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Post by Shemha on Apr 25, 2016 18:23:52 GMT
Zoraba (Current Thread PL: 5,035, Heavy Weights on) Captain Jala had tested her and although she found her worthy of the Solar Saiyan Empire, it was incredibly clear that Shemha had a long way to go to truly stand out. The Captain was strong in her own right, but nothing when compared to the full power of Queen Zucceta or Commander Habana, yet Shemha was barely able to lay a hand on the woman. It was no surprise when the Majin received word of her scheduled training session against another member of the SSE. The engagement would benefit her in multiple ways by helping to expand her knowledge of those she was to call ally and help her grow stronger. If this was what was needed in order to serve the Empire then she was glad to do it, no questions asked.
Her previous master had demanded that she be well mannered and that her skill set focused on what many might call clerical duties with occasional cleanup. Not until near the end of their time together did he put any emphasis on combat. Shemha had done well to learn what Ront taught her and even to adapt on her own after his death, but the level of skill her previous master expected compared to that of her current masters was lightyears apart. Nothing had been said directly to her, yet as new as she was to Saiyan society she understood that power was a large part of what made you important. She had arrived on New Vegeta with the desire to serve those she respected and the more she excelled in combat, the better she would be able to fulfill that desire.
Her directive had been to wait in the barracks training grounds for her opponent. Quick to respond to any order she arrived minutes later, unsure if her appointed sparring partner was there or had yet to arrive. Several other soldiers dotted the training area, each focused on their own training exercise, but any of them could have been this Zoraba that the message named as her partner. A few glances came her way as she entered the facility which might indicate interest if she hadn’t been a Majin. From the day she arrived on New Vegeta odd looks were commonplace. Most were not hostile, yet all seemed to share a hint of surprise at her presence, especially in the barracks.
Always direct, Shemha figured there was no reason to waste time. ”Are any of you Zoraba? Captain Jala’s orders stated I was to train with a soldier of that name. Blunt and honest as always, her red eyes scanned the present individuals in case any of them were to indicate they were the Saiyan she was looking for. If not, she would wait unless given an official reason not to. As she stood at loose attention, stance almost always formal, her fingers ran over the weights strapped to her wrists. She was anxious to test the heavy clothing in a combat scenario.
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Post by Zoraba on Apr 28, 2016 16:43:53 GMT
[10,192 PL + Heavy Weights = 2,548 PL]
With his name being said a muscle bound wide chested male Saiyan's eyes fluttered open. He was spread out on a bench within the barracks, clearly he had been napping while splayed there. His head turned to look at Shemha and it was soon plastered with a wide toothy grin. "When the woman said you would be different, this was not what Zoraba imagined."
The hulking beast of a man flipped into a sitting position and scratched at his mangy locks. His form was nothing too unique for a Saiyan, chiseled muscle mass, dark eyes, and spiky hair, the quintessential warrior race. Zoraba however was coated in thick patches of hair across his upper body.
With slow bored movements he reached up to the scouter that clung to his ear and pressed a button. With a beep the device buzzed to life, while the eye behind it stared the Majin down. Her powerlevel displayed across the small green screen garnering a chuckle from the brute. His scouter was accessorized by black fingerless gloves on the man's hands, a rolled up unitard at his waist, long black bottoms, and ankle cuffs. His chest and feet left bare.
Truly Zoraba had been waiting in the Barracks for a short while, quite eager for a fight. When Jala had first contacted him he was reasonably upset. The woman had not spoken to him for weeks, since she promised a meeting with her daughter. Even now that had still yet to be achieved.
He was interested in her offer of a sparring Partner, a Shemha, and something that Zoraba had never encountered. Finding the Barracks had not been hard for him as he had been using them as make shift shelters since his arrival here. Without proper lodgings he choose to find himself a nice hard surface to crash on each night. His wait was quick, but even so he found himself rocked to sleep by the firm bench in a matter of minutes.
Of course he almost always had another pair of eyes with him. Perched upon the very edge of the long seat sat a squat translucent grey insectoid like alien, his clawed pincers grasping a cane taller then he. He was dressed in brown robes and looked completely annoyed to be alive.
Lise, the grey insect, hovered up into the air while the Saiyan climbed to his feet. With a bare foot he stepped forward and look the Majin in the eye. "You are to be my opponent? Shemha was it?"
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Post by Shemha on Apr 29, 2016 3:09:02 GMT
Different…
Even Captain Jala had described her in such a way? The descriptor could be taken as offensive if she wanted it to be, even if there was truth behind it. She had not known the Captain for long, but she had to believe that the woman saw Shemha as different simply because she was. The majority of the Saiyan Empire was just that, Saiyans. As far as she knew, the only Majin in service to the SSE, was her.
Zoraba was admittedly…larger than what she had come to expect of Saiyan soldiers. In a way he seemed somewhat disheveled. Perhaps it was the way his unitard bunched up around his waist and the patchwork of hair across his chest. The soldiers she had sparred with thus far had all worn a full set of armor for their engagements. Silently she wondered if the state of his attire on purpose to allow greater movement.
