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Post by zarun on Dec 6, 2018 9:42:47 GMT -5
Man, Earth was boring today.
Zarun lay on his back, his fingers interlocked behind his head as he looked up towards the night sky. It was one thing for there to be animals running around; he enjoyed spending time with them more than he did with regular Earthlings, and they tended to be a bit more willing to spend time with him too, at that. The thing was though, he hadn't seen any animals today, really. He could probably go into their nests, homes, burrows, whatever and force them out to try and entertain himself, but that seemed a bit much. It wasn't like they'd done anything to him, after all. So why should he go around wrecking their stuff and disturbing them? It was an unfair idea. Still; the only really interesting people he'd met on Earth so far were those two girls - Zam and the Earthling one. He honestly forgot her name at the moment, not that she wasn't memorable. He looked back pretty fondly on their fight - it wasn't like he usually got any from natives, after all.
It couldn't be like this on every world, right? He'd only really been on a couple, and one of them was just a flyover on his trip to get here. The one he had lived his whole life on was pretty nice, and it had excitement on top of that. Admittedly, the one they'd stopped at on the way just looked like it was snow everywhere with a blizzard blowing constantly and that was all; not much happening. He'd picked Earth at random, admittedly. Apparently, it was actually somewhere special. He'd heard so far that Earthlings were some of the smartest you could find in the galaxy, and that they could be really tough too, if they put their mind to it. Whereas Saiyans, like him, didn't have to try so hard. At least, he didn't think he'd worked as hard as an Earthling would have to, to be in the fighting shape he was. So, what was the plan? He couldn't just sit around on this little green ball his whole life, waiting for stuff to actually happen so he could have fun for once in his life. No, he needed stuff to do! Maybe he wouldn't stay as long as he was thinking. There were plenty of other worlds out there, so it wasn't like he would be stuck figuring out how to pick. He'd just point at somewhere random, again. It worked out so far! Kinda.
Zarun sat up, his arms draped over his knees as he stared forward, only now noticing a small rabbit running across the grass. He held still, making sure he wouldn't spook the thing as it seemed to be investigating around, as though it was curious about something. It was eating, its hands brought up to his face as it chewed ravenously on something. Zarun could relate to that. Maybe that was why Saiyans were able to eat so much compared to the other groups of people around; were they closer to how animals were? He'd heard that Saiyans used to have tails, so that could make sense. He didn't really see what the point in their tails would be, though. What do you even use that for? Maybe one day he'd ask a Saiyan, when he properly met one. Right now, it seemed like Earthlings were as close as he was going to get. Not that he was looking down on them or anything, but - they werent' exactly the genuine article, were they? They just sort of looked like Saiyans, or at least the few that he'd watched from a distance.
Alright, whatever. Zarun stood up, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered just finding where the next shuttle was out of here. It seemed like everyone was away. Apparently even the King wasn't here right now! Not that....he knew where the King was. Or what he looked like, or what he even really did around here. He assumed it was just the same as any other leader, even if he'd never met a King before. He got the distinct impression that guys like him didn't really get to hang out with royalty. Fine by him, anyway. He wasn't interested. Zarun began to slowly float into the air, ascending into the sky as he looked around, trying to pick up on anything around. He didn't know what the shuttle times were, but he'd give Earth another chance. There had to be something around here that could keep his attention, right?
Wait, there! Zarun's senses suddenly perked up as he felt a Power way beyond his own, somewhere farther away on Earth. Even if just for a moment, it was way stronger than any he'd ever felt before! It was a crazy level of power, and he felt a small grin grow on his face. Oh, man. If there was someone that strong on this planet, then maybe he should stick around! Or, better yet, maybe they'd know the kind of place where you could find guys even stronger than that! He got the feeling that there were planets out there filled with crazy powerful beings who could do all sorts of incredible things, and he wanted to see it for himself. Even if just because seeing and experiencing powers of this level really got his blood pumping, the nature of his Saiyan heritage rushing like a madman through his brain to push him to approach quickly.
Zarun obeyed, his aura exploding around him as he rushed across the sky, leaving a white trail of energy behind him, which began to fade as he moved on beyond it. He continued to soar through the air, that enthusiastic grinning still painting his face as he looked around, trying to place the exact location of that power. Where was it? He had to see it, to find out who this was. He had so many things to ask them. Why were they even here? Where did they come from? What were they, an Earthling, or something else? If they weren't, where could he find some others as strong as they were?
He probably should've rehearsed beforehand.
WC: 1,036
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 6, 2018 11:21:11 GMT -5
Another day, another order.
Polaris had been hard at work, and away from the mantle of Mitra on official diplomacy business. From what she gathered it dealt with not only the queen of Saiyans Radia, but also Carambolis, the emperor she had battles on Kabocha. Who else lingered around that meeting table, she would be sure to brief herself on later, still--the nuances of political conglomerations didn’t excite her too much.
At heart, she was still just a demon. A being craving for power, a being seeking its next prey while lingering in sheep’s clothing. Sure, she wore the badge of an Empire’s personnel; however, the woman hardly considered herself a loyal member. She had fought alongside, and with Polaris each on one separate occasion. However, the frost demon regarded her highly, and probably considered her one of his right hands, why?
Her mind toyed with the thoughts continuously. Still, having the protection of the man outweighed his reasonings. Having his shield meant she could prance freely amongst the stars without fear of repercussions or death. His strength guarded her---not that she was too much weaker than the Emperor.
The woman cleared her throat before addressing her appearance in the mirror of her suite on Mitra. She looked decent enough for the meeting---A plain black sweater and gray slacks hugged her silhouette. Upon her feet some simple but business appropriate heels. Her long locks of pink colored hair rested upon her crown in a braided up do. She showed no outwardly appearance of a commander of the Galactic Empire. However, if someone could sense the power seething from her, it was sickening. Not only from the pure overwhelming pressure of her aura though, there was something sinister emitting from her heart. Something chaotic and terrifying for no obvious reason.
“Hn, I have----” Kuueru paused and looked towards the illuminated LED screen of her mobile device. The time displayed at the top seemed to stir her a bit. She was late, and not on Earth!
Hastily the demoness pressed a few fingers to her sun kissed forehead. It didn’t take long for her to pinpoint her target and muster up the ki to preform her magic trick. In an instant the reflection before the mirror, and the girl, were gone.
She hurled through space and time, the nauseating array of colors and cacophony of sounds would turn anyone’s stomach. But, this was Kuueru’s main form of travel. Since learning the technique of instant transmission, there was no need for ships, no need for lengthy amounts of time sitting in deep space. It was convenient, she couldn’t think of a good reason not to make use of her techniques.
Just as quickly as she disappeared the woman appeared. The blinding sunlight overhead forced Kuueru to raise a forearm to shield her bright lavender eyes from the sky. For what it was worth, she mostly kept her room dark, it reminded her the most of her home in the demon realm. There was hardly light there, let alone something of the magnitude of this sun here before Earth.
Her eyes scanned the busy scene. Hover cars and tall buildings were as far as she could see. She was in some metropolis, not that she knew the name. Despite her being in the mortal realm for nearly a year, she hadn’t bothered to learn the Names of most of the popular planets, let alone some backwater planet’s cities. Yet, here she was, meeting diplomats on one.
Her task today was to give a presentation. Yes---Polaris had put her on recruiting duty. Kuueru couldn’t fathom why though. Why would a demon, of all people, be the best person to convince the planet’s strongest to enlist in the Ultramarines? Still, an order was an order--and if the frost demon found out she did otherwise, there would be consequences. She wouldn’t be forced to endure another day of his ramblings while he forced her to listen as punishment. She shuttered at the thought.
“Shit, I was supposed to go to the local…. what was it again?” Kuueru whipped out her phone as she floated down to the Earth’s surface and the city streets. She got a few odd glances, but ki users and powerful martial artists weren’t out of the norm as they were centuries ago.
“Ah, there we go,” Kuueru mumbled to herself while pulling up the address on her phone. It was a few blocks away. It appeared to be a high school of all things. The emperor was picking his grapes a bit early, but---if it was what must be done, she had to oblige.
“Eastside High School, ah---here we are,” The woman repeated as she looked down to her phone to verify before walking into the entrance of the school. There were several checkpoints she had to make it through, although with her appearance she could probably pass for an eighteen-year-old. She flashed her badge, told them her reasoning for being there, and ultimately was escorted to the gymnasium of the school.
There were hundreds of upperclassmen huddling on the bleachers of the gym. Most looked bored or annoyed they had to be there. Others seemed eager for the chance to skip out on class for the time being. Kuueru stood there awkwardly, before she was soon handed a microphone and introduced to the group of fledglings as Commander Kuueru. Immediately, she felt her cheeks fluster before waltzing towards the middle of the floor.
