Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 18:59:41 GMT
(Heavy weights on)
The old ruins were eerie when the wind blew just right through the rusty crevices between old broken glass and crying rusted steel in the distance. Almost as if the city itself cried of the past in its own haunting way. Home... Hardly anymore could this be called a home. A sigh leaving the boys lips as his weighted cloak held off the wind. His systems still let him at least feel alive. The cool air upon his cheeks. The cool occasional drip from the light sprinkle of a slow rain above splashing on him. His face still looking of his own features crossed with a saiyan. As if a scholar framed of their kind. This body felt foreign but so did his original given it was just a mechanical change of his real corpse long since gone to the dust. In truth even his brain had been synthesized recently nearly at full so he wasn't even organic any longer. These things made it hard to feel as he was Tuffle. Being a being that could be digital within data as well as a singular being. Perhaps given the saiyans were all he had presently was why he clung to them presently. They offered him research and ample resources. What else did he truly have though besides Zuc and her at the moment gracious way of being a host to him in his position. A heavy sensation in his chest as he still mimicked breathing so many things he no longer needed that he still indulged in like organics. Perhaps it was his way of still feeling alive and apart from a pure machine. To remember himself he is not some simple droid in a lab meant for study and research.
The Saiba's had been left behind today to prepare other functions and experiments that were on his to do list. There was still several matters that needed looking into from a ship plan as well as weapon schematics some personal requests as well he was very tentative to make sure came out top grade. Many of these cooked in the lab presently but things of great detail took time if they were to be done correctly. For now he was onward to a new goal.
His boots moving carefully through the old remnants of the streets taking in various sights. The crying wing cried out as he observed the moss covered roads of cracked and eroded pavement. The old lights of the street polls were rusted and twisted. Most long since collapsed and nothing more then heaps of rust that smelled of stagnant water and metal. A few had worn into nothing an had returned to the earth. Streets he used to know like the back of his hand were now like a metal jungle. It looked as if the world itself had struck against it and swallowed it back up from all the plants and erosion. He couldn't help but snicker at the poetic detail of his though as he walked along the side streets listening to the rain tap away at the metal buildings and area around him. The idea of the earth taking back where beings had cultivated it. A leaving mother planet plant in all her beauty. Believe it or not Tuffles in all their science and ways of knowledge still cared greatly for her. It was lightly painful to realize how many, not all but many saiyan warriors cared so little for their... heh. Home. This was the fate of many he supposed though. Lost worlds and races that the saiyans had taken as well as other empires in their global conquering ways.
He'd contemplate such a though as he ducked under some rubble making his way past some of the old restaurants he used to frequent in the last weeks before the night of the great apes. How many other such people were now just memory conquered by a force much stronger then themselves. The galaxy time and time again it seemed as he dived into history of other planets and people had the story of a fist and blade being what led into the next chapters at great points of history. The pen falling short to the sword on many occasion. Or maybe that was just how he felt given he was in many ways one of those lost people. But on the same end of the coin all societies even one known as or in the past as a enemy. Could often be seen when you looked close enough to be familiar as ones home in ways. All people had more then war even if in said wars you only saw the blades and blood rage of ones foes. But just as the viewer in most times the other side did have lives, music and culture just as fascinating and new to be discovered. Saiyan archives were like this. Each data pad he went over like a beautiful tragic play of a new world of music life and culture before being conquered by a stronger power. Perhaps that was why he took so strongly in his developmental position in the empires research wing. Wanting to dive into these peoples culture. Being among them an perhaps finding a place with them would open a world he never saw before when they were but boogie men in the night. Seeing what was left of his own society that was now the ruins of the world and the saiyan cities raised were before nothing but the wilds conquered showed his peoples chapters had long since been written and left behind in the pages of time. Something kept him from leaving as well even with Vennels recently absence when he searched for her. Something about this new queen enraptured him. Like a fire of despise as well as being enamored by her form and saiyanly ways. She gave him strange hungers and intrigue that only seemed to grow along with his appetite for knowledge of late. Taking full advantage of any an all he could get from the SSE. Some files even using forced programs to get into should they try to keep it away from him.
