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Post by Friion on Jun 28, 2016 10:01:21 GMT
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It had been quite a turn-around for the newly formed strike team named the Friion Force.After the assault on the rebel complex, the hard-fought battle earned the Force a well-deserved spot on the Empire's map. They had gained some measure of recognition for their efforts, being a five-man combat force that took down a complex housing dozens of rebel foot soldiers and a few sought after elites. Collateral damage would take time to repair, but construction on the facility was coming along nicely. It would be re-purposed and upgraded, refurnished to better suit the recovering Empire's needs. The members of the Friion Force had received promotions to various areas of their specialties, mostly in instructing positions and mentoring when not fielded. They had even take on a few missions each all by their lonesome, giving way to each of the core five members receiving a small division's worth of promising recruits. Friion had been given a spacious office at the top floor of the most reputable combat academy in Friezaton, and he sat through a meeting at a round table with a holo-projector in the center. A councilman under the new Emperor Abzerute was on the other end, his image floating just above the device as he began to wrap up the meeting. ''I'm sure you are all very busy, so allow me to close with the meat of the matter. Due to the Friion Force's growing success, we have found ourselves more comfortable to allow you the funding you first requested. This has turned out to be a potential investment that shows promise, and we find ourselves willing to divert a fraction of our combat resources to the Force project. In light of this, the five of you are receiving individual promotions which come with a few select benefits. Friion, as you have been made aware; being the Captain of the Force, you have been relocated to this particular Academy to oversee all combat and training operations. The Force answers to you.'' ''As it should be. Proceed.'' Smirking as he drummed his fingers against the table, the image then turned to face Malai, the blue female Brenchian. ''As for Malai, her division will handle all tasks of espionage, reconnaissance, and subterfuge, as befits the talents she has already shown.'' ''And here I was thinking I wasn't going to have to babysit anyone. Oh, joy.'' She would remark sarcastically. Friion rolled his eyes and shot her a quick look. ''Take it easy, Boss. I'm just not looking forward to working out the kinks.'' ''Moving on. Daigo.'' The hulk of a Kabochan removed his chin from its resting place against his fist, folding his arms. ''Ayup?'' ''Your designated role is now Battlemaster. You are responsible for training any forces diverted to the Force in front-line combat, and your division will be treated as the first response in combat operations.'' ''My own wreckin' crew. Wicked!'' He would offer a thumbs-up and a goofy, enthusiastic smile. ''Khoa.'' ''Yes, sir.'' The by the book Ankoku sat up nice and straight and at attention, as much as his large frame would allow. ''Chief Strategist. You will collaborate with Friion using intelligence from Malai's division to formulate battle plans. Your division will mostly be comprised of non-combat personnel, such as scientists and engineers.'' ''It's an honor, sir. Will do.'' ''And finally, Amasi. As the most recent addition and with your generalized skill-set, you will head the Reserve Division. Your main roles will be supporting Daigo in times of combat, and non-combat duties offered to your Division are to handle communications and training recruits.'' ''Not bad, not bad a'tall. 'Least I can see some kinda action. Paperwork ain't my deal anyhow.'' ''Now that this is concluded, i'll let you all attend to your new duties. Oh, and one more thing...'' ''Mm?'' The Arcosian cooed curiously. ''The Emperor is currently on Yardrat. I would not be surprised if he would like to make an official inspection; i'm sure you understand. Keep up the good work, Friion Force. With more success, we may be able to negotiate further investment.'' ''We won't let you down. Everyone, it's time to part ways. I'll be checking in periodically.'' He would then nod to the image before ending the transmission, and the four subordinates left to try out their new offices and assigned duties. It would take some getting used to, but they should manage just fine after a little while. After a few brief moments of pause once he was all alone, Friion would rise from his seat in his short-statured Suppressed Form and exit the conference room, shutting the doors behind him. Walking over to his actual desk, he would begin sorting through mail to look for any hint or sign, a warning even, of the Emperor's could-be arrival. On the surface he looked calm, but deep down he had no idea what to think. He didn't know much about the one called Abzerute, not even hearsay; should the mysterious Emperor decide to drop by, it was anybody's guess how exactly the inspection could pan out. It was inevitable for the two to meet regardless. The Force would likely be working very closely with the new Emperor. He enjoyed his time seated for however long he could make it last. His weighted cloak he'd been making a habit of wearing to help bolster his strength was beginning to wear away at him after continued use, as strange as the garment seemed when he was making rounds or lifting weights in the training center. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Jul 1, 2016 23:41:03 GMT