“Hello, thank you all for gathering today---I’m sure you’re all here out of force, or because you have a legitimate interest in joining the Galaxy’s Empire. I’m here to answer your questions, and give you a general understanding of what that duty entails if you so choose to try for it one day for yourself,”
Just as Polaris had his informants tell her to speak. She wasn’t the type for public speaking, but it did feel nice to scope out the energies throughout the room. Most were nonexistent. Still, there were a few athletic looking kids who seemed to be intently staring her down with the promises they had all hear of power. Perhaps, even without the ability to sense ki, they still felt her presence as a chill up the spine. zarun WC: 1052
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Post by zarun on Dec 6, 2018 17:34:57 GMT -5
Come on, come on. He knew he felt it somewhere around here! It had just appeared out of nowhere after a second, he knew it had! Zarun was as much confused as he was excited at the appearance of this incredible power so suddenly. After all, a power like this, he would've noticed it on approach, right? Power was so low here in comparison (himself included) compared to a being like that, that as soon as it entered even upper atmosphere he would've been able to sense it, maybe even before then. He understood as well as anyone, probably better than anyone else, actually, that he wasn't exactly the most honed or disciplined user of Ki. Hell, he had about as much finesse as a drunken Kabochan, whatever a Kabochan even was. Even still, someone like him would've picked it up. He was surprised that it didn't cause as much of a stir as before. Still, the power wasn't exactly spiking all over the place like someone was fighting or powering up, so what gives? Maybe it was that King of Earth that he'd heard so much about. Zarun bet he was stupidly strong. Could probably tear people apart at the seams or flick him away, from how this felt. Oh man, he hoped so.
Curiously enough, as he began to triangulate on the power, Zarun was forced to stop in the air and look down, his eyebrow raised. It was a city. Just...any city, or maybe just a really big town. Was this East City? He was pretty sure this was near it, if this wasn't it. He was still getting a hold on place names, but that wasn't really the point of why he was so confused. If there was a level of power here that felt like anything even close to what he'd sensed earlier, then why was this city still here? Usually, when something that strong just appeared on a world, it tended to vaporise everything around it. The only real monarchs he'd heard of tended to do that sort of thing, so it probably wasn't the King of Earth. Phooey. Ah, well. He'd meet him some other time, then. Right now, he was more excited to see who this other strong person could be. Were they as strong as much as they felt? Were they even stronger? Zarun actually got goosebumps on the surface of his skin, travelling up his arms as he thought about it more and more. He just had to see.
The Saiyan floated down towards the building that he felt the power enter just recently. He landed on the roof, for the most part avoiding prying eyes. This didn't look like a palace, so yeah, okay. His previous theory was shot and rotting by now. Zarun walked to the edge, leaning over it as he almost entirely bent his body over, floating just slightly upside down to see the sign on the building. Eastside High School. Well, you couldn't exactly have an 'Eastside' in East City, so that definitely wasn't where he was. It was a school of some kind, okay. A place where people went to learn. What made it higher than others, anyway? Unless it meant something to do with actual height, but it definitely didn't look like a place where you taught people how to fly. The Saiyan stayed above, trying not to bring too much attention to himself. He'd had problems with doing that before, and he wasn't sure that right now he wanted to cause more trouble than strictly necessary. If he got caught by some other powerful guy and beat up, he was going to miss this insane font of strength in the school!
Zarun found a window, poking his head down to float and look inside. It was some kind of hall, but he could definitely sense the power was in there. It took him a bit to focus on it and figure out who it was, but he could immediately tell once she actually stepped forward, her introduction being loud enough that the Saiyan was able to catch it. Commander Kuueru? So, someone from some kind of military. That must've been one of the toughest armies you could come across, if there were officers at this level running around. She wasn't even like the Queen or the General or something, but a Commander! That was someone who was still pretty important, but not so important you didn't send them on random combat deployments, right? Military matters were one of the few subjects that had interested Zarun in his younger brother's books and old data-notes, finding out how ranking was generally done, how those large-scale combats were handled. Just the idea of having hundreds of opponents darting through the air that he could fight gave him an excitement he wasn't expecting.
As Kuueru began her presentation, Zarun began to mentally take notes. So, she was from some kind of Galaxy's Empire? Oh, the Galactic Empire, right! He had heard of it, even if he generally didn't keep up with news or anything. He'd heard it mostly mentioned on the transport ship over here - some other passenger complaining about lots of regulations and rules that he had to abide by, or something. Whether or not any of that was true, the Saiyan had no clue, but at least he had some idea of who this was, and where she came from, now.
Still, something was weird and off about her power, now that she was so close. It felt almost, a bit...cold? In a way, it was almost gross. It kind of gave off that same feeling you got from a smell that forced you to wrinkle your nose, or at least, that's how his brain was processing it. Something about it was making the air just a bit chillier, and it only impressed him even more. It wasn't quite enough to make his breath frost the glass, but he felt like it totally could have. Whatever the case, Zarun kept still, and listened, curious about what else she was going to talk about. He didn't bother suppressing his power, assuming that she must've been talking to some room of fighters that were similar to him in level. The only reason he could barely sense them was that there was a mammoth-level presence nearby them, right?
Right?
WC: 1,064 [Total= 2,100]
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 7, 2018 10:02:52 GMT -5
The woman in heels waltzed around the polished gymnasium floor idly as she spoke. She didn't prepare too much of a speech, however, there were some main points that she had to be sure to get across before she could leave. It would be a waste for her to come all the way here, and then leave with a mere introduction and plea to join the cause. Her fierce eyes narrowed as she gazed out at the crowds of youth, their teachers, and even some of the support staff who were interested in the meeting.
It had been planned out month in advance. In fact, several of these very same recruitment activities were taking place all over this planet, galaxy and throughout the star systems in Polaris's name. He was never satisfied with his army of numbers, for him, there was almost more to obtain. More power to harness, and more men to direct as his arsenal. Kuueru knew she were but a pawn, no---a mere puppet for the frost demon Emperor. Still, she carried on his word, and tried to make her appearances with the public as, anti-demonic as she could muster.
Her gaze shot towards a window in the corner. Something stuck out. Sure, there were some kids in the room who harnessed a power level above the norm, but now there was a new piece into play on the field. She saw a dark-eyed face peer through the windows of a building nearly two or three stories high. An eavesdropper? Perhaps a future recruit he noticed her arrival?
Kuueru always displayed her power in hopes of recruiting strong players to her team. Sometimes however, it brought more conflict than allies. Was this man here to challenge her to a fight? Perhaps he was merely curious of the circumstances of such a woman being in a High School gym?
The lights of the room suddenly dimmed, and soon on a blank white cement wall behind her a large projection light up with room. Upon it was a beautifully designed presentation which would introduce the Empire, their goals, and some other useful information.
Kuueru used a small handheld device to shuffle through the slides of the presentation as she continued to speak to the crowd.
"Our cause, and our plight is to protect the galaxy of course! Who doesn't love the thought of a safe and secure place to call home?" She paused, her devilish grin flashing towards the youth of the room.
"Right now, our glorious Emperor Polaris is off making peace with the Dominion, our own officials here on Earth, as well as the Kabochan Confederacy which is another major player in the galaxy. Together we aim to unify and spread a time of peace for our peoples. Still, that doesn't mean we don't need fresh and young minds to contribute to our successes. With the amass of new planets and governments beneath our protective wings, we require officials and members to help control and set new laws for these people. That is our aim as the Empire. To show and light the way to a more prospering universe!"
Kuueru took in a deep breath, her rant seeming a bit long winded, but passionate nonetheless. Demons were good at pretending to care, even if the subject was something they detested. If it got them ahead in life, they would lie, cheat and scratch their way to the top. They feared no opposition; perhaps that was one of the reasons the demoness had garnered so much strength?
She flipped through to the next slides. They were about the same as any other military recruitment's presentation. They listed the benefits of joining the empire. Lavish health plans for the rest of the enrollee's days for both them and their families. A beautiful pension upon completion of duty, not to mention free education while they are enlisted. This was about usual for most of the military branches around the galaxy, still the Empire was one of the largest, with some of the vastest funds around. One could be sure that there was no fibbing on these slides and promises.
"As you can see, there are many benefits for donating your time and efforts to our cause. Trust me, I eat the most lavish of meals on Mitra!" Kuueru chuckled heartily and the lights overhead soon came back on. Her presentation lasted for a good ten to fifteen minutes, but clearly by the look of the kid's faces half were interested, and the other half were the rebellious type. At least she would leave with more people thinking of the Empire as a backup plan if things didn't work out in the 'adult' life for them. Sadly, that was more so the case for a lot of their Ultramarines. Kids who flunked out of college or couldn't gain enough momentum in the job force. Now, they risked their lives in exchange for a decent living. If they lived.
"So now, if there aren't any questions you all have---feel free to grab more information from the QR code listed on the screen!" Where her presentation once was a barcode could be scanned by the kid's mobile devices to lead them to a more detailed list of information and benefits of the Empire. Still, none of them seemed to want to speak up to the woman in person. Perhaps it was her overwhelming aura that detoured them all from asking. Perhaps it was the elephant in the room.
"Thank you all for your time, please---feel free to contact me directly if you have any questions." The woman bowed her head towards the students, and then towards the faculty before excusing herself from the gymnasium and ultimately the building.
Kuueru couldn't pretend she wasn't interested in finding that odd power level that seemed to be stalking from the window earlier. She cautiously looked around for the bright faced lad, it wasn't hard for her to lock onto his power. In an instant she was gone from view like earlier, however when she reappeared she were right behind the familiar energy source.
"You. Why did you not come in for the presentation? Do you prefer watching from afar?" Her voice was low and sultry in nature. She almost hissed between her words, which---would probably already send a shiver up the boy's neck. A smile was plastered upon her lips now, surprising people always made for a good time. zarun WC: 1077 || 2129
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Post by zarun on Dec 7, 2018 16:18:16 GMT -5
Zarun was like, 99 percent sure that the powerful lady saw him as he peered curiously through the window. Even if she hadn't, she was probably experienced enough to easily tell different individuals apart with sensing through Ki, if she was that strong. There were very few people who could get that strong without having much or any experience in actual combat. Zarun couldn't even imagine that; someone being as strong as she was, and never fighting? It was crazy talk, there was no way that was it. She was definitely someone who'd fought a ton of times before, enough that she probably forgot more fights than he'd actually been in. That just made this strange woman all the more appealing to talk to. He wanted to find out about her, what she'd done, where she was going and why she was here, really. Well, he supposed he already had all the answer he needed to the last one. She was here to recruit for her Empire, which he'd heard enough about to draw conclusions in his own mind. Still, just seeing someone this strong here was causing him to rethink everything. Were all Kings and Emperors the most powerful guys in their nations? If that was true, how strong must that Emperor Polaris be? Oh, it was just making him giddy just thinking about it.