But among all these studies and his duties one thing in particular showed quite often. Saiyan armor as well as his own clothing and armor often became destroyed an these were tedious an annoying simple works that took time. Of course Icarus only ever repaired such things personally when someone of high standing came calling. Say what you would about him many would come to see the high caliber of his works and those who mattered more so given his recent works. He was looking for the old ki generator and matter materilizer that had created the copy of his clothes he had originally. They could be used for simple and some intricate materials to creature such armor and clothing for a warrior and of find make pending his programs of course. The working of armor and cloth as well as steel brought down to a digital plain. An given the fact he could advance such old tech ten fold with his current resources it was to good to pass up. It would all but fully remove the hassle of such minor tasks from his palette of duties and worries. As well as let him easily and comfortable keep himself covered and clothed fitting for each occasion as needed. A little spark inside him excited to create several variations of armor blue prints in data as well as clothing styles for all sorts of possible situations.
He was able to make out subtle details in directions as he made his way closer to the old lab seeing the building still amazingly standing. Built well as he passed through the broken old doors and labs within. Old meeting centers and various areas of military research passing by him. Top of the line for its day and its prime it shined of pristine sterilized works of mechanical and scientific art. The kind that made men into their own gods of creation. As well as depending on how you looked at it the place that gave him life again. Some could say he was born here if they were feeling like being poetic in describing it. Maybe that was right given how long it'd been and where he presently stood. Returning and looking much like one of the saiyan conquerors walking among destroyed cities of a long defeated race.
The lab he wanted was in the lower corridors easily accessed via the hole that was drilled through the building from the roof downward. The wound to the standing building making it a miracle the place had kept standing tall for so long. Mark it up to good Tuffle engineering. Further down he' find what he sought out in a small little corner of the old place. The old beat up metal capsule like bed. Battered as all other ancient ruins except for the inside that was now covered in dust but still pristine in comparison to its surroundings. A hand sliding on the soft mat that he used to lay on in his long slumber. As if a sleeping remnant of lost times waiting to be awoken. If he was a spiritual man he'd say it was fate perhaps to have awoken and see how the world had changed. But no such thing was true. No gods intervened in these actions as they were simply the way things played out. He'd break from such idle thoughts of fancy memory and speculation of the past. His hands feeling out until he located the materilizer on the under side of one of the door latches. Using heated ki generated from his finger tips to slowly make the bolts securing it an wielded seem of steel heat red. A red light so bright that organic eyes would have lightly burned to look upon it. Before the heat took such a hold in a instance metal heated and burst as if water and poured and dripped away releasing the object from its binds. With such a thing in his possession he could easily work personal armor and clothing for people. As well as basic weaponry although true works of art would need to still need to be made the old fashioned way. But for the moment such a thing would come in great aid. He was almost positive that working this into his own systems by stealing software and making a better hardware piece or two to add into his bodies internal engines would be a cake walk for a mind and skilled hands like his own.
In a moment of indulgence as he looked over the object to see just how well it seemed to still be working he'd observe the old mark of one of the main companies that had funded this project in the days long before. Back then to be invited to work for one of the head war research departments even in such terrible days was like a dream in the waking world. Hard to believe but warming in sensation that made the days worth living and fighting for. A smile faintly forming on his lips as saiyan tail wrapped around his waist. "Forgive me old friends... but its time to close a chapter of such past days. I hope this does not offend you. But clinging to the days of old can do me no good anymore." Unsure who exactly he spoke to as nothing was present in this halls but ghosts and bones of the past. Dust and bone fragments of the soldiers and staff that long since were wiped out in the closing days of Saiyan victory. Perhaps it was just his way of saying goodbye. He'd take but a few more moments to gaze softly at the surrounding areas. Taking in the place before that gave him opportunity and how different yet same it was to his Saiyan laboratory now. "We were a people of great scholars and science. An so I shall remain as such, Just in my own way. Part of me died with this city and what stands here today is something else. Something new that must grow an adapt. Just as our people would have should we have risen instead of the saiyans. I only wish I could know if you' feel resentment for me now. Thinking of many of these creatures as more then just beasts in man forms. But they have culture and life of a warrior like society rich in their own ways." Talking to himself and the memories of the old gang that used to be among this place. "I find it hard to hate them for the crimes of ones years ago their ancestors. They live and fight but also seem to be so brave and proud of their ways. To them and many of their kind pride is as important as life. I find them fascinating... Some I may even call friend perhaps in some manners of the word." The words felt lightly foreign on his tongue but at the same time as if a new taste that settled softly.
