Polar closed his eyes, pondering on Taiga's words.
"An admirable trait," he complimented, referring to Taiga's apparently impartial judgement.
"A shame that my own weakness prevents me from sharing it."
He opened his eyes, gazing at the shorter man. "A common enemy has brought us together, but do our intention intertwine as our goals do?"
The Arcosian's feet gently lifted off the ground as he began to levitate. He balled his fist, as an expression of his conviction.
"I came here to end a scourge."
He extended his index finger toward his opponent and it began to glow a distinct magenta color. He charged his energy, until it finally grew unstable and blasted out in a repeated barrage, all aimed for his target as he demanded.
Taiga's smirks at Polar's words. He kicks off the floor to dodge the barrage, and bats away several of the thin beams that follow his path upwards. He raises his right arm over his left shoulder, pointing his middle and index finger outwards and curling the rest. The tips of his extended fingers crackle with ki.
"To end a race in anger is to submit to fear!" Taiga counters. He whips his hand around, drawing a long crimson line through the air. The thin wave of ki, curved and blade-like in appearance, widens quickly as it rapidly approaches Polar. Taiga's Thread PL: 10,369 KP Remaining: 2/3 [N1] Death Wave Tech used at 33% (3,421 PL)
If this move hits you, Polar, it will damage you. Not immensely, but it will definitely hurt. The attack is designed to cut through swaths of weak enemies. If I charged the attack to 100%, it would likely kill your character, so I won't be charging it that high.
Sighting the incoming wave, Polar darted to the ceiling. He let out a hiss of pain as the wide blast managed to hit his tail.
He gritted his teeth, neglecting to show any of his pain to his opponent. In fury, he squinted his eyes, which quite literally lit up, crackling with bolts of ki and sending a crimson laser concentrated toward Taiga.
At the current distance, Taiga is able to see the attack approach. He pivots to his left in the air, pulling his head back a bit to avoid the twin beams. Immediately, Taiga rockets towards Polar. He stops just in front of Polar, raising his arms and moving in a fluid motion. He lashes out with a quick jab with his right palm aimed at Polar's left cheek, and then raises his left leg fast to bury it deep into Polar's gut.
Dodged Eye Beam and approached Polar No KP used this turn: KP 3/3
With Taiga's current power level, Polar is able to keep up with his opponent's speed. He reached up with both hands to catch Taiga's incoming palm, however leaving himself exposed to the kick into his gut. This slammed him back toward the wall with an 'oof', though he quickly recovered.
This time he extended his pointer toward Taiga at point-blank rage, yet again making use of his signature Death Beam attack.
---- Thread PL: 3,290 Ki Points: 0/3
Techniques [N1] Death Beam [N1] Eye Laser [SU] Flight
Taiga is somewhat surprised when Polar managed to block his palm strike, though he is pleased that his follow up had the desired effect. He blinks down at Polar's extended hand, and feels the impact of Polar's Death Beam against his chest. Reflexively, Taiga extends his right hand, fingers splayed wide.
In an instant, a scarlet ball of Ki expands in his hand crackling with violet electricity. Taiga launches the basketball-sized ball into Polar's abdomen, which would detonate upon connection. Struck in the torso by Death Beam Reflexively returned fire [N1] Death Sphere used at 33% KP: 2/3
There was no dodging or shrugging off this attack. He was far too close. His own tactic was being used against him! Polar raised a makeshift defense by crossing his arms out in front of him, hoping to ease the blow.
The force of the explosion slammed the Arcosian against the wall, and he dropped onto the ground. He was down, but not out. Glancing up at Taiga, who seemed to still be in flight, he pulled himself up, holding his side. His Ki was low, and he needed time to recharge.
Thread PL: 3,290 Ki Point 1/3 (No techniques used this turn)
Techniques [N1] Death Beam [N1] Eye Laser [SU] Flight
Taiga glances at his battle armor, and brushes off a scorch mark left by Polar's Death Beam. He looks down at Polar, who seemed to have taken quite a bit of damage so far. Polar appeared to be injured to some extent, and Taiga smiles. Rather than charge at him, however, Taiga descends to the floor, landing lightly. He rests his hands against the small of his back and gives Polar an appraising look.
"You're doing well. You've managed to catch me off guard at least once so far. Not bad at all." Taiga tells his peer. "Yes, I have some semblance as to your capabilities. We will work on enhancing your skill. However..."
Withholding nothing, Taiga suddenly disappears from the spot on which he stood, and appears directly in front of Polar. Moving fast, Taiga brings his right fist up hard in an uppercut to Polar's abdomen, aiming just under the arm Polar was holding his side with. After which, Taiga takes a quick step backwards.
"The Saiyans are, as you no doubt know, absolutely ruthless monsters in combat." Taiga tells Polar. He crosses his arms over his chest. "I witnessed their atrocities firsthand; some of those savages attacking Arcose have even gone as far as to EAT those of our people they have killed. Tomorrow, our training intensifies. Rest and recuperate tonight." End of Practice Spar More tomorrow!