It was interesting to hear her say that apparently, peace was being made. Huh. That was interesting to hear, even to someone who loved battle as much as he did. A guy as strong as that Emperor must've been, making peace? He must have been a good guy to do something like that. If he was willing to not hurt somebody even when he was stronger than them, he must've had a ton of control over himself, and must care a lot about people's lives, right? A lot of beings in the galaxy saw things as might makes right, which Zarun sometimes found difficulty arguing with. If someone was the strongest, didn't that generaly make them the best person? They were always gonna be the biggest target when they're in charge, so that should be the person who can deal with it the best, and if they can handle anyone who wants to hurt their people, that'll make sure everyone feels safe all the time. In his, arguably more simplistic way of viewing things, it all made sense to the odd little Saiyan and his strange sensibilities.
Being in the Imperial Army did seem pretty nice, though. You seemed to get a lot of stuff, even if Zarun didn't really know what a lot of it meant. And on top of that, apparently she got to have really good food all the time! If that was true, then maybe the Galactic Empire really was worth it, for the amount they must've fed you. There were a lot of big numbers that he assumed was the amount of money that the soldiers were being paid, though he still did struggle with symbols of currency here and there, since there were quite a few spread out amongst the galaxy. He knew Earth did Zeni. He wasn't totally sure whether or not the money being shown in these advertising slides was the same kind that they used on the Human homeworld, but he was sure it was still lucrative all the same.
Still floating upside down, Zarun rubbed his chin as he tried to consider how he was going to approach Kuueru. He was gonna have trouble pronouncing her name, too. Well, maybe not. He practiced it a few times in his mind, trying to mull the name over and muttering to himself, trying to get the enunciation on the right parts so it didn't sound like odd baby noises, or anything. The woman began to leave the gymnasium, and that just made the Saiyan think a bit harder about the whole thing. What was the best way to handle this? Did he just go over and introduce himself without so much as explaining why he was actually there? He was pretty sure he wasn't going to pass for a student here. He didn't even know what they taught. Was everyone here meant to be recruited into an army, like all the different ones she had mentioned? She'd said there were Kabochans - he'd heard of those too, he was sure.
Suddenly, a low and sultry came from behind him as he straightened himself up onto the edge of the roof. His Ki immediately kicked in, as though preparing to defend himself, though the guard went back down as soon as he properly heard the question, and he could properly sense who it was actually coming from. How did she get up here so fast? Zarun turned around fully, a small smile on his face as he looked towards Kuueru. Yeah, it was weird. She didn't really look like the tough type, even though he could clearly sense that she was. What was wrong with her energy, anyway. It felt weird, and wrong. Like, some kind of disease or something, almost. That odd feeling similar to a smell was a bit stronger in his mind now, panging into the back of his psyche and running through his senses. He supposed there was some natural instinct to feel uncomfortable around her, but he didn't really see her as very threatening. All she'd done is ask him a question, after all. He supposed it was that odd way she seemed to just hiss under her breath between words - it was strange for him to listen to.
"Oh, hi! I don't think I'm allowed in there, really. It seemed like mostly kids." He probably sounded younger than he was, now that he thought about it. He didn't really...know much about what was going on in the galaxy, so that and having a pretty bad idea of how people usually acted didn't exactly make him look mature. "I'm Zarun! I'm a Saiyan, so it'd be a bit weird for me to be walking around into Earthling buildings, I think." He didn't see it as something that you really did - he hadn't exactly been given permission, so he figured it was better to err on the side of caution.
Zarun's tone and facial expression quickly changed, becoming more excited as he barely held back a grin. "Anyway, enough about me! I heard you say you were on some other planet, named Mitra. Did you conquer it yourself? How many fights have you been in? How long did it take you to get this strong? Did the Empire help you? The Emperor, or did you do it yourself? Hey, are you an Earthling? You don't look like one." The Saiyan was slowly floating in a circle around her as he asked his incessant questions, unable to pick which one to ask, opting instead to ask them all at once, being just a bit too excited by the very prominent power that was in his midst. He didn't mean to fanboy or anything, it just wasn't every day you saw someone like this, was it?
WC: 1,200 [Total= 3,300]
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 8, 2018 13:11:45 GMT -5
To be fair, it was odd for the woman to go out of her way to introduce herself to a group of students, let alone some man whom seemed to have a bit of power in his body. She wasn't exactly sure what she was dealing with, but the lad could very well be suppressing his power and could even outmatch her in might. Still, as a demon would, she ignored the 'what ifs' and continued one with her odd meeting with the boy.
Her appearance must have come as a surprise to him, for he certainly jumped back to the rooftop in surprise. Still, there was a smile plastered upon his lips and not a retaliation in the form of a punch or kick. Kuueru breathed a sigh of relief as she looked towards the boy who soon introduced himself. He expressed that he was simply watching her recruitment and felt that he couldn't join to him, erm---not being a kid or student at the school. It made sense, not that Kuueru knew much about the knowledge systems that schools were. Let alone why there was a separate building for different age groups. She sat on the thought for a while, her mind lingering back to her home realm which was vacant of such an institution. In fact, you were lucky to survive, let alone make time for knowledge. That's not to say there were the type who kept their nose in tomes and grimoires of dark magic.
"I see, yes---they were nearly grown, but still kids according to this planet's standard." Not all of the students were human though. She wondered if the different races with different growth and maturation rates still studied along the humans at the same rate?
"Zarun! A Saiyan too at that? Perhaps that's where that strength comes from? Not to say you didn't or couldn't have worked hard for what you display," Kuueru smiled and offered a simple wave. Despite her soft features, one couldn't help but feel they weren't genuine. In fact, her whole façade was nothing but a mask. If she waltzed around in her true demonic form, she would only bring trouble for herself, and others…
"Saiyans don't look too much different than Humans, but I get your point. They probably wouldn't allow some outsider into the building without clearance first. Too many of those school bombings and attacks in this day and age," To be honest Kuueru didn't know much about the status of school violence, other than what she picked up in bars on their crappy television screens. Still, violent crime was always displayed.
Soon Zarun shifted, his expressions and questioning seeming to turn on the woman. It truly seemed that the Saiyan was more curious about Kuueru and her power than mincing words about his own strength. Kuueru chuckled and thought over the questions for a moment before she mustered up some answers for the man.
"Damn, aren't you supposed to take me for dinner and a drink before we get so personal?" There was a long paused after her question before she laughed to signal that she was merely attempting to joke with Zarun.
"I'm Kuueru, as you probably heard, if you can even hear from up here." The woman flew up and landed upon the rooftop opposite of her new companion.
"Yes, I reside on Mitra a lot, that is our main hub for the Empire. It is an artificial moon, a technological modern. It was here before I joined the Empire."
The demoness took a moment to shuffle through to the next question that the Saiyan had dug up to ask her.
"How many fights have I been in? I've been fighting since I was old enough to walk. I guess you could say I grew up in a bad neighborhood. If you were weak, you died. Simple really. I could just as easily not be here and not known any better."
It sounded cruel, but her words would fit even if she didn't tell him the tidbit about her being a demon.
"I am decently strong, but I am never satisfied. Just when I think I am reaching a limit, I bust through that and move on to the next goal. I've been getting stronger, like I said, since I've been alive." On that note, the woman had been living for quite the long time. Nearly eight centuries to be exact.
"The Empire, is a great tool in strength. But the power I've achieved has been on my own accord. I do admit I like the money I am supplied." It was an odd notion to think that he believed that a military or a single power helped her to get strong. Acquiring strength and talent came usually through hard work, if she could simply ask for it, it would be silly.
The next question was a bit bizarre. He asked if she was an Earthling and stated that she didn't appear to be one. She raised a hand to rub her peach colored chin for a second. Was her disguise not good enough? She had studied the humans of this realm for a long time to perfect her spell of disguise.
"I don't look like one? W-Why do you think that? Of course, I am!" Kuueru's face was clearly flustered now. She felt she was being called out about her appearance, still—it seemed to fool everyone before Zarun. What was different now? Just like that, she managed to make it through the interrogation. For now.
"Jeez though, you have a shit ton of questions don't cha?" Kuueru averted her gaze to the bustling city around them. She hoped that she didn't discourage the boy from asking questions, perhaps even he could be a valuable asset to the Empire. zarun WC: 969 || 3098
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Post by zarun on Dec 8, 2018 15:44:29 GMT -5
Zarun raised an eyebrow when she asked about where his strength came from. Did power just...come from somewhere, like that? That was what he was trying to find out already, through her! Ever since encountering other beings much stronger than he was, he wanted to figure out how to make his own grow. He'd been trying, but his level of strength had kept hovering around the same level for so long. He couldn't help but want to explain, and eventually decided that he probably should. "I don't really know. I heard that Saiyans are supposed to be pretty strong, and that they enjoy fighting because of that, or maybe it causes it. I was hoping you'd know more about that sort of thing! You weren't born that strong as a baby, right? I don't really know how to make mine...move, other than in little bits. Unless it's the same for you, and you're really old. You don't look old either, though." Zarun gave a bit of a shrug, as he wasn't exactly sure about that, either. He knew what old ladies from Earth looked like, more or less, but he was pretty sure that she wasn't from Earth. Just the way she was talking about the planet, and the weird way her power felt just gave him the impression that it couldn't be the case. That, and her face almost semeed...off, a little bit. Like she was struggling to make it move, kinda. Not in that it was difficult, she just had to think about it? He wasn't sure what gave him that impression.