What the small creature was that accompanied the man, Shemha could not say. As it took to the air, her head tilted to follow it. Only when Zoraba spoke again did she pull her attention away from the distraction.
”Correct on both accounts. Captain Jala suggested that we train together so I hope you do not object on the grounds I am not what you expected. Red eyes calmly locked with his, Shemha held her casual stance. Unlike many Saiyans she rarely showed bravado or that hard edge that so many of his kind possessed. Despite her calm demeanor, the scouter he wore would inform him she was no joke.
Without a device of her own she was unaware exactly how powerful Zoraba was, yet she could sense he was stronger than the other soldiers in the room. Since her arrival on New Vegeta the majority of her opponents sported enough power to slap her around like an child. To fight against another with relatively equal power promised far more benefit.
”Shall we?” Her arms spread as she posed the question. Weighted cuffs secured to her wrists, the Majin had arrived prepared to begin. Of course she would not be rude if he wished to engage in more conversation, but that was something she would rather do while engaged in combat.
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Post by Zoraba on Apr 30, 2016 4:43:09 GMT
Zoraba cocked a hairy brow, and his grin continued as he crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes looked her up and down from head to toe and different certainly described it to the ignorant Saiyan. "If you wish to suggest that Zoraba is a coward, you will find those words foamed in your blood." His eyes squinted "if there is blood in you..." The Majin seemed quite eager as she spread her arms and offered the challenge right there in the middle of the barracks, not that that would stop Zoraba. He let out a hearty chuckle while Lise stared her down with investigative eyes, though her own gaze made the creature's blood freeze. "Be careful with this one boy, she is nothing I've seen, I dont know what to call... it. She feels dangerous..." the insectoid like advisor warned his barrel chested ward. "Lise, old men do not live long by worrying." Zoraba said though strained teeth before he unlatched the scouter that clung to his head, handing it over to Lise who took it in a huff. "Fine! Even if I foresaw your death you would laugh. You can find me in the galley when you've finished" the elder alien spat before floating off and away out of reach and out of harm. Zoraba's eyes met Shema's, his dark black eyes piercing right back into those red ones. His hunched shoulders rolled forward until they cracked, his head following after, wrenched side to side while another audible pop could be heard from his neck. "He has a point, my father. What is it to call you, not ones name but what you are?" Zoraba licked his lips "it won't matter surely, information though is worth much." His hand raised up and his index finger tapped onto his chin. "But excuse Zoraba's manners, you shall have first blow. A good one please."
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Post by Shemha on May 1, 2016 4:09:53 GMT
Silently Shemha listed to the man and the creature she had to assume was his companion. Lise’s assessment wasn’t wrong; she was dangerous when she chose to be. The small creature was clearly the more cautious of the odd pair or at the very least, more observant. Zoraba on the other hand appeared anxious to engage. Like the other Saiyan’s she had met he did not shy away from the prospect of combat, in fact he welcomed it. His confidence was welcomed.
”I would not dare label you such a thing, Zoraba. There is little I know about you. If you are a coward or not is yet to be determined.” Her words were not blatantly rude, yet they insinuated that he might very well be a coward. Manners, manners she reminded herself. No matter how she was treated it was proper to be polite to those she dealt with. This male seemed a bit on the aggressive side, but even so, he was an ally and deserving of her respect.
”In regard to your question, I am a Majin. As your opponent I promise to push you as much as I can and I thank you for the opportunity to strike first.” With that Shemha dipped into a low bow, arms still spread as the tentacle atop her head flopped forward. The Captain had requested that they fight against one another in order to improve. A spar was meant to be friendly, but only to a certain point. Ront had taught her that and since her arrival on New Vegeta she felt increasingly aggressive when training against another. Perhaps it was the drive each soldier had or the realization of just how week she was. Whatever it was, she felt no reason to hold back.
Still bent over, Shemha would launch her first strike from the position. Without further eye contact or conversation, the Majin snaps up right. As she rose her feet kicked off the floor, the red skinned girl airborne as she began to rotate. Her ability to fly aided in the low back flip, her right leg extended with the hopes that her foot would connect with the underside of his chin. Every ounce of power she could put into the kick, she did. With enough luck it would take him right off his feet and as she finished her back flip, she would land gently on hers.
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Post by Fleece on Oct 17, 2016 5:32:36 GMT
Shemha you wrote 1,274 and gain 2,511pl. 104,459+2,511=106,970pl @zobara let me know what you want.
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Post by Zoraba on Dec 18, 2016 6:42:26 GMT
Yo, Otto can I get some PL for this thread please and thanks.
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Aug 3, 2017 5:27:18 GMT
Man, this thread is ooooold. Zoraba | WC: 735 PL GAINS: 1,617 OLD PL: 17,434 NEW PL: 19,051 |
Adding now.
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