When he'd first met Vennel his first encounter after so long feeling as if it had only been days after the war. It was like being a part of those old pages of history that he know understood were long since gone. "There are new chapters to be written in this history my lost brothers and sisters... An I'd rather write them, Record what I see and learn with these people. See this new queen grow in her throne. Some of me even wishes to be recognized by them now. I can't fade into the past anymore and let myself slide into the darkness. I'm afraid its time we close the book of old. But know I'll never truly forget you... But I'm not a Tuffle really... Not anymore. I'm just... Heh not really sure what I am. Just a scholar among warriors. Trying to be among them as one of them." He'd say softly taking in heavy breath as he'd turn towards the door. Looking at the device in his hand. Before heading out towards the door and the outside. The sun shining now through the whole above and doorways ahead. The rain had stopped for the warm sun to shine down on the world as if the planet himself was greeting him after his moment of speculation. "I will make great use of the gifts you all gave me with this body in my final days... Even if it wasn't meant for me and merely was what I used to survive. Take solace in the fact I won't waste this gift..." AS well as looking at the device in his gloved hand the young saiyan looking Tuffle grinning. "Or this one..." Speaking softly before walking slowly out the doors an would make his way back to the empire... back home.
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He had kept to himself what things he'd taken to in the cities of old and his saibamen were quick with work alone today silent as they worked. The prototype of old sliced into bits and taken into data form as a new piece or two of hardware were already installed into his presently opened flesh and chest. Icarus working on himself as if surgery of machine. Strange at first but he had gotten use to such things by now. His wrists as well had had the skin synthetic peeled back the pain receptors turned off as well as various sensations as not to feel skin crawling feelings from having ones body mangled in surgery under the knife and sparks of metal working tools. Various parts of the body were working with the system as a inner system and body that looked of a mechanical skeletal system as well as various machines that now replaced organs. Ki engines and reactors the heart and soul of such a body.
Sparks flew as metal heated and clamped in new pieces to their proper places. His reactors activating these as they became parts of him. Like new organs held in place and merging with his body as if evolving through fire and steel. This feeling from it was one he could never describe. Like literally molding ones own being with his own hands and aided hands occasionally of his saibas and the tools designed for their claw like hands to prevent accidents. With time synthetic skin would placed over open wound as well as synthetic blood and feeling put back into place. Functions activating and his body returning to the warm feeling as if he were still in a body of flesh and blood. Closing his eyes as he'd feel it wash over him like a warm feeling of life as if reactivating a soul within him.
His upper body was bear and all he had on presently was his black under shorts that covered his nether regions. Happy to know saiyans were greatly similar in that department. He would have not enjoyed if he had to worry about altering that... in his programs of looks and changed appearance for when he desired to look as saiyan. As he found himself slowly becoming comfortable in this new skin.
He'd look at his palms at the moment with white soft skin. A mirror before him to observe his body and dark short hair. Eyes of brown and the tail swaying behind him as he was slowly mastering its use. Even seeing great aid in learning to use it as a limb or extra arm to some manners. Looking at his palms as they would begin glowing energy focusing from his core as he took to his mind and base plans for testing already installed in his software. His eyes x-raying into his hands lightly observing his new attachments of machinery under synthetic flesh. All programs running smoothly. Not that he doubted his own work of course but better safe then sorry. Check twice put into action once.
"Different chapters as always..." He'd mutter softly testing this function as warm ki glowed at his palms and in a pop of energy a saiyan body sit appeared upon his frame. Long sleeves on his arms and legs with gloves of white with boots as well. Yellow stripes at the toes as well the color of the body suit black as night. The armor black and brown in the mix. Not a look he favored but a good start given it would aid the majority of the styles that many desired who may come knocking at his door. Chuckling as he'd turn to the little red and pink saiba to his left looking on with awe. As they often did when he took to a new invention that had finally be completed. They were easily to impress but it was sweet taking in their gazing eyes of surprise each time it was to happen. Looking at them appearing now as a small one among the warriors. Perhaps one in young adolescence or shortened in height as few were. Four foot five in saiyan armor and tail swaying. Little clawed fingers poking at the armor belly the green saibas at his back now the red and pink ones at his front touching and curious dragging claws softly at his body suit an armor. "I take it then that it looks good?" A warm smile molding onto his cheeks. The one thing no matter what he did he could never hide. His soft kind features of a scholar. Foreign to most warriors. The Saibas joining with smiles of their own as they chuckled pleased on another successful work they'd played their own small but appreciated part in the work for.
