Post by Vennel on Jun 14, 2015 0:21:00 GMT
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[1 Phial of Rejuvenative Healing Water (Senzu) used]
[Heavy-Weights on | Current Power Level: 124'538 | Displayed Power Level: 31'135]
[1 Phial of Rejuvenative Healing Water (Senzu) used]
[Heavy-Weights on | Current Power Level: 124'538 | Displayed Power Level: 31'135]
The sights of the previous battle played back in Vennel's dreams as she lay restless in the rejuvenation chamber. Her body twitched and spasmed from time to time, as it lay floating, hooked up to various sensors and with the typical breath mask fitted over her face. Her Hair flowed loose in the green-tinted fluid, and her brow was furrowed. Her mind raced over the previous battle, and how she'd been taken down by what amounted, to her, as a lucky shot early on. The blood loss taking its toll on her, and costing her, her life. Or so she thought.
The sound of escaping air bubbles passing her face seemed audbile, as she slowly regained consciousness. Her vision was bleary, from being in there for so long, and unconscious as she was. Her vitals were low, and she was still recovering, though she was closer to her full strength than she was since she had been put in there. Her eyes fluttered open as she tried to gain a grip on her barings.
From what she could tell, she was in a healing machine, that much was obvious. And from what she could see from her end of the glass port hole in the device, she was in what appeared to be the medical wing of the Palace. But why was she here? It had just now occured to her, as she'd started to awaken, that she had indeed awakened. She hadn't expected this. She had lost consciousness in a duel that should have been to the death, especially if that woman was trying to claim the throne. What's more, she was working for that alien's goals, wasn't she? Gah, it was all too confusing for now. She could barely remember the end of the fight, but perhaps someone had rescued her? Just the thought of being shown that mercy really irritated her. How dare they show her pity? She was a proud Saiyan warrior, she wasn't going to rely on the pity of others.
And yet, here she was, beaten and nearly broken, helpless. Perhaps Zucceta wanted to make a public spectacle of Vennel's death? Maybe she was waiting to execute her, or maybe that insufferable alien that claimed she was a god was the reason she now was resting comfortably? Who knew what she had planned for Vennel. Or maybe the fight had ended in another way? Perhaps Zucceta hadn't survived the fight either, and one of her allies had rescued her? But even then, how was it that an opporunist hadn't come to coup de gras her unconscious body?
None of this was making sense, and she was infuriated by her inability to make sense of it all. Twitching her limbs, she got a feel for which were still in working order. Arms? Check. Legs? Check. Vennel then checked her stomache, rubbing a gentle arm over where her stomache wound had been, and it seemed the wound had healed over, at least. She wasn't wracked with pain either, which meant any lingering weakness was just loss of blood on her part at this point. At least, that was her own diagnostic on herself. Truth be told, she could have been crammed full of sedatives or something, for all she knew. She couldn't see the display pannel outside of her tank for obvious reasons.
Now that she knew everything was in working order, though, she had no desire to sit here and wait for her fate. She lifted her arm up, and tore the breath mask off her face, and extended an arm, pointed toward the rejuvenation tank's door, and let out a blast of ki. The surge of energy shot forth, and exploded into the glass with shattering force, destroying the chamber's door, and spilling water out. Her body was still clothed in her battered armor, a hole where she had previously been grievously wounded, and her scouter was no where to be seen, which told her that she hadn't just dreamt the bit about shattering that at Radasha's disgraceful intervention.
As her body spilled out of the tank, she looked around the room she was in, while on her hands and knees panting. Yep, she was still weak from her fight, but this could just have been her body's exhaustion and blood loss. And it turned out her supposition was right, she was in the medical wing. One of the Saibamen she recognized as being one of Icarus' lackey approached her while clicking in it's native tongue. Vennel grimaced as it approached, and stood up, slowly, before kicking the creature away. She had no idea what was happening, but she wasn't going to sit tight until things took a turn for the worse.
"Now... I just... have to escape the palace, and then...."
Her words fell short as she fell back down onto her knees, fighting to remain standing, she lifted on knee, and tried to prop herself up on her hand. Shit, her body was still too weak, had she used up too much energy just escaping from the healing chamber? No matter, she'd been in worse situations, she could manage this escape, somehow. Yeah, she could do this, if her captors wanted to preserve her life, she'd find a way to make them regret it. They should have killed her when they had the chance.
Pulling herself up using a nearby table, she tried to bring herself up to her feet, but to no avail. What she thought was a sturdy table, turned out to be a wheeled medical tray, and it slipped out from under itself after she put her body's full weight into it, spilling the operating tools off of it, and sending them clattering to the floor, not long after her own body had hit it.
Well, fuck, was this really it? Doomed to die like this, slowly and at the mercy of another? Her consciousness began to drift away again after the exertion of her body in such a short time. Had she been able to understand the saibaman she had kicked away earlier, she would have known he was cautioning her away from that, but naturally the language barrier and her pride prevented comprehension of such a message. As her eyes closed again, and the proud warrior lay on the cool tiled ground, the previous Saibaman cautiously approached her, clicking and chirping as they were want to do, and poked at the unconscious former Queen. Once establishing she was unconscious, or at least unresponsive, he called to another Saibaman that was in the medical ward, and signalled for help, before setting her up into one of the adjacent rejuvenation chambers. They strapped the breath mask over her head and attached the sensors, as Icarus had trained them to, before stepping back, and sealing the tank, letting it fill so she could once again be healed to her full strength.
But now the two little creatures had another task, cleaning up the mess that Vennel made. The two seemed to engage in bickering over who's responsibility it would be, while Vennel's body floated, unconscious, and once more helpless, while she awaited her fate.