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The bronze Arcosian frowned as he listened to the report from the councilman whom had just been in contact with the Friion Force unit. "And you felt it was required to inform them of my presence? Forewarning them of the possibility of an inspection from myself?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly as he leaned in his chair. The man on the other end of the call at least had the good sense to realise that he had screwed up and immediately began to grovel for what he was worth. Abzerute closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he interrupted the verbal self-flagellation of the underling. "Enough." he said, the man silencing himself immediately. "I'm not going to kill you for this. Everyone is allowed one screw up." he said before slowly opening his eyes to glare at the man. "One. Am I clear?" he asked. The man nodded and Abzerute cut the transmission, grumbling as he did so. "I had been hoping to perform a surprise inspection, catch them unawares and off-guard... in their natural element so to speak." the bronze Arcosian Emperor muttered before sighing and shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well... might as well put the bastard out of his misery. Can't have him looking over his shoulders all the time, waiting for me to swoop in on him. Not if he's meant to be commanding the Force under my reign." the Emperor stated to himself, before he began to leave his chambers and make his way through the air towards the Friion Force's base in Friezaton City. He did wonder how the Friion Force's leader would react to his incoming presence... |
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Post by Friion on Jul 3, 2016 15:12:38 GMT
While Friion had indeed expected further communication between he and the council, he came to terms with the fact that it would be better if he didn't know every single detail. It was better for him and the Force to be in their natural environments and states of behavior; better that the Emperor see the real thing than some forewarned facade. It was because of this that he'd decided to act as naturally as possible and not make any attempts at further communication for news. As of the current moment, the Emperor's visit was a possibility, but not something guaranteed. Nevertheless he still remained a little bit on edge, but was mentally making small steps toward relaxation. His Scouter was switched to an inactive setting to better view any new arrivals, Emperor or not, as a figure instead of an energy readout. He brought up the security feed on his primary monitor, flicking through the different angles and views to see what all was happening inside the facility's walls. Daigo, as expected, was found in the training center; the massive Kabochan was taking on small packs of students in sparring circuits to better place them in mentor and student roles. The Arcosian chuckled when he watched the wall of muscle perform a heavy lariat maneuver, sending four trainees soaring in different directions. He quirked his eyebrow as Amasi darted into the fray to take his back, using his Bullet state to better compete with speed where Daigo had mass and power. They truly did make a great two-man fighting team, and he found himself confident in their new placement of Battlemaster and Reserve Captain. Switching to a different feed, he would rest his chin against his palm as he looked over a large classroom of trainees inducted into the Strategic Division. It looked as if Khoa, the Ankoku Chief of Strategy, was giving them all an exam. Malai was running her batch of recruits through a training course in stealth tactics rigged up with cameras and motion detecting equipment. It was no surprise that most of her lot were Brenchians, renowned for their swiftness. Satisfied with what he saw, he would close the feed and stand from his desk, folding his arms behind his back as he suddenly desired a change in surroundings. Exiting his office and making his way toward the elevator at the far end of the hall, he'd strike the button for the ground level, enjoying the calm ride down with the calm tones of the elevator's music putting him more at ease. Stepping off once the doors slid open once again, he'd take a walk through the main hall of the training center to peer through the glass at the fighting duo. It seemed the mentor-student sorting had begun, with a small group of mentors on one bench and a much larger number of trainees on another. Nodding in slight satisfaction, he would continue on until he reached the lobby and take a seat at a bench near the large fountain of the HQ. With his back to the front doors, the receptionists continued going about their day sorting through paperwork like applications and registry forms. Folding his arms as he slouched back into the cushioned bench, he wondered what kind of activity the day would bring if the Emperor did show after all. He wasn't particularly proud of his own battle strength, but he had his own plans to remedy that factor in due time... Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Jul 8, 2016 23:27:22 GMT
The complex itself was standard enough fare to observe it from the exterior. It appeared no different from any other installation here in Friezaton, but that was a good thing in Abzerute's mind. It meant that it was less of an obvious target should anyone come to Yardrat with the purpose of taking out the infrastructure and military capacity of the rebuilding Empire. Of course, the Emperor wasn't coming for the aesthetics of the base, no. No, what he was coming for was what was meant to be a surprise inspection, although judging from the reactions of those below him as he approached the facility, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise even if that stupid councilman hadn't tipped the Friion Force off.