Polar took the punch, stumbling back against the wall. Panting slowly, he spit some violet blood near Taiga's feet. Forcing himself to stand up straight, and glanced down at his smaller counterpart, nodding intently.
He'd taken a bit of a beating today, mostly from the explosion. Though none of it was lasting damage. Polar was a tough man, clearly. Chances are he could sleep this over.
Without another word, the blue Arcosian walked out of the chamber, with the doors hissing shut behind him.
Techniques [N1] Death Beam [N1] Eye Laser [SU] Flight
Taiga watches Polar leave, and smirks. Yes, his reflexes proved to be quite good; his fellow Arcosian could yet prove to be a great asset in defending the Empire. The young Arcosian turns and walks back to the center of the training room. His scouter beeps, and begins relaying yet more of the verbal battle between Empress Wyntre and the Saiyan Queen... His hands ball into fists; the battle would be over soon.... And if the Empress falls, and Arcose with it...
Taiga shakes his head. He couldn't think like that; otherwise what would be the point of his training? He closes his eyes, and slowly levitates into the air, stopping at about midway between the ceiling and the floor. Taiga curls his legs, crossing them beneath himself as if seated on the ground, and lays his arms across his thighs. Taiga begins breathing deeply... in... out... in... out. His chest rises and falls slowly as the Arcosian focuses his power. A light red glow outlines his body; and sparks of violet electricity jolt across him and away.
As time passes, the jolts become increasingly aggressive, and the room begins to shake. Maintaining his focus in meditation, Taiga suppresses the brunt of his power so to avoid causing the very structure and ground below to quake. Beads of sweat run down his face and arms. One would almost think that his biogems have begun to glow as well. But no, it is only the intensity of which Taiga focuses his ki... He and Polar together will be the keys to the future of the Arcosian Empire. And all he need do, is raise his and Polar's power to greater heights than that of the Saiyans. And then, one day, the Arcosian race will once against establish itself as the mightiest in the universe!
Polar stumbled into the barracks, allowing himself to collapse face-first into the bottom bunk. He instantly noted that his pillow, as well as the whole bed was as hard as stone. This was no exaggeration, either. He quite literally would've broken his nose, had he been a weaker man. It didn't bother him, however. He was quite tuckered out after such a long day. Not only had he finally discovered his kinsman, but he'd practically been enlisted to a hopeless war and been admitted to yet another training regimen.
It seemed like he was merely trading one sensei for another.
For hours, he sat there, but unable to fully drift to sleep. Perhaps it was the hard bed. Perhaps it was all the thoughts rolling through his mind.
Whatever it was, he pulled himself out of his bed and paced about for a moment. He seemed to have shared the place with other soldiers, though only few were actually here. Most of the others were stuck on patrol duty, likely in preparation for the Saiyan assault, which could occur at any time.
He hated the inaction of it; just waiting for the incursion. Yet there was little that could be done. They just had to wait.
Polar finally stopped, taking a seat onto the floor by his bunk cross-legged. On Earth, he became familiar with meditation, which often helped him when he was distressed and frustrated.
Closing his eyes, the Arcosian began to concentrate. He breathed in. He breathed out. Faintly, Polar could already begin to feel his power returning to him.
Breath in. Breath out.
The silence was soothing, to say the least.
As time passed, he could feel his power reaching new heights as he grew more deeply immersed. It, however, not a power he could direct or control. The ki manifested around him through electric sparks and bolts. With time, they grew more violent. His breath became more shallow and rapid as he had more and more difficulty trying to contain his power.
A spark flew onto the bed, lighting a small candle-sized flame. Polar opened his ice cold eyes, thus breaking his concentration. The sparks of energy quickly died. Planting his palm on the edge of the bunk, the flame was easily smothered. It didn't seem to even sting Polar.
The corporal scanned the room, and was met with the eyes of curious sleepers, awaken by the sounds of Polar's electricity.
"Well?" asked Polar.
The grunts wearily returned to their slumber, too tired to question the corporal's activities. Polar had to admit that he was tired as well. He needed the rest. Tomorrow would surely be a busy day.
Upon awakening at dawn (despite his rather short dormancy), Polar took the opportunity to familiarize himself with the base. It would surely be useful information to have if this was to be his new home.
The barracks sat just across the armory, where two grunts stood guard constantly. You'd think that if they even moved to scratch their nose that Lord Taiga would vaporize them. Just to the right of the two buildings, in the center of it all, was the command center, the most prominent building to spot. On the far right of the ridge sat the mess hall, where the grunts stuffed their faces. And finally, outside the mess hall was an old tarp where the soldiers gathered to escape the heat, arm-wrestle, and generally just chat.
To Polar, it seemed a bit of a primitive display, but it seemed to satisfy the grunts.
Sighing, Polar returned to the comfort of the command center, where Taiga surely was waiting for the Lance Corporal. The lift brought him up to the top floor, to the Arcosian's commander's personal war room. Polar approached the shorter Arcosian, and fell down to one knee with his face down to the floor.
"My lord." He awaited acknowledgement.