[Learning Materialization Beam.[SU] ]
The old ruins were eerie when the wind blew just right through the rusty crevices between old broken glass and crying rusted steel in the distance. Almost as if the city itself cried of the past in its own haunting way. Home... Hardly anymore could this be called a home. A sigh leaving the boys lips as his weighted cloak held off the wind. His systems still let him at least feel alive. The cool air upon his cheeks. The cool occasional drip from the light sprinkle of a slow rain above splashing on him. His face still looking of his own features crossed with a saiyan. As if a scholar framed of their kind. This body felt foreign but so did his original given it was just a mechanical change of his real corpse long since gone to the dust. In truth even his brain had been synthesized recently nearly at full so he wasn't even organic any longer. These things made it hard to feel as he was Tuffle. Being a being that could be digital within data as well as a singular being. Perhaps given the saiyans were all he had presently was why he clung to them presently. They offered him research and ample resources. What else did he truly have though besides Zuc and her at the moment gracious way of being a host to him in his position. A heavy sensation in his chest as he still mimicked breathing so many things he no longer needed that he still indulged in like organics. Perhaps it was his way of still feeling alive and apart from a pure machine. To remember himself he is not some simple droid in a lab meant for study and research.
The Saiba's had been left behind today to prepare other functions and experiments that were on his to do list. There was still several matters that needed looking into from a ship plan as well as weapon schematics some personal requests as well he was very tentative to make sure came out top grade. Many of these cooked in the lab presently but things of great detail took time if they were to be done correctly. For now he was onward to a new goal.
His boots moving carefully through the old remnants of the streets taking in various sights. The crying wing cried out as he observed the moss covered roads of cracked and eroded pavement. The old lights of the street polls were rusted and twisted. Most long since collapsed and nothing more then heaps of rust that smelled of stagnant water and metal. A few had worn into nothing an had returned to the earth. Streets he used to know like the back of his hand were now like a metal jungle. It looked as if the world itself had struck against it and swallowed it back up from all the plants and erosion. He couldn't help but snicker at the poetic detail of his though as he walked along the side streets listening to the rain tap away at the metal buildings and area around him. The idea of the earth taking back where beings had cultivated it. A leaving mother planet plant in all her beauty. Believe it or not Tuffles in all their science and ways of knowledge still cared greatly for her. It was lightly painful to realize how many, not all but many saiyan warriors cared so little for their... heh. Home. This was the fate of many he supposed though. Lost worlds and races that the saiyans had taken as well as other empires in their global conquering ways.
He'd contemplate such a though as he ducked under some rubble making his way past some of the old restaurants he used to frequent in the last weeks before the night of the great apes. How many other such people were now just memory conquered by a force much stronger then themselves. The galaxy time and time again it seemed as he dived into history of other planets and people had the story of a fist and blade being what led into the next chapters at great points of history. The pen falling short to the sword on many occasion. Or maybe that was just how he felt given he was in many ways one of those lost people. But on the same end of the coin all societies even one known as or in the past as a enemy. Could often be seen when you looked close enough to be familiar as ones home in ways. All people had more then war even if in said wars you only saw the blades and blood rage of ones foes. But just as the viewer in most times the other side did have lives, music and culture just as fascinating and new to be discovered. Saiyan archives were like this. Each data pad he went over like a beautiful tragic play of a new world of music life and culture before being conquered by a stronger power. Perhaps that was why he took so strongly in his developmental position in the empires research wing. Wanting to dive into these peoples culture. Being among them an perhaps finding a place with them would open a world he never saw before when they were but boogie men in the night. Seeing what was left of his own society that was now the ruins of the world and the saiyan cities raised were before nothing but the wilds conquered showed his peoples chapters had long since been written and left behind in the pages of time. Something kept him from leaving as well even with Vennels recently absence when he searched for her. Something about this new queen enraptured him. Like a fire of despise as well as being enamored by her form and saiyanly ways. She gave him strange hungers and intrigue that only seemed to grow along with his appetite for knowledge of late. Taking full advantage of any an all he could get from the SSE. Some files even using forced programs to get into should they try to keep it away from him.