He landed at the front door and let himself in, taking note of the reaction times of the guards posted at the entrance before he took in the view of the Friion Force's lobby. It was about as ostentatious as he had expected, with a large fountain in the middle surrounded by cushioned benches, a reception desk nearby and corridors leading off from it. The bronze Arcosian Emperor looked around before making his way towards the reception desk, briefly scanning the room to keep a note of everyone's relative power levels. "C-Can we help you sire?" asked the woman on the left as Abzerute approached. "Inform the commanding officer that I've arrived. I think its time I took a look at this Friion Force, wouldn't you agree?" he inquired, the woman nodding before looking over towards Friion. Abzerute followed her gaze, his Scouter scanning the Arcosian, registering his power level as being below five thousand.
He must be wearing some sort of weighted items... there is no way that the commanding officer of this military force could be that low. he thought to himself as he waited to see how the Arcosian would react to his presence. This should make for an interesting distraction if nothing else. "C-Captain Friion sir? The Emperor is here to see you." the receptionist called over to the Arcosian lying on the bench. The commanding officer of the Friion Force... is named Friion. Abzerute thought before mentally sighing. Well, I suppose some traditions are harder to shake than others...
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Post by Polara Thermia on Jul 9, 2016 19:01:30 GMT
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Polara slowly walked into the complex, the female-like Arcosian staying silent as she gazed around. She felt Abzerute's energy nearby, and slowly walked toward him, and Friion. Raising her 'eyebrows' she watched the Arcosian lay on the sofa object.
Her face had a deadpan expression, her voice slowly filling the room. "Greetings. Might I ask what duty you have with the Emperor, Friion?" Her voice was cold and flat toned, giving nothing away. She had heard his name from the receptionist at the counter, and being a commander she had a duty to deal with military matters.
The Arcosianess looked over to see the Emperor himself standing prominently near the entryway. The black and white Arcosian would nod to Abzerute, speaking to him directly. "Apologies for this being having called you down. If these matters deal with Military, I can handle them if you require."
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Post by Friion on Jul 18, 2016 11:29:29 GMT
On the other side of the lobby, Friion elected to calm his nerves just a bit more before any sudden arrivals. One more had arrived that he hadn't accounted for, though he didn't know exactly who she was. The Empire's standing military being in recovering shambles didn't exactly help with the notion of knowing who was who, and he was confident even if the Emperor did show up that he wouldn't be able to recognize him without an introduction. The Force had been operating as a freelance cell for the few strike missions it had undertaken, and it was only now that they had garnered some measure of attention from the people who mattered. The receptionist called over to him, causing him to turn his head slowly though attentively toward her desk. He nodded and rose to his feet from his relaxed and seated position, folding his arms behind his back with his posture straight as he rolled his shoulders to loosen up a little. He made his way across the lobby and past the fountain, seeing that a bronze-colored Arcosian had already placed questioning and curious sights on him. The other figure was a female, black and white in coloration, though he didn't recognize her nearly as much as he could figure who the Emperor was; his Scouter's quiet reading of the figure's battle power told him enough of that confirmation all on its own. At her question, he would respond confidently. ''I have no doubt that in the coming days, my Force and the standing military will be working closely together. In regards to that, I saw it fit to extend an invitation to the Emperor to inspect our facilities. No doubt our new Emperor would like to see the assets at his command, after all. With the Empire regaining its strength after the tragedy of Arcose, I haven't' had much time for meet and greets. I'll admit I was curious to see the new Emperor with my own eyes. Who might you be, then?''
