also produced a small scrap of paper, handing it over with the communicator.
"Violence may not be the entirety of our business, but it's a necessity. You'll want to get yourself some training weights. Here's the contact information for the fabricator who constructed my suit. Tell him I sent you and give him your specs for the weights - he'll set you up with a suit that makes you look the part of a Blackstar."
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Nitra
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Post by Nitra on Oct 21, 2015 19:00:36 GMT
Hyoza had accepted the handshake that Nitra offered to him, smiling widely as he did so. Nitra was relieved with how this had panned out, especially since they had only been fighting not so long ago. Their hands parted as his fellow Arcosian patted him on the shoulder.
“I can teach you a great deal about the ways of the criminal class - the art of the deal, how to build your reputation. In many ways, what we do is as much about politics as it is about combat. In turn, your military training will be of great use to me - I was never formally trained in Arcosian martial arts, so I have some gaps in my education you might help to fill as well.” Nitra smiled, acknowledging that he could contribute greatly to their crew. He had always felt burdened by his militaristic background, but very rarely did he feel blessed by it. Today had been an odd day, yet it had turned out for the best.
His counterpart chuckled and handed him a small device, explaining its functions and how only those within the Blackstar Raiders would be able to access its frequency. Nitra hadn’t used a holocommunicator such as this before, but he was sure he would be able to learn its functions with ease. He stared at the emblem that projected itself from the screen, and he felt a sense of belonging. This was his path now, his future. The young Arcosian had to keep reminding himself that he now had some sort of purpose, because it didn’t feel like it was sinking in. Then Hyoza held out a scrap of paper with a name on it.
“Violence may not be the entirety of our business, but it's a necessity. You'll want to get yourself some training weights. Here's the contact information for the fabricator who constructed my suit. Tell him I sent you and give him your specs for the weights - he'll set you up with a suit that makes you look the part of a Blackstar,” he explained. Nitra frowned in thought, knowing that he wouldn’t have the money in order to purchase the weights. He would have to find some source of income. But he was a pirate now, ‘finding’ money was now his occupation. The Arcosian gripped the scrap of paper tightly.
“I understand, Hyoza,” he spoke, looking up towards his comrade. “Thank you, my friend. You’ve given this lost Arcosian a sense of purpose. I won't disappoint you.”
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Post by Hyoza on Nov 12, 2015 13:00:13 GMT
With a final nod, Hyoza bid his farewell to Nitra. A nimbus of purple light blazed into life around his body, propelling him on his way into the distance with a thunderous sonic boom. As the air whipped around his face, he examined his plans going forward. A trained Arcosian fighter on his side could not only help plug the gaps in Hyoza's own fighting abilities, but provide a powerful tool of intimidation. Outside of the homeworld, it was rare to see a single member of their kind, let alone two at once. Their reputation for power and brutality as a species was something he had taken advantage of on many occasions, and with Nitra by his side that could only become a greater advantage.
He knew he needed to seek out more powerful fighters to join him. What information he had been able to gather indicated the Saiyan-Brenchian hybrid Jarvis had been killed in battle. That had come as disappointing news, since Jarvis' power had been significant, but he knew other opportunities would present themselves. In his time spent on the little dirtball that was Earth, Hyoza had learned a great deal. The strangest revelation of all was just how many warriors seemed to flock to the little backwater planet, and exactly why that was, he did not yet understand.
But perhaps in time he would find out.
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Post by Mayze on Dec 8, 2015 4:09:36 GMT
Nitra earned 7402 PL Hyzoa earned.... 9080 PL.. wow.
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