He scratched his face at one of her comments, after he'd asked all of his questions. He seemed to be genuinely a bit puzzled by the remark, tilting his head as he shot back a retort. "Why would I get you to eat or drink when I was asking you questions? Seems like it'd be harder to hear you. We can eat if you want, though." He wasn't really one to turn down food, at all. Not any real amount of it. Although, he got the impression that what he considered a 'real amount' of food was vastly different than what an Earthling would consider enough food to feed a whole town or two. He couldn't help that he got a lot hungrier than the people from this planet did, right? Sometimes he just needed a lot, for the energy, you know? There was nothing wrong with that! He wasn't going to hear any different from anyone.
Zarun continued to look at Kuu in a slight sense of awe, mostly at someone who was far more well-travelled and experienced than he was, along with the whole power difference that had attracted him over here in the first place. He wondered about all the places she must have been, all the different kinds of strong people she must have fought! He could only imagine the kind of opponents there were out there, what they might look like, how they might fight! It was a pretty intense experience in the imagination of the young Saiyan, but maybe he should just focus on the questions he'd already asked. He crossed his arms over, nodding in slight agreement and acknowledgement of her answers, seeming to think back to something after one in particular. "Sorry about your neighborhood. It's alright, though. My planet wasn't so great, either. I suppose it's a lot at first, but that can be part of the fun about it too, right? Everything around you always wanting to kill you and eat you all the time. It makes fights more exciting!"
The fact that there was no difference in the intention between a large lizard or just a very, VERY hungry bandit didn't particularly concern Zarun when he thought back to those times of childhood, other than he didn't like the idea of someone trying to eat his little brother, and had to regularly deal with that whole situation. He remembered actually grabbing him as he was getting lowered into a pot, once. Those were some of the most fun times he had, though; wouldn't change them for the world. Maybe she felt the same about where she came from! He decided he would leave the power question to the end, but something else in particular made his ears perk up, and he narrowed his eyebrows slightly. She seemed a little flustered at him questioning whether or not she was an Earthling. Why did it matter if she wasn't? It didn't feel to the Saiyan as though she was lying to him or anything like that, or at least nothing so serious. Lots of people just tried to fit in on this planet, and he didn't see the point in it at all. Why not be who you were?
"Well, your energy doesn't feel like what just a really strong Earthling's would feel like. And you were saying stuff like 'this planet' too, like you weren't from here. I guess you just don't...feel like one? It's alright, though. I don't mind. I've got friends who aren't Earthlings!" None of his friends were Earthlings. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that Zarun really didn't have friends at all, unless he could refer to the diminuitive Xeno that he considered as close as a brother as one, but they'd been apart for so long now. He supposed he had friends in some of the animals around here that recognised him and were friendly, but he didn't think they really understood what that meant.
The Saiyan cleared his throat, deciding to move off the subject. Seemed awkward for her. "Of course I got a lot of questions, though! I want to get stronger, and you're the strongest person I've ever met! If anyone's gonna know how, you are. It was why I was trying to look at your slides and stuff. Does the Empire know how to do that?" It seemed an odd prospect that the young warrior-to-be had never really had anyone to explain training to him, or how it should be done. Maybe he was doing it, but he knew little of where to start; combat was natural, but not so much practice. He hadn't gotten close to dying nearly enough to cause a power boost, either. At least, not yet.
He was sure that was to come.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 9, 2018 14:02:05 GMT -5
Power. She felt like everyone around her craved it. They all resorted to hundreds of fights, hours of training, and studying the arts that would help them progress along their journey. Still, why did all of these individuals seek such a strength? Would they use it for their own self defense? Would they use it to conquer and kill others? Truth be told, Kuueru wasn't entirely sure why she herself sought after more strength and abilities in the end. It was an innate emotion and drive in her soul. This chaotic demon urge was primal and ravenous---yet, what did she do with the amass of power she had gathered thus far? She worked for some Frost Demon, who she sensed, vaguely at the very moment. All the way on Earth, and she could feel his energy burst to life, and begin to dim out. Polaris. What are you doing?
She snapped back to reality, nearly forgetting that she had company before her amongst the slew of questions that she thought she had finished answers. However, it seemed that Zarun wasn't finished, and still was unsure of his own lineage. A Saiyan who didn't know much about what a Saiyan was. Perhaps he was orphaned or lost contact with his parents? The demoness rubbed her chin as she thought of the possibilities, she too was in a similar situation. She wasn't even sure she had parents based on conversations she had held with Lute in the past.
"Saiyans, as I hear; are strong warriors who fight and fight until they can't anymore. I assume any exposure and experience in battle could only toughen one's skin. Perhaps that is why most Saiyans I run into are already decently strong. That's not to say there aren't the type of Saiyans who choose not to fight and live humble lives as well. Here on Earth, there are a lot more ki users and powerful fighters than there every were in the past. Perhaps seeing that some of their own are able to reach such great heights encouraged them as a whole to push and become stronger?"
Kuueru cleared her throat and looked at the boy as he questioned her strength as an infant---and her age. To be fair, her looks were deceiving. It was hard for her to explain in such a public domain, and to a stranger no less. In the past, revealing her origins had gotten her in trouble. Not only in fights, but---people still had a bad taste in their mouths from Dabura and other powerful demons that slipped through in centuries past.
"To be honest, I don't remember much of my early life, it has been a while…" The woman paused and looked towards the bright sky overhead. It was odd to stare at the sky and not be loomed over by a sulfuric atmosphere.
"Trust me though, I am old enough. Let's just say magic keeps my youthful appearance!" Kuueru chuckled a bit. Magic wasn't completely unheard of, but it took some specific knowledge and studying to master. It took her decades to even have the skill to first disguise herself like this. Now, its second nature. She spends more time in this form than her true skin.
Next, he seemed to be baffled about her comments about the food. Perhaps the boy was a bit clueless at her joke. Quickly she waved a hand and tried to dismiss the idea.
"No no, I was just joking about food. Here on Earth it's a common saying when someone is trying to get a bit personal. A woman might say, you should court or treat me to a date before giving out such details," Kuueru tried to explain to the best of her knowledge, but she didn't know much about Earth's sayings and mannerisms herself.
"Yeah, where you grow up kind of shapes the way you turn out in a sense. Those who live cushy protected lives never have to face the same challenges as us. When it finally comes time for them to, they don't know how to react. I suppose I'm thankful for such a rough life, I feel like I am prepared for anything right?"
Kuueru sympathized with the boy and his own hostile planet. She wasn't quite sure where that was since he didn't mention. Was he born on one of the Saiyan controlled rocks?
Next the boy went on to express his continued thoughts of the woman not exactly being and Earthling. She was never good at keeping secrets to begin with. A heavy sigh pressed from her lips as she scratched her nails into her scalp awkwardly.
"Dang, I suppose you found me out huh. I was never good at keeping up disguises. Well, you see—I have to do this in my position in the military. If my true identity and species were leaked to the rest of the Ultramarines, they might not find me as the right fit for the job. Luckily Emperor Polaris saw my potential and afforded me the opportunity to make a difference."
Kuueru chuckled and dropped her arms to her sides. It was true, her energy was certainly different than any mortals she had met yet. Except for maybe lute who utilized demonic magic in his attacks.
Zarun went on, expressing his over eagerness to know more, to ask questions, and to get stronger. Apparently, the woman was the strongest person he had encountered yet. She blinked a few times as he expressed interest in his presentation, as well as the Empire. Perhaps he would be loyal to the cause after all, if not—it didn't hurt to simply answer him.
"Sure, I have time, we can answer some questions. Don't be shy, I can handle it I suppose. Hey, if you're interested maybe we can jump straight into enlisting ya? Hahah, I'm only playing. Say, where did you say you were from again? You never told me Zarun. I just assumed it was some Saiyan home world." zarun WC: 1003 || TWC: 4101
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Post by zarun on Dec 9, 2018 15:38:32 GMT -5
"You've met Saiyans before?"
Zarun's eyes seemed to light up at the very idea. Of finally meeting a Saiyan, of seeing what they were actually like. He didn't want to ask many questions about them right now - he was sort of worried that he would spoil it for himself somehow, and it wouldn't be as big when he finally encountered one. He was just...totally ecstatic at the idea. He'd heard a lot of different thing, but always that they were the greatest warriors there had ever been, that they were incredible in how determined and fierce they were, that they never gave up and that they always stuck to what they believed in. To him, they sounded like some kind of fantastical heroes, heroes and warriors who never gave in and would always fight for what they believed, the ideals that they had chosen and stuck to. He wasn't sure exactly how close that was, but in his head, that was what a Saiyan was - some kind of great warrior that was above others, that showed a prowess and a class others just didn't have. They were incredible and amazing, like all of the stories that he'd been told time and time again since leaving home. They were a big part of why he wanted to be strong. He wanted to be like them. To be worthy of them, to be worthy of being called a Saiyan in the same way that they were. He only hoped he could live up to that.
