Built to Last Jan 18, 2016 4:43:53 GMT
Post by Vennel on Jan 18, 2016 4:43:53 GMT
[1/4th Weights in use]
The dark reaches of space are cold and unforgiving. And yet, even it has competition, as an army of Saiyans had recently decimated the Arcosian people’s home world, and subjected it to a mighty tree that had all but left the planet useless. And then, that same army, after a short recovery, assaulted Earth. However, their second assault was far less successful. But all of this went unknown to a woman who once called herself their Queen.
Vennel had agreed to work alongside Zucceta, although her pride had left her crestfallen. She left shortly after to roam the stars and do some “soul searching,” as some called it. This proud warrior just called it training, even if she did very little of that. The Saiyan went from world to world, in the outer reaches, trying to find out the meaning behind all that happened, and what that did to her views on the Legend she had heard about, and inspired her to constantly keep pushing herself.
But during her fight, the one in which Zucceta had wrested the throne from her, something remarkable had taken place. A surge of power and energy had taken hold of her, a blinding rage came with it, and it seemed that she had been given the power to defeat Zucceta. But her adversary seemed to undergo the same sort of increase in power, and had over-powered her in the end. From what Vennel had learned after the fight, their hair had stood up on end, taking a golden hue, and a matching energy engulfed their bodies. It was something the Saiyan people began to refer to as the “Super Saiyan.”
But instead of filling her with joy as she would have if she truly had achieved this form, she was instead filled with anger and rage. The legend said that only one existed in every thousand years. And even then, it was a warrior of peerless might, unmatched by any other warrior, no matter how hard they tried. And yet, if Vennel had done so, then that would have meant she would have been the strongest warrior in the universe. Couple the glaring inconsistency with the fact that most accounts of the legend said the Super Saiyan was a golden Oozaru, it all just wasn’t adding up.
She refused to be called a Super Saiyan, it was an affront to her beliefs, and any other that claimed the title, was clearly doing so as a publicity stunt. After all, despite her strength, and even Zucceta’s, they were dwarfed by that damn woman who referred to herself as theophany. So then, what did happen? That’s what Vennel had spent so long trying to figure out.
And after months of trying to figure just that out, she could only surmise that they had achieved some level of power that was not a Super Saiyan, but something else entirely. Something quite clearly inferior to the Legendary power referred to in the tales of yore, but still something significant. Perhaps it was a manifestation of their Oozaru power, harnessed through exceptional power and rage? She had endless suppositions, each as likely as the next. But at the end of the day, she decided that the reason was unimportant, it’s power was. And it had taken her this long to figure it out, and to try and harness it as well.
The first time she’d used it’s power, it came to her in her dire time of need, and after traveling the cosmos, subjecting herself to countless forms of mental, physical, and emotional stresses, she found that if she gave herself enough of an emotional reaction, she could force the transformation upon her. But she had been gone long enough, she felt. She wanted to make her trip back to Vegeta, but she was a long ways away.
Her pod was currently en route to another planet about half way between Vegeta, and her previous location. It was the closest thing to civilization this far off the beaten path. It was something of a hub for the scum and villainy of the cold expanse. A “free port,” is what they preferred, but that really just meant pirates, thieves, and other dishonorable professions met here to do business, kill each other, buy supplies, et cetera. Ordinarily, Vennel wouldn’t even consider going to a place like this, but her pod had suffered some severe damage passing by a comet, debris had bombarded it’s hull, which, ordinarily wouldn’t have been a problem if it had gotten routine maintenance. The problem is, that she hadn’t gotten any done in months, so her pod needed to be repaired or else she wasn’t going to make it in once piece.
As her pod tore through space, she saw in the distance, the desert world she was aimed at.
”Approaching destination, prepare for impact.”
The electronic voice of the attack pod’s on-board computer dictated the preparation sequence for atmospheric re-entry. Closing her eyes to wait out the impact, she sat back in her chair, as the pod was pulled in by the planet’s atmosphere and began it’s descent. Within moments, Vennel felt the familiar crash and fanfare of arrival on a planet. Opening the battered pod, he stepped out of the vehicle, and attached her scouter to her face. According to it’s readings, she wasn’t too far from a city or similar gathering of people, but far from close. Grabbing ahold of the pod, she hoisted it over head and took off through the dunes toward what passed for a city here.
Arriving, she was relieved to find that it did have rudimentary space port functionality, for larger ships of course. Being far from the Saiyan Solar Empire, unsurprisingly they had no facilities to facilitate her pod, and had she landed in port, it would have probably done more harm than good, after all she needed repairs done. Passing over the Space port and coming to a stop, she could hear the din of activity going on below her. Lowering down, she dropped her pod on the ground, much to a startled, beak nosed alien’s surprise. No doubt seeing a ship land, much less someone carry it in, was something of a surprise.
”Waaah! Wh-what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
But quickly noticing Vennel’s demeanor, and the display of strength involved in carrying one's own ship, the short alien changed his tune.
“I-I mean, we don’t have any scheduled landings for any vessels of your variety today, w-we don’t have the space.”
Vennel, however, wasn’t going to take such disrespect, regardless of any validity to his statements. Her eyes narrowed into a glare as she leaned in and got in his personal space, as she gazed into his eyes threateningly.