With a neutral expression he would pose the question to Polara. Taking a reading from her as well with his Scouter, it quietly returned a reading of just over thirteen thousand. At present, she was quite close to his own strength, even if the both of them paled in comparison to the new ruler. With time and training, however, they could both likely become much more useful assets to the newly-led Empire. ''Following tradition of course, my name is Friion, and this academy was offered to me by the council to house the Friion Force shortly after our last raid. While I admit it's a bit tacky, we simply moved in and made minor adjustments rather than being granted an empty lot all our own. Resources are tight, as i'm sure the both of you know. Currently my subordinates have been ordered to run training circuits, whipping the greenhorns into shape to better service the Emperor's command. We offer several divisions with differing areas of expertise, as well as open enrollment for promising recruits from other academies. Long has the Force acted as a hand to the ruler of Arcose, and my own Force will be no different, I assure you.'' He would offer a slight bow, and once returning to his straight-standing position, a dutiful salute. '''If you like what you see today, sire, my Force is yours to command.''
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Post by Abzerute on Jul 19, 2016 11:33:40 GMT
The bronze Arcosian raised an eyebrow at Polara's appearance, but decided to take advantage of this opportunity that had presented itself to him. "No need Commander Polara. I'm merely here to inspect the facilities and oversee what is transpiring." he said to the female Arcosian before regarding Friion himself. "Now then, if you would care to lead the way, let us begin shall we? I'm sure we all have a lot on our plates right now." said Abzerute, gesturing for the Force Leader to, well, lead the way through the facility and give the grand tour as it were.
"And the Force may be a military unit Polara, but they are not strictly within the purview of the Military. Consider Friion to be your counterpart, as his Force handle special operations, whilst your forces are the mainstay units." explained Abzerute, as if this was knowledge the woman should already have known and understood... even if he had just considered it himself as to how their relative stations would work and coincide with one another. He turned his attention back to Friion as they walked. "Tell me, how has recruitment been progressing?" he inquired, wanting a general idea of where the Force stood. He had something in mind for the Friion Force, but had to be certain it was actually feasible.
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Post by Polara Thermia on Jul 23, 2016 0:46:11 GMT
Polara's face guard was up, navy blue eyes fixed on Friion and his movements. "Whether we work together properly will depend on you being less lax." Replied the feminine Arcosian. Her arms were folded over her chest, navy blue bio gems faintly shining in the light of the window and inside lighting fixtures. She studied the other Arcosian, keeping an ear out to Abzerute as the Emperor spoke.
"Forgive me for my sudden appearance, Lord Abzerute. I had yet to identify the ki and take it upon myself to keep track of ki signatures. If he and I are to coincide with one another, I would like to test his fighting abilities after the facility is toured. I myself am faintly interested in seeing the facility through, permission to accompany you?"
The black and white Arcosian was a being of few words sometimes, choosing to study the others in her presence rather than jabber like Friion was. Regardless, her mind continued to process the given information, with her eyes giving nothing away and her arms remaining crossed.
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Post by Friion on Jul 24, 2016 1:56:16 GMT
Having a lot on his plate was a sore understatement. Friion and his Force had been hurriedly relocated to this academy with very little time to prepare, and needless to say it was a stressful experience. He'd be a fool to think anyone else that held even a sliver of authority or power wasn't going through the same thing. His people still hadn't recovered from the sacking of Arcose, and it was likely to be a great deal of time before they could fully claim they had with a degree of confidence; at least now, however, they were taking steps in the right direction to right the Empire back onto its own legs where it should be. He finally noted how weak his signature must have came across; his battle power wasn't anything groundbreaking unless he accessed his higher forms, and the weighted gear he chose to employ must have made him look incredibly unimpressive. He mentally shrugged it off, pushing the thought into the back of his mind for the time being unless it would be brought up along the tour. He was requested to get the tour underway, and he nodded. Being the Emperor has inquiring about recruitment, it probably would have been a good idea to show off the different divisions' personalized training facilities. He had a pretty fair chain of command going when it came to training. He would wave a hand in a gesture to follow, keeping the other relaxed and resting across his back before the gesturing hand would move back around to join it.