He tilted his head, genuinely curious about what she meant by magic keeping her youthful appearance going. Did she mean actual magic, or was that some sort of joke? He knew that women on Earth tended to decorate their faces with chemicals to try and not look old, even if he didn't really get it. Surely it was worse to put that stuff on there? Not that he knew what it did. Maybe it did really work. Still, he was pretty sure she didn't mean that. She probably meant actual magic, which was just as cool and only made her sound more interesting. She could do that too, along with being so strong? No wonder she was still going around and commanding soldiers like that! She must've been one of the toughest around! He could only imagine the incredible things that a magician that strong could pull off. He probably wouldn't even be able to properly understand what was going on if she did - though he got the feeling he wouldn't really be able to fathom much of magic no matter the power of the one performing it. That sort of stuff was too complex for somebody like him.
The Saiyan didn't think he could be blamed for not understanding Earth mannerisms, but it didn't seem like she was super familiar with them either, and he wasn't going to hold that against her. Earthlings had weird sayings, and he just felt like in a lot of ways, they talked funny in general. He wasn't sure what it was, but it always felt as though they had so many things they said, metaphors and so on, that they just assumed you woudl get. Why would he get it? He wasn't from there! Then again, Saiyans and Earthlings looked the same, didn't they? They probably just thought he was one, too. That made a lot more sense, and now he felt a little foolish for getting mad at them within his own head. Still, maybe they should just have sayings that were less strange, and easier for someone to get. Even Kuueru didn't get it, and she clearly knew a lot more than him about things on Earth.
Zarun honestly found himself a bit more perplexed at her explanation of why she hid her species in the first place. So, her soldiers would think less of her because of her species? Well, that just didn't make any sense. What difference did it make what species or race someone was if they could do their job fine, really? Everyone was just sort of the same, right? He supposed different species could do different stuff, but he'd never really explored or asked about that much. Still, it just seemed like an odd way of thinking. Whatever the case, it just seemed like a weird hang-up some few must have had, or at least something that others just didn't understand about her species, or for some reason thought she couldn't fight because of it. "Well, I don't think that'd make a difference. You don't have to worry about that from me, though. I don't really care, so you can keep it secret if you want. You're just Kuueru to me." Now that he thought about it, he'd never even asked Sorben what his species actually was. Huh. Whatever. He was his brother, that was all.
Zarun scratched the back of his head at her question, trying to actually recall what the name of the arid world he grew up on was, now. He'd actually never stopped and thought to find out - he remembered being told it previously, but it had never mattered to him, especially since he just figured he was never leaving it anyway. He was often too tired at the end of a day to properly listen to what Sorben was telling him, what tidbits of information he had from scavenged terminals and datapads. In some ways, he missed those times, but he was going to make better ones! "I...don't even remember the name. Sorry. It's a desert planet, or moon, maybe. It's somewhere in the....South, I think it was? Yeah, South. I remember it was a really long trip to get here, I think we're in the North Quadrant now. I got transport ships from different planets and just decided to stop here. That, and I ran out of money."
He hadn't exactly had much money to start with. Most of it was from weird little jobs where he just stood outside a door all day. For some reason, people were actually quite intimidated by him when they saw him. The guys who paid him said that Saiyans tended to scare people off, and he supposed he understood that, at least. They were amazing warriors, of course people were intimidating! He still wished he could've seen one before he got stuck there, but he'd already figured out a way to solve that. "Enlisting would mean I join the Army, right? Or the Imperial Ultrawhatsits, something like that?" Zarun crossed his arms, pausing as though he was mulling it over in his head. It didn't take him long. "I want to. How would I do it? Do I need to...do some tests, something like that? I can handle them, easy!"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 9, 2018 22:28:15 GMT -5
You've met Saiyans before? It was a simple question at the man's heart, yes. Kuueru had met many a mortal in her time in the mortal realm. That much would be true. Still, meeting Saiyans was a brief experience for the demoness. One in particular however stood out in her mind. A Saiyan named Dain, yet---even in a fight to protect the moon of Mitra he was immediately struck down and left out of the fight. Yes, he was what they referred to as a Super Saiyan, the warrior clad with golden hair and teal eyes. Yet, he carried himself pitifully in battle. Kuueru nearly chuckled at Zarun's question as she mustered up the words to respond to him.
"Yes, I've met a Saiyan, be it briefly I have. They aren't the most uncommon thing in this universe no."
Kuueru laughed a bit as she looked towards the lad with a simple smile. There were too many mortal races for her to keep track of. Apparently Saiyans were more of the notable ones this galaxy had to offer, but that was not to say they were the only ones. With so many galaxies or even star systems to explore there were plenty a plethora of possibilities of strong beings to be out there. Some even they have not discovered yet. Kuueru found her heart skipping a beat at the possibility to meet a being that rivaled her own power. Someone whom she could fight on an even ground and make them reconsider their choices. Still, Kuueru bit her tongue and let her lavender eyes flutter at Zarun for a moment more. He seemed to have a lot on his own mind, perhaps he didn't know much about his own race based on the tone he carried about the Saiyans.
Kuueru chuckled a bit as she mentioned the magic that disguised her age to the man. He seemed a bit confused about what she meant. Sure, there were women that utilized chemicals and make up to disguise themselves as something more appealing. However, what the woman used was serious magic. She had studied years and years to manifest the magic to make her disguise both legitimate and real. First, she had to study the aspects of humans and even down to their fashion, then she had to manifest the magic to make it seem real to even the touch. It wasn't easy, but somehow Kuueru seemed to make it happen for herself. Hence, her disguise.
Kuueru found herself amused by the lad's comments thus far, so the next seemed to catch her off guard.
"You're just Kuueru to me" The woman paused for a moment and took in the Saiyan's dark eyes. Kuueru, yes, that was her name after all. But normally people related her to a demon of sorts. Something that craved chaos and destruction above all else. To hear that someone thought she was just a person above everything was a bit odd for the demoness. A single finger ran to her lip as she thought about revealing the truth to the Saiyan. Still, she chose to bite her tongue for the time being. It didn't seem necessary or appropriate to involve such politics to their conversation for now.
"Really? You don't even remember. That's odd. Alas, I guess it doesn't even matter if you don't remember the name of the place. I suppose what matters is that you're making new memories and traveling to new planets. I must admit, discovery and exploration are part of my hobbies. I just love traveling the universe and getting to explore the new place. Thankfully the Empire has given me that opportunity at least. Money is tough, luckily, I haven't really had to worry too much about funds with the Empire supplying my ventures at least. I suppose I am a bit lucky in that aspect."
The demoness found herself nearly cackling at the Saiyan's response.
"Yes, yes, you would be enlisting into the Ultramarines. The Galactic Empire's militia. That's right." The woman took a moment to get her giggles out before addressing his next questions with a brilliant smile.
"Wait, you want to? That simply?!" Kuueru paused and rolled over the checklist provided to her within her head. Yes, there was a physical fitness test, but she was sure the man could pass it based on his power level alone. Still, there were tons of paperwork that needed to be completed as well. After all, the man would have to sign away his rights as a mortal. Of course, that was a joke.
"Right-o then. If you are surely interested in joining, we would have to go over some things and sign some contracts. I can answer any questions you have then. Alas, here doesn't seem like the right place," Kuueru paused and reminisced on her lavish office back on Mitra. She didn't have any more business appointments here on Earth, so it wouldn't hurt to take the both back with her.
"Here, take a hold of my hand and I can show you more Zarun," Kuueru smiled and held out one of her peachy palms to the boy with a friendly smile. Little did he know if he took ahold of her hand he was in for one hell of a ride.
"If you take a hold, I will take you to Mitra. From there we will move along with your enlistment, if that is what you so wish. Yes, there will be a few tests in physical prowess. However, there will be a lot of paperwork as well. I hope you at least know a tad bit about your background. Either way, there will be a lot of needles involved to break down your DNA so that we find out either way. Haha, it's a bit scary at first, but, you will live through it if you chose to go that route."
Kuueru smiled. If Zarun took her hand in an instant the world around them would change. Like before the cacophony of sounds would deafen the boy. There would be a rainbow of colors swirling by his eyes. They were traveling through space and time in a matter of seconds. To any first-time travelers it would most likely make them sick to their stomach. In the past she had made people puke in an instant. She would hope that wasn't the case. But soon they would appear within a well-kept office on what could only be assume to be Mitra. She smiled and released his hand if he had even traveled with the demoness to begin with. zarun WC: 1099 || 5200
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Post by zarun on Dec 10, 2018 14:29:50 GMT -5
To Zarun, the Saiyans were already the greatest thing he could imagine. Legendary warriors and heroes, the kind who could fight and defeat anything there was, who could overcome any challenge and always did so with a pride and confidence that made others wonder whether they had knew what was going to happen all along. Maybe the reason the young Saiyan saw them that way was because that was what he wanted; what he wanted to be, what he wanted to live up to. Many times, he thought of how his mother and father must have been that way, how they must have been great warriors and incredible in their own way. Sometimes, he was scared to ask about them. Not because he didn't believe in them, but he was never sure that he could live up to who they were, who they had been. Were they even alive? As strange as it soudned, whether or not they were wouldn't have mattered to Zarun. Them being dead, unable to interfere with his idealised, heroic vision of them in his mind, would have simply sealed their legendary status from his perspective forever, rendering them as these impossible measuring sticks, standards that he could never live up to. Nothing could dissuade the young man from his inner hero worship, from his desire to follow the idols he had created for himself. Not even Kuueru's words that they weren't that uncommon, which could almost be interpreted as a kind of request for the younger one to curb his enthusiasm, though it was unlikely to be; how could she really know what was going on with him yet?