Techniques [N1] Death Beam [N1] Eye Laser [SU] Flight
For several hours, Taiga remained in his meditative state, focusing his power. The shaking soon stopped, and the young Arcosian releases a long breath. The glowing around Taiga's body fades, and he slowly descends to the floor. He adjusts his legs back into a standing position as he lands softly on the floor. Taiga draws in a deep breath through his nose, and sighs as he finishes the last part of his meditation practice. He rarely actually slept; he found meditation to be equally efficient, and this habit made it neigh impossible for someone to approach him without his notice. Not having to worry about a knife in the throat was a bonus.
Taiga opens his eyes and leaves the training chamber, heading straight for the command center. He is silent for the walk and elevator lift to the room. As soon as he enters, however, he is greeted by the sight of depression on the faces of his troops and operators. This does not bode well. Captain Nudal, whom Taiga had left in command while he trained Polar, approaches him.
"Sir, we... There's been a development." the captain says, wringing his hands but maintaining a military tone and expression. Taiga blinks emotionlessly.
"What have you to report?" Taiga inquires.
"We've... lost all contact with Arcose, sir." the captain reports, still maintaining his professional military tone. "The casualties are catastrophic in scale. The Saiyan attack was a full purge."
Taiga suppresses a wince; he himself in years past had conducted and planned eradication of numerable world populations.
"Word of Empress Wyntre's death has spread, sir." Captain Nudal continues. "The Empire is in disarray. If someone doesn't take full command soon, everything will collapse."
The other soldiers and operators look at Taiga as well. Captain Nudal straightens and gives Taiga a focused look.
"What are your orders, sir?" the Captain asks.
But... Taiga had none to give. The stab of knowing that Arcose, his homeworld, had been purged still twisted inside him. Silently, Taiga clasps his hands together against the small of his back, and the Arcosian walks across the room to stare out the large observatory window. At this time, the door behind him opens, and he hears Polar's voice. There is was again... My Lord... why though? Taiga shakes the thought off, but doesn't correct Polar this time.
"I trust you recovered well, and rested fully?" Taiga asks of Polar, not turning around. In his mind, thoughts seem to crash around. What could he do about this situation? Should he tell Polar that their shared homeworld was expunged of their people? That there was the very real possibility that they were the only ones left of the Arcosian race? Taiga's hands visibly, albeit only just, tighten. Word Count ~ 457 Ohhhh the drama!
The tension could be felt in the atmosphere. Something was amiss, especially when Taiga’s usually confident voice was twinkled with uncertainty and, dare I say, fear. Nevertheless, Polar remained calm, and proceeded to answer Taiga. Hopefully he would gain some insight at the situation.
“It went…well, Lo…” He quickly corrected himself. “—Taiga.”
He continued, “I’ve been meditating; testing my boundaries.”
He trailed off, leaving an awkward silence. He was quite unsure what to say in this situation, so he put it rather plainly.
“My lord, what is the situation?”
It was a subtle, yet at the same time a blunt question. While he could clearly see the level of anxiety within Taiga, he managed to phrase it as if he was clueless.
Taiga's tail flicked to the right, and then swung to the left, betraying his otherwise calm demeanor. He sets his jaw, thinking of how best to reply. Bluntly? It seemed most appropriate; sugar-coating it wouldn't be helpful in any way. Still not turning to face his fellow kinsman, Taiga tells Polar everything.
"As I informed you, our Empress Wyntre was killed by the Saiyans..." Taiga begins with a lowered tone. His head aches, and his chest feels like it compresses with each word. "Our reports from Arcose have indicated that the Saiyans have struck across the entire planet. The casualties are insurmountable. It seems..." Taiga pauses, trying and failing to convince himself what he was about to say was nothing more than a terrible, cruel joke. "It seems that the Saiyans have enacted a full Purge on Arcose. We've lost contact with our homeworld. It is likely that..."
Taiga trails off, unable to finish his sentence. His brow furrows, and his body tenses. A sudden surge of thin scarlet bolts of electricity dance across his body; computer monitors crack and spit bits of power and glass, and the wide observatory window shatters, blowing outwards and raining down on the ground below. Taiga's anger, had, in a momentary lapse of control, manifested itself. His body shakes with barely contained rage.
"The Saiyans... will pay." Taiga hisses, his voice dripping with malice. Word Count ~ 230
Polar listened to the man intently, and his heart began to sink. There was a twinge of hopelessness in his mind. Indeed, he never truly had a particular care for Arcose, given the painful memories he associated with Chilleon. However, he knew well what this meant; the Empire had truly fallen. And that meant the Saiyans were inbound for Planet Kanassa. Polar inhaled deeply, composing himself and pulling himself off the ground. He folded his arms behind his back and stood tall, trying to maintain his fortitude; for all of them.
"Indeed they will," Polar replied calmly.
He approached Taiga, albeit hesitantly at first. However, this hesitance was quickly shrugged away. Polar placed a firm, reassuring hand on Taiga's shoulder place.
"And we will be ready upon their arrive, my lord."