He listened to what Abzerute was saying to inform Polara of how the two organizations would be working together. He did like the sound of what he was hearing; if it wasn't broke, there was no need to repair it. The two branches of the military worked well together, even with their separate roles; at least that's how it used to be. It was no secret that a distinct lack of elite fighters to match the Saiyans was a primary reason behind the catastrophic losses faced on their old homeworld. When posed with the question of recruitment, he would clear his throat slightly and reply. ''To be honest, it was a rough venture at first. Most applicants were gunning for positions in the standing military, because up until recently this Force had no leader. Once I was able to claim the title and lead the attack on that rebel facility, as well as prevent their scorched earth strategy of trying to blow the structure sky high with a self destruct once they lost it, it did wonders to put the Force on the grid. We now have a surprising number of applicants that we sort into one of five different divisions depending on their talents. I've also created a mentor-student system, where more advanced trainees such as what little veterans we have left that switched over from the standing military, are watching over and helping to groom the strengths of a squad or three's worth of the real greenhorns. It's working well so far, and once we get our first few rounds of graduates we'll have a very flexible box of tools to work with. Infiltration, shock strike teams, information processing and gathering... there's a lot of possibilities on the table when it comes to our mission flexibility.''
He let a small confident smile creep onto his face, even as he couldn't help but notice Polara just couldn't seem to relax. It seemed from her earlier comment she'd taken the wrong impression from Friion, but he didn't have the immediate concern to correct it. He'd bring the trio to a slow halt, turning to look through a large window of reinforced glass, further bolstered by ki dampening fields to prevent any structural damage. Inside was Daigo, the massive Kabochan, standing aside Amasi, the fiery red Brenchian. They had already sorted a few veterans out among the newbies and were carefully watching them spar in group combat. ''The big one is Daigo, my recently promoted Battlemaster. His division are the first in, first out shock troops of the Force. He's responsible for most of the combat training. The Brenchian fellow is Amasi, head of the Reserve Division. They're a generalist unit, helping to fill in gaps with communications, information processing, and backing up Daigo's unit in combat deployments.''
Hopefully, the Emperor and his second actually getting to see the gears of the training program hard at work would drum up a bit of faith and confidence.
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Post by Abzerute on Aug 1, 2016 20:32:49 GMT
Abzerute gave a slight sigh at the apparently growing enmity between Polara and Friion, admittedly mostly from Polara's side of the fence. He gave a gesture for her to follow along if she so desired, wondering idly if she was genuinely feeling animosity towards her counterpart for her initial perceptions of him. Of course it could just be her attempting to brown nose her way through the Emperor's favour by casting shadows of doubt on her counterpart... such tactics were to be expected given her status right now in the scheme of things.
At least Friion had the decency to appear unfazed by the commentary the female Arcosian had been slinging his way as he explained how well the Force's recruitment had been progressing thus far. He gave an amused snort at the increase in applications. "Yes, people do tend to gravitate more towards an overt display of power as opposed to subtler machinations." he mused, taking in the sights as he was being shown them.
He observed the sparring practice of the units they had assembled so far of trainee's, raising an eyebrow at the presence of the Kabochan and Brenchian. Not so much the fact they were there, but more at the sense of deja vu that had just passed over his mind. Something about this setup with the Force so far seemed oddly familiar, and that was something that was going to nag at him for a while now no doubt. Speaking of nagging... "Perhaps a demonstration for what the recruits are aiming for would be in order?" the bronze Arcosian suggested, looking between Friion and Polara, gesturing towards the training area. "Further motivation and such."