”Then make some. I need my ship repaired. You will be compensated, I assume that the Solar Empire’s currency will be sufficient?”
She produced a credit chip, commonly used through out the galaxy’s most civilized locales. The glint of the chip was enough to catch the stuttering alien’s eye, who quickly snatched the chip and ran it through a personal hand-held reader. After a few moments another personality shift seemed to have come over the alien’s demeanor.
“M-my my, miss, I had no idea. I’m ever so sorry. Why don’t you take a load off in the local cantina? We’ll take care of your- er, vessel. Come back tomorrow, and it’ll be good as n-new.”
While ordinarily, she’d be more likely to just take what she wanted by force, she needed this man’s services. Otherwise she wouldn’t be getting home any time soon. So after having her chip billed, she donned her weighted cloak, then proceeded through the port into the small city’s port-side cantina.
As the automated door’s slid open with a soft hiss, the usual commotion of bar related activities could be heard. Local music played from a holographic band on a small stage in the back, and a menagerie of alien patrons partaking of exotic cocktails. Vennel naturally fit right in, looking no different than any other sort of alien that might enter, at least, compared to others and at first glance. Her tail was firmly wrapped around her waist, to avoid drawing any undue attention to it. Her empire wasn’t the most well liked force in the galaxy, the last thing she needed was to give anyone a reason to sabotage her pod’s repairs, or anything. At least, for now.
Taking a seat at the bar, the proud Saiyan warrior was greeted in an unintelligible alien tongue by what she presumed was the bar keep. Her face wrinkled up in disgust, before checking the subtitles on her scouter. The subtitles of course were just a greeting, and that wasn’t what evoked her response. The sound of the alien’s dialect, however, only reinforced how far away from the Empire she still was. Placing an order for a drink, she turned her head to try and watch a news broadcast that was playing on a holo-terminal. Although the broadcast started off mundane enough, talking about closed star lanes and the like, the reasoning behind the closure is what caught her interest.
The star lanes leading in and out of Arcose were being “closed,” because the planet now lay in ruins. Not just the capital city, the entire planet. It seemed that Zucceta had lead the Saiyan army there, slain the empress, and planted some sort of tree that was able to make all life there inhospitable. And this was not only making regular trade with the Arcosian empire difficult, without their former leadership, but smuggling rings were also taking a hit as well. A grin crept on to Vennel’s face, as she read the news ticker on the holo. However, it seemed most of the patron’s found the news upsetting or disappointing, seeing as it probably put quite a few of them out of jobs. Vennel could overhear complaints and grumblings about the inconvenience it was to each of them in different ways and it only made her more pleased to hear.
Despite being away from the Empire, she was happy that they were successful. It was a good feeling that her people were prospering, even if it wasn’t due to her any longer.
After her short reflection, Vennel got up, finishing her drink and placing the glass back on counter and giving the bartender her credit chip to pay for her drink, and headed out of the cantina. And she would have left peacefully too, if it weren’t for a couple of ruffians who stopped her at the door. The menacing look on their faces told her something of their intentions before they even opened their mouths.
“What’s the rush there, beautiful? Why don’t you stay a bit, with me and my friends?”
The short one of their group was the one talking, he was roughly her size, while the rest seemed a good head or so taller. Her scouter showed her their battle powers weren’t much. At best, the four of them it seemed, just barely scraped over twenty thousand units combined.
”No rush, I just don’t have time for small fry like you.”
A chuckle went through the small group, a larger one bumping the small one on the back.
“Kali, you sure have a way with women, don’t you?”
“Oh shut it, Tran.”
Turning his attention back to the woman before him, a coy grin spread across his lips.
“Look, you should stay a bit, really I-“
As Vennel spoke, a firmness to her tone, she tried to walk past, until the man’s arm broke her stride, grasping her shoulder.
“I wasn’t asking.”
Vennel’s hand however, snapped up to grab his wrist, and bent it back causing him to scream out in pain. Before his friends could move to help him, she appeared to merely look at them, before they doubled over in pain. This display, rose a bit of concern that seemed to cascade from the entry of the cantina toward the back, as a hush washed over the patrons.
Without another word, she released the man she was holding. He growled angrily at her, but after noticing the fate of his companions, backed down. Nodding at his reaction, she approached the door, which gave way in her presence, and she exited the cantina.
Once in the open air again, she noticed that she wasn’t far from an inn. Coming up on the building, and through it’s doors, she spotted a small alien hunched over a desk. The small, wrinkled blue creature, mouth tendrils about a foot long, looked up at her. A pair of glasses rested atop it’s short, canine nose.
“Well, a visitor? We don’t usually get new faces out here in this part of the ‘verse. What brings you here?”
“My own business. I need a room for the night, do you have any vacancies?”
Nodding slowly, the creature seemed to make something on a data pad in front of it.
“Yes, I have a room for you. I assume you can pay, miss….?”
Vennel produced her credit chip once more, as the alien took and scanned it, deducting the room’s charge from her account.
“Down the hall, third room, it’s all yours, miss.”
Nodding, Vennel retrieved her chip, and headed down the hallway, toward her room. Opening the door, she removed her cloak, and laid down to rest. It’d been a while since she’d slept on a bed, much less not cramped in her attack ball. As she closed her eyes, she found it rather easy to fall asleep, as her mind drifted into dreams.