But among all these studies and his duties one thing in particular showed quite often. Saiyan armor as well as his own clothing and armor often became destroyed an these were tedious an annoying simple works that took time. Of course Icarus only ever repaired such things personally when someone of high standing came calling. Say what you would about him many would come to see the high caliber of his works and those who mattered more so given his recent works. He was looking for the old ki generator and matter materilizer that had created the copy of his clothes he had originally. They could be used for simple and some intricate materials to creature such armor and clothing for a warrior and of find make pending his programs of course. The working of armor and cloth as well as steel brought down to a digital plain. An given the fact he could advance such old tech ten fold with his current resources it was to good to pass up. It would all but fully remove the hassle of such minor tasks from his palette of duties and worries. As well as let him easily and comfortable keep himself covered and clothed fitting for each occasion as needed. A little spark inside him excited to create several variations of armor blue prints in data as well as clothing styles for all sorts of possible situations.
He was able to make out subtle details in directions as he made his way closer to the old lab seeing the building still amazingly standing. Built well as he passed through the broken old doors and labs within. Old meeting centers and various areas of military research passing by him. Top of the line for its day and its prime it shined of pristine sterilized works of mechanical and scientific art. The kind that made men into their own gods of creation. As well as depending on how you looked at it the place that gave him life again. Some could say he was born here if they were feeling like being poetic in describing it. Maybe that was right given how long it'd been and where he presently stood. Returning and looking much like one of the saiyan conquerors walking among destroyed cities of a long defeated race.
The lab he wanted was in the lower corridors easily accessed via the hole that was drilled through the building from the roof downward. The wound to the standing building making it a miracle the place had kept standing tall for so long. Mark it up to good Tuffle engineering. Further down he' find what he sought out in a small little corner of the old place. The old beat up metal capsule like bed. Battered as all other ancient ruins except for the inside that was now covered in dust but still pristine in comparison to its surroundings. A hand sliding on the soft mat that he used to lay on in his long slumber. As if a sleeping remnant of lost times waiting to be awoken. If he was a spiritual man he'd say it was fate perhaps to have awoken and see how the world had changed. But no such thing was true. No gods intervened in these actions as they were simply the way things played out. He'd break from such idle thoughts of fancy memory and speculation of the past. His hands feeling out until he located the materilizer on the under side of one of the door latches. Using heated ki generated from his finger tips to slowly make the bolts securing it an wielded seem of steel heat red. A red light so bright that organic eyes would have lightly burned to look upon it. Before the heat took such a hold in a instance metal heated and burst as if water and poured and dripped away releasing the object from its binds. With such a thing in his possession he could easily work personal armor and clothing for people. As well as basic weaponry although true works of art would need to still need to be made the old fashioned way. But for the moment such a thing would come in great aid. He was almost positive that working this into his own systems by stealing software and making a better hardware piece or two to add into his bodies internal engines would be a cake walk for a mind and skilled hands like his own.
In a moment of indulgence as he looked over the object to see just how well it seemed to still be working he'd observe the old mark of one of the main companies that had funded this project in the days long before. Back then to be invited to work for one of the head war research departments even in such terrible days was like a dream in the waking world. Hard to believe but warming in sensation that made the days worth living and fighting for. A smile faintly forming on his lips as saiyan tail wrapped around his waist. "Forgive me old friends... but its time to close a chapter of such past days. I hope this does not offend you. But clinging to the days of old can do me no good anymore." Unsure who exactly he spoke to as nothing was present in this halls but ghosts and bones of the past. Dust and bone fragments of the soldiers and staff that long since were wiped out in the closing days of Saiyan victory. Perhaps it was just his way of saying goodbye. He'd take but a few more moments to gaze softly at the surrounding areas. Taking in the place before that gave him opportunity and how different yet same it was to his Saiyan laboratory now. "We were a people of great scholars and science. An so I shall remain as such, Just in my own way. Part of me died with this city and what stands here today is something else. Something new that must grow an adapt. Just as our people would have should we have risen instead of the saiyans. I only wish I could know if you' feel resentment for me now. Thinking of many of these creatures as more then just beasts in man forms. But they have culture and life of a warrior like society rich in their own ways." Talking to himself and the memories of the old gang that used to be among this place. "I find it hard to hate them for the crimes of ones years ago their ancestors. They live and fight but also seem to be so brave and proud of their ways. To them and many of their kind pride is as important as life. I find them fascinating... Some I may even call friend perhaps in some manners of the word." The words felt lightly foreign on his tongue but at the same time as if a new taste that settled softly.