He paused for a moment, mostly when he noticed that something seemed to almost catch her off guard, somehow. What was it? Was it something he said? He was sure he hadn't said anything wrong, not yet, anyway. Well, that wasn't strictly true. It's entirely possible that he could have, but he was pretty sure all he was saying was that race didn't really make any difference, in the end. Maybe it made some things easier for certain people, but you could do whatever you wanted. Nobody was stopping you, really. Until they were, I guess. So what? Who had the right to tell people that they couldn't do what they wanted? Sure, people would protect things from people who wanted to destroy it, but both were doing what they wanted to do, carrying out their wills and desires. That just seemed like the normal thing to him, and it was what he was trying to express through the comment. Well, that and racism didn't really make any sense. He'd only overheard the word, and the conversation about it on an island city, where there was some issue with a human not liking an alien guy being near him. Seemed unfair to him, but it wasn't really his business.
Zarun did agree that it was kind of odd to not remember the name of your homeworld, but he had never really thought of it as important. He didn't really...identify with it much, either. He hadn't identified with much of anything until recently. He had been trying to find a purpose, wandering for something, for anything. The Saiyans were what had solidified in his mind after so long, but it was also partly why he was so eager and willing to join up with her cause. Thanks to it being just that - a cause, it was something that Zarun could cling to, that he could hold onto with all of his might and that he could throw himself fully into. He would truly have a purpose to dedicate himself to, even if right now he understood very little about it. Maybe part of him figured as well, that if he was going to be a hero like his people, he had to make a name for himself. He wasn't going to do it by fighting people on this little planet, forever. Sure, he might get strong eventually, but it wasn't looking that way for how long he'd been here, and how would anyone know about it, anyway? Besides, it wasn't like he had a lot of other ways off of this world. He was sort of stuck here otherwise, and this was his best shot at seeing what else was out there!
Right, Ultramarines! That was it. What an odd name. It seemed a bit over the top to someone like Zarun, but he wasn't about to knock it. Who knows? He might warm up to it, and there were definitely worse names that you could've picked. Besides, it made them (and him by association) sound quite important, so he was alright with that, at least. He crossed his arms as he nodded in response to her asking about his potential enlistment. In truth, he was just more confused than anything when she stuck her hand out, as though offering him something from it. He peered at her hand in confusion for a moment, as though he was expecting something to appear it, but nothing ever did. Despite that, he assumed she just meant for him to take her hand, then.
"Uh....some things? I think. I don't know a lot, though. Don't have to worry about needles, either! I'm not scared of them." Needles were far too small to be anything to really worry about. Who was scared of needles, anyway? He didn't understand that idea. It wasn't any different to being punched or hit with an energy blast, or....stabbed with something or bit, he guessed. He supposed that to some people that did seem quite unpleasant, so maybe it wasn't totally odd to hate something associated with it.
Suddenly, the young Saiyan's senses were assaulted, bright colours flashing past him and loud noises expelling a cacophany into his ears. It felt like he had died and was being pulled into the underworld. What the hell was even going on? He only understood that anything was still real when he found himself in an office room, letting go of Kuueru's hand and stumbling to the side slightly, taking a moment to regain his balance. Ugh, he felt queasy. Like he had been shaken around for hours on end. He looked to her in surprise, raising his eyebrows as he just tried to fight off the sickness. "How'd....you do that?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 10, 2018 21:43:01 GMT -5
zarun Kuueru was an exception to the rules. Not only did the demoness not have to go through the trouble of a physical fitness exam, but Polaris neglected to submit her to any sort of blood draw or physical as well. She supposed that she had proven enough of her worth to the frost demon already, but also—what kind of DNA was there on file for a demon? What could drawing her blood actually tell those people in lab coats about her? Surely it was just a tracking measure used by the Empire to count their heads or have a backup in case any members disobeyed or tried to mess with the Empire's cause. Still, Kuueru was a bit glad she didn't have to jump through the hoops that her fellow Imperial servants did.
Still, the Ultramarines were a different tier. Unlike that of the mass of members of the Empire, they were an elite class. The best of the best made their way into its ranks and worked to the fullest of their abilities. In a way they were the first line of defense between Polaris and immediate threats. Beyond that they were tasked with the most covert of missions and handled more business-oriented details. Being an Ultramarine was a badge of honor already amongst the rest of the military organization. Kuueru didn't care much about her status in the Empire, but the perks that came with it were quite the package. Her pension was plentiful, her housing lavish. She didn't have to worry about anything, for it was all provided. Of course, she was a commander, but the other Ultramarines couldn't be too far off in compensation, right?
The actual flight through space and time seemed like it went on for minutes. She surely would look over at the man as their hurled through the rainbow tunnel and notice his immense confusion and nausea. However, on the outside if one were to look at a universal clock, the time had stood still. They had traveled thousands of miles, in an instant. No wonder it made most people feel like they were getting turned inside out. Kuueru had used the technique so often that the effects didn't bother her any longer. Yet, the boy stood within her office with a look of sickness painting his expression. The woman chuckled and pointed to a waste bin by her desk if he did need to use it.
However, Zarun managed to sit up and fight the urge to be ill. He instead questioned her about how she performed such an act. Kuueru chuckled a bit and leaned her rear against the surface of her mahogany crafted desk. Upon it there were piles of paperwork and other work she had neglected but fully needed to take care of. Surely, she would get to it tonight---or, perhaps the bar was calling her name for yet another night.
"It's a technique I picked up, I utilize a magic to make it happen. Certainly, it makes travel a bit more convenient, but also in battle it is a valuable tool. Maybe one day you could learn it too, but I have to tell ya, magic isn't the easiest thing to pick up," Kuueru uttered before pulling out a tablet she stored on her desk top. Upon it's LED screen she typed in and brought up several forms as well as scheduled a few appointments that were needed by the Saiyan. Finally, she made arrangements for the man to stay for the evening, afterwards his own arrangements would be left up to him to make.
"All right, so--- based on how you preform, that will define your ranking. Normally we start everyone off as a petty officer but based on your strength you're already hundreds of times stronger than some of our normal officers in the main branch. You are strong enough to join the Ultramarines for sure! I have booked you some quarters for the next few days, soon our nurse will be in to draw some blood, take some measurements and then you can perform on your physical fitness test; but I'm sure you'll do wonderfully!"
Kuueru was rather optimistic for a demon. Not that Zarun actually knew what she was. It was odd, her temper could certainly flare, but for the most part the woman was relatively warm and friendly. She avoided conflict but wouldn't turn down a fight if it presented itself.
"Now's the time to ask any last-minute questions before ya get swore in and shit. Fire away if you need any more info, it's a simple task really. We did away with the yearly contract commitments as well. You can delist at any time, still we don't have a high turnover rate. We treat our soldiers excellent."
Kuueru took a moment to hear out the Saiyan if he did truly have any questions to get out. However, if he didn't it wasn't long before a woman clad in what appeared to be scrubs made her way into the room. She started with a device that scanned the man's body. It immediately reflected his weight, muscle mass, skeletal mass, and other vitals such as blood pressure and respiratory rate. The technology of this day and age was miraculous, and awfully convenient.
"All right, just show me your arm now please," the nurse replied with a smile. There was but one needle, and with such advanced nanotechnology it was barely noticeable. Not even a pinch could be felt as she drove the hollow tube into his arm's vein. Brilliant crimson blood would pour through the tubing and into a vial for later testing and storage. It was mandatory of course but using their DNA they could see which soldiers were most suitable for certain tasks or even terrains. Some races were better suited for different environments. With so much mixing of races as well, it was hard to tell who was what species and most didn't even know their own lineages.
"Okay then, I'll get this to the lab Commander, congratulations on your enlistment Zarun! Hopefully you enjoy your time in service!" The woman bowed and excused herself from the room after affixing a small bandage over his arm to stop the bleeding. Kuueru let a sigh of relief press from her lips before walking towards the door with a smile. While the modern office of the woman was charming, it wasn't the place for a physical exam.
"Whenever you're ready we will head to the gym." WC: 1086 || 6286
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Post by zarun on Dec 11, 2018 14:23:20 GMT -5
Zarun still felt so queasy. It wasn't that the swirling colours themselves had done this to him - they had contributed sure, but they weren't the sole cause. It wasn't like floating through space exactly bothered him, either. He could fly, like pretty much every other strong person he'd encountered so far. Still, there was something else about that method of travel that just didn't seem to sit right with his body. It was like he just wasn't meant for it, like that weird place, that corner between space had somehow rejected him, and had wanted no part of him in there. He didn't blame it - he didn't want to be in that place again either. He supposed it was, at the very least, convenient for getting somewhere fast, but still! It made him felt like he was going to puke. Admittedly, his main reason for not doing it and doing his best to hold in from expelling anything was that he didn't want to wreck someone's floor that he only just met, and who was giving him an opportunity that he was more excited about than anything else in the last couple of years or so. All he'd been doing with his life was wandering around, trying to find a cause to fight for and live for, and then sitting around on Earth, living like some sort of weird squatter, mostly avoiding populated areas in case he hurt someone he really shouldn't, through some misuse of his abilities. He didn't trust himself, enough that he was just happy to see anyone willing to talk to him.