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Post by Polara Thermia on Aug 1, 2016 23:34:47 GMT
Polara walked forward as Abzerute gestured to follow if she wished. The black and white Arcosian kept silent, still processing everything and sorting it in her mind. She tried to keep her mind uncluttered and organized, metaphorically speaking. The commander listened to the layout of the teams, and quirked a 'brow' lightly at the presence of the Brenchian and Kabochan. The female studied the recruits, still tuned into the conversation around her. She analyzed the duo in the training area, paying close attention to their fight styles. She was faintly impressed that Friion had the force well thought out, and the commander gave a very light nod of approval towards her counterpart. That was probably the most the force leader would get from the stone-faced, silent warrior. Polara was not one to show emotions very easily, keeping a stone face to not convey emotional messages. Abzerute gestures to the training area, and the black Arcosian nodded slightly. " If you so wish. Friion, are you willing to aid in this endeavor?" For what it was worth, she did sense some potential in Friion, wanting to test it for herself. The emperor was basically asking them to spar between each other, which lightly interested Polara more than she appeared to be. Friion |
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Post by Friion on Aug 24, 2016 3:17:33 GMT
(Sorry for the massive delay! You guys won't have to wait that long again.  ) It seemed the Emperor was beholden to a measure of wisdom. Abzerute had made quite a point with his comment on terms of recruitment; for one reason among various possible ones, the standing military did remain the more popular choice. Special forces task groups like this one were notorious for a higher field mortality rate and harsher punishments upon failure, making the thought of applying highly intimidating for new recruits. What was true for any military however and just as much here as anywhere else was the fact that glory hounds would always be around. Whether green recruits eager to prove themselves or veterans looking to climb the links in the chain of command, it was no falsehood these types of individuals formed the backbone of the Friion Force's recent bolster in able bodies. It was after this detour in thought that the Emperor had notioned a surprising gesture. He had suggested that his two military subordinates enter the training center and have a sparring match. Claiming it to be for the purpose of setting an example for the Force recruits to strive to achieve by witnessing a bout between two higher class fighters, Friion had his own suspicions that the Emperor possibly wanted to gauge them himself as well. He wasnt entirely disagreeable to either idea, but the matter of his heavy weights dousing his power output poised him to raise a question to Polara. Glancing to her as she seemed a tad interested in how they both measured up, he would finally ask. ''Polara'', he would begin. ''I have no plans to insult you by coming at you with anything less than my actual strength. The reading either of you have likely picked up is obviously not what i'm entirely of capable of. The gear i'm wearing places a tremendous strain on my energy output, so my intention is to be rid of it; both for my comfort, and out of respect. Is this agreeable to you?'' She seemed very on-board the idea of the two having a bout, so his guess was she enjoyed a good and fair fight. Stepping forward as he listened for her answer, he stepped in front of the motion-sensing door as it quietly slid open. Arcosians in the training center was certainly uncommon by itself, but three in one place was just uncanny. The rank and file gawked, and even Daigo and Amasi stood slack-jawed at the readings on their scouters. Folding his arms behind his back, Friion stepped inside with a welcoming smile to his would-be opponent and his new Emperor. Halting briefly to peer through the crowd, he would clear his throat. ''Friion Force, i'd like you to meet your Emperor. Show your respects and then clear the floor.'' Hurrying into squadron formations (some stumbling in their scramble to get there more than others), they offered a hearty salute to the three Arcosians before slowly trickling off in separate directions, taking seats on and around the benches behind the ki dampening technology to ensure they wouldn't be caught in any kind of crossfire. Friion would then step to the side, gesturing a respectful ''after you'' with a hand to allow the pair of visitors inside. He would patiently await them to take their chosen places before he'd settle on one of his own. Abzerute Polara Thermia |
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Post by Abzerute on Aug 25, 2016 11:49:08 GMT
The bronze Arcosian Emperor shrugged at Friion's suggestion of him removing his gear. "Whichever you find preferable." he said, smirking somewhat as the group of recruits took in the sight and power of their effective commander-in-chief, and the fact that the Emperor was here as well. He gave them all a slight nod before they all filed off to their seats to observe the coming sparring match.
He noted that the barriers would absorb any ki blasts that struck against them, either from stray bolts, or any "misfires". It was an intriguing design, and one that he could already see being implemented in a battle setting against the Solar Saiyan Empire whenever they decided to strike again, or any other threat to the resurfacing Arcosian Empire. He'd make it a strong 'recommendation' to have all their forces equipped with a personal version of this barrier.
It would be amusing to watch the faces of the enemies legions of Super Saiyans as their blasts were rendered impotent against a shield wall of this stuff. But that was something for another time. Right now though, he had a sparring match to watch, and so he took up a position near the center of the arena, but on the combatants side of the shield barrier. He wanted to bear witness to whatever abilities they had himself, and if anything came his way... well, it wasn't a bad idea to demonstrate the power of the Emperor now and then. It was like he had said earlier, people tended to gravitate more towards an overt display of power than subtle machinations.