When he'd first met Vennel his first encounter after so long feeling as if it had only been days after the war. It was like being a part of those old pages of history that he know understood were long since gone. "There are new chapters to be written in this history my lost brothers and sisters... An I'd rather write them, Record what I see and learn with these people. See this new queen grow in her throne. Some of me even wishes to be recognized by them now. I can't fade into the past anymore and let myself slide into the darkness. I'm afraid its time we close the book of old. But know I'll never truly forget you... But I'm not a Tuffle really... Not anymore. I'm just... Heh not really sure what I am. Just a scholar among warriors. Trying to be among them as one of them." He'd say softly taking in heavy breath as he'd turn towards the door. Looking at the device in his hand. Before heading out towards the door and the outside. The sun shining now through the whole above and doorways ahead. The rain had stopped for the warm sun to shine down on the world as if the planet himself was greeting him after his moment of speculation. "I will make great use of the gifts you all gave me with this body in my final days... Even if it wasn't meant for me and merely was what I used to survive. Take solace in the fact I won't waste this gift..." AS well as looking at the device in his gloved hand the young saiyan looking Tuffle grinning. "Or this one..." Speaking softly before walking slowly out the doors an would make his way back to the empire... back home.
-----
He had kept to himself what things he'd taken to in the cities of old and his saibamen were quick with work alone today silent as they worked. The prototype of old sliced into bits and taken into data form as a new piece or two of hardware were already installed into his presently opened flesh and chest. Icarus working on himself as if surgery of machine. Strange at first but he had gotten use to such things by now. His wrists as well had had the skin synthetic peeled back the pain receptors turned off as well as various sensations as not to feel skin crawling feelings from having ones body mangled in surgery under the knife and sparks of metal working tools. Various parts of the body were working with the system as a inner system and body that looked of a mechanical skeletal system as well as various machines that now replaced organs. Ki engines and reactors the heart and soul of such a body.
Sparks flew as metal heated and clamped in new pieces to their proper places. His reactors activating these as they became parts of him. Like new organs held in place and merging with his body as if evolving through fire and steel. This feeling from it was one he could never describe. Like literally molding ones own being with his own hands and aided hands occasionally of his saibas and the tools designed for their claw like hands to prevent accidents. With time synthetic skin would placed over open wound as well as synthetic blood and feeling put back into place. Functions activating and his body returning to the warm feeling as if he were still in a body of flesh and blood. Closing his eyes as he'd feel it wash over him like a warm feeling of life as if reactivating a soul within him.
His upper body was bear and all he had on presently was his black under shorts that covered his nether regions. Happy to know saiyans were greatly similar in that department. He would have not enjoyed if he had to worry about altering that... in his programs of looks and changed appearance for when he desired to look as saiyan. As he found himself slowly becoming comfortable in this new skin.
He'd look at his palms at the moment with white soft skin. A mirror before him to observe his body and dark short hair. Eyes of brown and the tail swaying behind him as he was slowly mastering its use. Even seeing great aid in learning to use it as a limb or extra arm to some manners. Looking at his palms as they would begin glowing energy focusing from his core as he took to his mind and base plans for testing already installed in his software. His eyes x-raying into his hands lightly observing his new attachments of machinery under synthetic flesh. All programs running smoothly. Not that he doubted his own work of course but better safe then sorry. Check twice put into action once.
"Different chapters as always..." He'd mutter softly testing this function as warm ki glowed at his palms and in a pop of energy a saiyan body sit appeared upon his frame. Long sleeves on his arms and legs with gloves of white with boots as well. Yellow stripes at the toes as well the color of the body suit black as night. The armor black and brown in the mix. Not a look he favored but a good start given it would aid the majority of the styles that many desired who may come knocking at his door. Chuckling as he'd turn to the little red and pink saiba to his left looking on with awe. As they often did when he took to a new invention that had finally be completed. They were easily to impress but it was sweet taking in their gazing eyes of surprise each time it was to happen. Looking at them appearing now as a small one among the warriors. Perhaps one in young adolescence or shortened in height as few were. Four foot five in saiyan armor and tail swaying. Little clawed fingers poking at the armor belly the green saibas at his back now the red and pink ones at his front touching and curious dragging claws softly at his body suit an armor. "I take it then that it looks good?" A warm smile molding onto his cheeks. The one thing no matter what he did he could never hide. His soft kind features of a scholar. Foreign to most warriors. The Saibas joining with smiles of their own as they chuckled pleased on another successful work they'd played their own small but appreciated part in the work for.
[Learning Materialization Beam.[SU] ]