It was why he was shocked to receive an offer like this. Not just to serve in some army, but in a military force with actual importance. He wasn't going to be in some minor warlord's personal cadre of thugs, or anything. He was enlisting to join up with the Galactic Empire, a powerful force throughout the whole galaxy. Surely that was something that Saiyans would've known and respected, right? Maybe not yet, though. He had only just put himself out there, and even if he did pass the tests and he was accepted - it didn't mean anything yet. He hadn't proved himself in combat, in battle, not to the level that a Saiyan Warrior would have. He was woefully inexperienced compared to them, no doubt. He saw himself still as like a small child compared to real Saiyans, someone that had to learn, that had to push himself to new limits and overcome them. If he didn't do that, then what was he doing at all? Thankfully, it seemed like his sickness was beginning to pass, for the moment. With luck, he wouldn't have to deal with it again. Although he appreciated her giving him a ride, he wasn't a fan of the queasiness it gave him.
"Wait...hundreds of times stronger? Are you sure about that?!" The young Saiyan looked to be in shock at the idea of something like that. Him? Hundreds of times stronger than officers of a military like this? That didn't make any sense! Nevermind the fact that he was pretty sure he wasn't hundreds of times stronger than anyone. No, he couldn't be. That just wouldn't make sense, in his mind. His idea of himself was still of someone small, of someone who wasn't of much significance to the galaxy. How could it be that his power dwarfed those of men and women who were out there and making a serious difference amongst the planets and stars that he hadn't even seen yet? The idea amazed him, but he was hesitant to believe it. It sounded like a fantasy, and he didn't want to buy into something like that, if he wasn't sure of it. Quickly he found himself distracted again though, actually thinking back to what she'd said in that sentence. "Wait, just what ranks are there? Am I expected to be leading? Will I get enough training to handle something like that?" He wasn't sure if he saw himself as a leader, but...a Saiyan had to be, right? Someone who was confident in battle, who could handle any situation and most importantly, who could inspire those beneath him. If he could do all that, then surely he could lead, and he might be halfway to being an actual Saiyan, doing something like that! Yeah, of course! Maybe he should be taking this in stride, and accepting it with confidence. He'd do just that!
He was a little perplexed by the technology that this nurse, which even he could tell she was by the way she was dressed and just how she handled herself, began using to scan and analyse him. He wondered what kind of readings it really gave, what kind of extra information they could tell from all those things it told. Did it tell them how strong he could get? If he had a certain way of fighting, or if there was a best way for him to train? He imagined stuff like that must've been able to tell things of that sort, there was no real reason why nobody would've invested in something like that yet. With all the strong guys around, most people who wanted to get to that level would have to think of the best, most efficient ways to increase their power, to become the best that they could be and to get to those new levels that seemed to elude everyone, him included. He thought back to Earth, how many times he'd found himself down and out with his face in the dirt, because he was too busy either chasing the dragon of a fight or trying to figure out some way to improve his abilities, to become the strongest that he could possibly be. It brought a small smile to his face, just remembering those fights. He was looking forward to all the different kinds of battles he'd get to take part in with the Ultramarines. Hm. Maybe that name was starting to sound good, the more he thought about it.
Zarun remained still as the nurse took blood from his arm, watching as the red liquid of life seeped upwards in the needle she used on him. He still really didn't get why people were so frightened of these things. They were tiny! Who could be scared of them? They weren't like, a giant cockroach or a beetle, or something. Ugh, beetles. He wasn't even scared of those, he was just really, really grossed out by them. They had too many and too few legs, all at the same time, not even to say anything about how they looked regardless of that. It was just so disgusting, in his mind. He let the nurse put the small bandage around his arm, though he didn't really see the point. He was quick to bow back to her, trying to show respect.
The Saiyan grinned as he heard Kuueru's words, though. As nice as that lady was, he had more important things to attend to. Now they got ot the tests. He had this in the bag! He knew he did! "Of course, let's go now. I'm always ready."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 11, 2018 16:16:08 GMT -5
zarun Kuueru stood there against her desk as all the transactions between the nurse and the boy took place. Luckily, she was able to bypass all of this nonsense herself during her enlistment. Still, she had a meeting like this with Polaris when he swore her in. He also showed her around Mitra and offered to accompany to lunch, she declined of course, wanting to explore on her own. She was mostly a loner in that aspect, but she could admit that it wouldn't hurt to make companions, especially ones who likes to eat as much as she did.
"Hundreds, right. I mean, based on what I'm sensing, and we will confirm here shortly, your power is already hundreds that of our trained soldiers. I know it's odd to put a number on it but trust me…being in the military makes you get used to seeing it like that," The demoness replied with a jovial tone. It was true though. She didn't even know what a power level was before coming to the mortal realm. She also didn't know about ranking structures in militaries either. She had absorbed a plethora of information since her original arrival, but all of it was extremely instrumental into her improvement on the battlefield. The nurse came as quickly as she came, and the boy asked another question before she had.
"Ranks, yes—we run on a ranking structure similar to the Earth's Navy if you're familiar with that. Polaris immediate ranked me as a Commander, I oversee a platoon of decently skilled soldiers at my command. I have a personal warship, which as you can imagine, I don't use too often. I would say based on your power now you wouldn't be leading right away, especially since you have much to learn about the Empire, yes? Of course, that's not to say that you won't ever have that opportunity. Once you prove your worth and feel comfortable enough with the procedures of the Ultramarines, we will certainly look at promotions for you! Then, you can worry about leading others, and directing the very path of their lives."
The pink haired woman found herself inhaling sharply after her small rant to the boy. To be perfectly honest, she wasn't quite used to the conversation despite her speeches on recruitment. With her free time, she spent it alone. When she was around Lute, her partner in crime, he wasn't much a man of words. That's not to say the Namekian was mute, but---he got what he needed to say across with as few words as possible. Kuueru however, found herself interested in this conversation with Zarun. Perhaps she was letting her colors shine through as a leader of sorts?
Zarun's expressions seemed a bit perplexed from here out, maybe he was thinking on the fact that his strength was not the norm? Maybe he was worried about leading a group of strangers when he was new in the force. Either way the worries shouldn't hold the man back, he had much potential amongst the Empire if he subjected himself to the gains it provided.
"Right O then, glad to see you're ready at least. We're just going to go down a few floors, and then we will be at the extracurricular area," Kuueru responded before walking out of the door to her office. Immediately opposite of the pair was a matching pair of elevator doors. The woman scanned her personal Ultramarine's badge upon the scanned and pushed the down arrow. Based on the glowing number above the doors they were currently on the 87th floor. Soon the bell dinged, and the doors opened to reveal a sleek and rather new looking inside.
Kuueru stepped forward and motioned for the man to follow. Once inside she pressed a button to lead them to the 3rd floor. According to the guide beside the buttons there were several levels that housed cafeterias, and others that were offices for doctors and researchers amongst other things. This main hub headquarters was a humongous place and there was room for everything imaginable.
It took but a minute for the elevator to descend all the way to the 3rd floor, as the doors opened the woman led the way. They walked down several hallways until she finally found the double doors to the gym. Again, she scanned a badge and opened the door for the man. Inside, there were various people and trainers scattered about on both cardio machines and weight ones. There were also gravity chambers and other neo age training devices.
Most of the people in the room seemed rather athletic, some were showboating how much they could lift amongst their friends. All races littered the room, all with different ability types and workout regimens. Part of the enlistment in the Empire was a personal plan and diet to follow, while it was optional, if a person didn't perform with at least some proficiency there was room for discipline. Kuueru made her way towards the back to a single office that oversaw the gym and its activities. With a light knock a man scattered to his feet and unlocked the door before coming out with a strong apathetic salute.
"C-Commander Kuueru! Hahah, I wasn't expecting you today!" The man replied while looking back to the open back of chips upon his desk. He also seemed to be watching an episode of a soap opera upon a small television within. His body resembled that of a body builder who became a dad. A rotund belly with strong arms and broad shoulders.
"Ah, sorry about that. I come with a new enlistee. We need to get a physical done for him and all that, you know the deal," Kuueru nodded and pointed a finger towards Zarun whom she could only imagine stood there eagerly awaiting his next order.
"Oh, gotcha! Welcome aboard lad," The woman smiled and walked back into his office to grab a few things before moving the group to what appeared to be a metal detector.
"Just walk through here and give me a moment," He instructed while looking down to a tablet he had retrieved moments before.
"This will tell us your power level, current vitals, and your physical compensation. Of course, most of this was taken earlier by the nurse I'm sure, but afterwards. We will do a stress test and see how you perform under pressure. Don't worry, it's just a bit of cardio!"
Kuueru chuckled a bit at the thought of the out of shape man telling the other not the worry. From all she could tell the man needed to do a bit of cardio himself. WC: 1111 | 7397
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Post by zarun on Dec 11, 2018 17:23:55 GMT -5
It all still confused Zarun so much. Him? Hundreds of times stronger? It just seemed so out of this world. Not just because of the idea that to someone else, he was a titan, a figure like those Saiyans he saw in his dreams, that he created in his mind as these unbeatable figures of ultimate might and valour, but that it made him seem like someone who could be reckoned with. Was that him? Could he really be someone of a stature like that? He'd always wanted to be, but he never saw himself getting there. He always imagined that he would reach a certain plateau and stagnate, living out a meagre existence that was just barely worthy of a Saiyan warrior, that he'd be a footnote in the history of his people, and he was okay with that. Maybe nobody would know him in the end, but nobody had at the start, too. So what would it have mattered? This threw everything out of the places he'd so snugly fit them into, though. Now he was hundreds of times stronger than military officers of one of the most expansive and dangerous militaries that existed today, and he was just meant to take that in and not think much of it? Maybe he'd just been thinking the wrong way, all this time. Kuueru knew a lot more than he did, and that was obvious. He just didn't figure that he knew so little about himself, as much as he didn't know about the wider galaxy.