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Post by Polara Thermia on Aug 25, 2016 13:02:30 GMT
Polara walked along with the others into the chamber, silent as she observed the trainees who quickly filed off to their seats. Still stone faced, the only 'female' in the group was still rather judgemental of Friion himself. The display of order and technology was something truly curious to her, considering the fields seemed to be there for a reason; to which she quickly figured out said reason. Ki barriers that absorbed any stray blasts, which satisfied her meaning she could very well go all out against Friion. The mention of his gear putting strain on the power he exerted caused her to suddenly narrow her eyes in focus; wondering exactly what his true power was if this was merely a part of his power.
"It is agreeable. I will do my best against you, and no matter the difference I will do what I can. I do not fight normally, however; I believe fighting for no reason is senseless and quite stupid sometimes. I must say you've intrigued me enough for me to allow a spar to come to being; albeit it is somewhat also by Abzerute's orders I am doing so. Discard your gear and we shall proceed." Her tone was businesslike; 60 years in the military had trained her voice to be this way, and only when she was incredibly frustrated or around her son her tone would alter; but only in those chosen situations.
The feminine biped would roll her shoulders; cracking her neck before settling into a defensive stance, legs firmly planted in the floor but ready to move out of the way or follow up with a strike of her own. It was clear she was giving Friion the first move, eyes focused on the other Arcosian as she noted Abzerute being on the fighting side of the ki barrier, while also being off to the side. She was determined to show Abzerute she wasn't rusted on technique, and prepared herself for a full on strike by the normal-colored Arcosian. The black and white lizard woman stays silent and raises her arms to be bent at the elbows, hand by her chest to grab a strike while her other hand ready to catch stray blasts or defend her torso.
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Post by Friion on Aug 30, 2016 9:26:13 GMT
For a being that came across as all business and no nonsense, it seemed the same were true for Polara when it came to battle. She wasted no time in taking the field, taking up her desired position on the training ground. Friion observed her carefully as she spoke, stating it wasn't normally in her nature to fight without a good reason before requesting Friion remove his gear so they could get started. He nodded firmly, grasping his weighted cloak by the collar. The trainees already knew better than to allow it to damage the floor or any of the equipment, so a particularly eager recruit lumbered forward and caught it with both open hands, arms tucked into a bracing under-arm posture. He was quickly planted to his knees upon catching the garment. Friion's violet aura grew steadily until it reached its actual magnitude, cloaking itself close to his body before fading away, his power output rising to a just-above Polara level of 18,596 units of energy. It was a shame to have to ditch the garment so early into the day, but there were more important matters at stake than personal gain. Besides, the shared trait of Arcosian Natural Power in the room would still make this little bout quite a bit more beneficial than usual; it was no secret that their species were quick to grow into heightened plateaus of prowess. Taking a few steps forward as he eyed her posture, he would blink seriously yet curiously as he began to formulate a plan of attack. It was obvious that she was allowing him the first move; her posture was centered more defensively than offensively, allowing her to get an advantage in reaction time should he make any serious mistakes. He'd have to take an unorthodox approach into this spar, that much he could already tell. Relaxing his muscles as he came to an abrupt stop, he'd form one hand into a knife-handed chop-like posture, extending it out and away from his body, while curling the other fist in toward his hip. Putting his dominant leg forward with his dominant shoulder facing his adversary, he'd suddenly spring off of his back leg as soon as he'd planted it. Rocketing in from the ground straight for her, he'd pull the fist near his hip back and throw a quick hook with it he didn't fully intend on having land. Depending if the feint played out how he would have liked, the following turning tail lash may or may not have scored a blow. If so, he'd take advantage of the momentum of the landed strike to follow up with a flurry of quick kicks. If his plan failed, he'd pull both arms inward, palms out and crossed at the wrists, raising a guard to hopefully assist him in thwarting any of her more serious blows of counter-attack. As of yet, he hadn't thought of much to say. Polara seemed very to-the-point; perhaps the fighting would do most of the talking. |
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