"That's good. I haven't led anyone before. I could do it, but not in the way that I think anyone in the Empire would want me to. I have to learn how you all fight first, what Ultramarines really do. What it all means, right?" He thought that made sense. In his mind, the idea that he had to walk before he could run was totally sensible. It was just a matter of not only working out how long it would take him to get to that full sprint, but whether or not he was actually walking already, and if he was getting closer and closer to breaking into that run. After all, his power had rapidly grown, at an almost alarming rate since his encounter with the strange pink girl on Earth - something in that near-death experience had changed a part of his mind, had made him take this whole thing of where his life was going to end, and what he was going to be when it all did, seriously. Until now he had been almost nobody, just someone else. Even in the ways he stood out vastly from the regular population of Earth, he was still really nothing special in the greater galaxy, was he? There were no doubt plenty of guys as strong as him, even if that number wasn't as big as he'd once believed it to be. That meant that he had to get stronger. He had to make sure there was nobody as powerful as him. Nobody who could be on the same level he was.
He followed the directions, and more importantly, the person who had introduced him to this whole new place and way of thinking, into the unusually sleek elevator. Everything here seemed to be cutting edge, far more advanced than he was used to. Not that long ago he was living in trees and grass, sleeping in bushes or under the shade of the forest and just hoping that things were a nice mix of warm and chilly enough, without the rain being irritating enough to bother him. Now he was here! He looked with an almost obvious sense of awe as he spied the many floors rushing past him, travelling down from the 87th. The idea of even just anything with 87 floors alone flummoxed Zarun, and made him wonder what he'd been doing with his life all of this time. How long was he sitting as a kid, on a stupid little desert world, waiting for someone to come along and introduce him and Sorben to something better? How long had he been sitting around using grass as a seat and a bed, watching cities from afar out of fear of himself? All the while, this had been here. Something this incredible, this amazing, and he had just ignored the possibility. He was so stupid. He was such a stupid kid, and he only realised it now as he saw this. The galaxy was so much bigger than his little bubble.
The young Saiyan was almost tossed out of his wonder when the elevator actually arrived on the 3rd floor. In a way, he almost expected it to never get there, and he was just going to stay on that ride of amazing visuals forever. He supposed that wouldn't really make sense, though, would it? Stepping out in the gym alongside Kuueru, Zarun eyed around, passing glances at the other athletic individuals who were working out and testing themselves in this area. Huh. So were these regular recruits or were they going to be in the same sort of team as him? He'd already figured out that the Ultramarines weren't your regular kind of soldiers, even though he only saw himself as the type to qualify as a regular old cannon fodder recruit. Some of these guys were pretty strong, he could tell that just from the sense of their power, though it wasn't anything crazy. It wouldn't be fair to judge now, though. They seemed to be getting started, just like he was! He was sure they'd gain power with time.
Zarun poked his head around past Kuueru as he looked towards the rather rotund man that seemed to be interested in having him tested in some way. Was this going to be another needle? He remembered that she had mentioned it in plural, so he assumed there was at least a few times you were either being injected with something or having something taken out of you. In all honesty, he assumed that most soldiers were going to be immunised against some kind of crazy disease that you found on most planets. Saiyans did tend to be a lot more resilient in that regard, so maybe he wouldn't really have to worry about any of that. He looked up in curiosity at the strange metal detector-like device that the officer (he was just assuming his rank, and ascribed him importance by doing so) was motioning for him to walk through. Was this some sort of scanner? It looked like it. He listened carefully as the man described its function and purpose, exactly what it would scan. Wow, this was pretty thorough then, wasn't it? Fair enough.
Without any hesitation, Zarun walked under the scanner, glancing around it to see if there was anything about it that particularly interested him, and because he was also getting a little antsy. He hadn't had many opportunities to test out his new power, and he was sure there were plenty of tough guys on this base that he could get a fight or two out of. He bet they were amazing, actually. He paused in his thought, glancing back to the two as he asked what must've sounded like an obvious question.
"What's a power level, anyway?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 12, 2018 9:28:07 GMT -5
zarun It was clear in the face of the boy that he seemed in disbelief still over her comment. It made her smile a bit to see his expression and confusion. She too remembered a time when she around his current level of ability, now she was over a hundred times his own power when she unleashed her demonic form. A staggering number, one that would push most scouters or power level measurement tools to the limit. Still, she had seen something much more intimidating. In his strongest form, the Emperor was nearly sixteen times her maximum power. No matter how hard you train, there is always someone who drawfs the next. Could one every truly be on top in this race of numbers? Did it come down to pure skill? Were the numbers meaningless? Until Kuueru came to the mortal realm she had no idea there was a way to measure someone's raw ki and power, seeing people so easily put a number on it probably had warped her own perception a bit. She too found it hard to look past a person's level of strength and their actual prowess and skill in battle.
"I have to learn how you all fight first, what Ultramarines really do. What it all means, right?"
The boy piped up a bit and Kuueru ran over his question curiously.
"Oh yeah, don't worry. You'll attend many a class on the glory and etiquette of battle and our ways of handling things. We don't just thrust you into it blindly. We would have a bunch of soldiers running around like chickens with their heads cut off if we didn't direct them a bit, right? Most militaries are a bit strict and unforgiving with their rules and regulations, hopefully you find the Ultramarines is unlike that style of leadership."
Kuueru could barely hide the grin playing on her lips as she witnessed the boy's awe. It was clear that the building and its extravagancies threw him into an entirely new world. While it wasn't unheard of to see such a place on Earth, Kuueru couldn't be sure that the boy was even there for long enough to experience. She was extremely curious to actually know of Zarun's home world, what his path had entailed before meeting her that day. Still, she pushed the thoughts from their mind. There were other things to focus on at the moment.
They entered the gym with a straightforward mission. To truly breakdown the boy piece by piece and explore his strengths and weaknesses. All would be revealed in the next crucial moments of tests and physical exertion. Kuueru stood with her own tablet as she took notes of everything in Zarun's file with a stern look. According to his earlier scan the boy was a Saiyan indeed, one of pure blood. She was eager to see what the lad could do.
"Five foot eight inches, kind of a short fella I suppose," The rotund officer answered before moving on to the next diagnostics.
"A hearty one hundred and eighty pounds as well, seems he has a good amount of dense muscle. All his other vitals seem to be great for a resting rate, so we can move on to the next phase then."
"Very well, don't disappoint me Zarun," Kuueru shot the Saiyan a stern glance before her facial features softened and a soft bellow of laughter pressed from her lips. The trio were soon walked towards what appeared to be a treadmill. The unnamed officer pointed to the machine signaling Zarun to board it before he pressed a few buttons on the interface which caused the belt to start rolling.
"Aight, you just keep up with this thing. It's going to keep gradually increasing in speed until you hit the stop button when you can't move any faster. That or you'll be hurled off the back like those comical home videos I watch in my free time."
Kuueru rested a hand upon her face as she watched the belt move faster and faster. Eventually he had to be caught off guard, right? These machines weren't just built for the normal officer, they were engineered to give a workout to even the fastest of warriors throughout the galaxy. Here they would monitor his heart and how much stress it was put under during the test. Once the boy finally had enough, or the officer got tired of seeing him run they would move on to the next test.
"Alright, next up we have the pressure test. For this we will enter the gravity room," The man spoke as they walked up to an odd-looking door with various warning signs plastered on the outside. Someone who took on a gravity too strong for their very bones could easily die in this place, still—the technology had safety protocols to shut off if a person's vitals went too off the wall. The man motioned the boy in, and within was a simple bar with two 45 lbs. weights on the side. It would be an easy task for most to hoist over their heads.
"You'll lift that bar over your head, and each time you do we will increase the gravity. We want to know your threshold not only for strength but see how much pain you can take in terms of muscle strain. We don't seriously want to put you outta commission, so once the computer realizes you're exerting too much energy and stress it'll shut off the gravity. Try not to sling the weights through the roof when that happens." The man pointed towards the ceiling of the gravity machine that was scared from previous incidents.
After proper instruction was given, and Zarun was within the machine, the officer pressed a few buttons and the lights within the dome itself dimmed on the Saiyan. Kuueru watched through a viewport curiously. They started with a simple 1.5 times gravity. It moved up in increments of 0.25, which didn't seem like a lot, but got heavy fast.
This was the final test for the boy, if all went well, Kuueru would give him more information, appointments, and details of his stay on Mitra for training. Then, he would be free for the time being as he began his new goals and ideals within the Galactic Empire. Kuueru was smitten that she was able to recruit someone with such ability, she was sure Polaris would be happy with her efforts once he came back from those Peace Accords. At least, she hoped he would. WC: 1091 | 8488
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Post by zarun on Dec 12, 2018 15:03:41 GMT -5
In truth, Zarun wasn’t sure what he wanted.
He had some vague idea of what he was chasing, although it wasn't much beyond that vague concept of being 'the strongest'. In truth, he wouldn't have minded if he wasn't the guy that held that very title, if he wasn't the one at the very top of the mountain. Besides, how could you tell? There was a myriad of powerful beings out there somewhere, so you'd never really know even if you were, right? He was just happy at the idea of being one of the strongest, of being someone powerful enough to be considered a Saiyan warrior, and someone who was strong enough that he'd be able to come across and fight all manners of strange and interesting opponents. He liked the idea of the flexibility, of being able to fight both those who were just as strong as him, or maybe much weaker - but could be fun opponents regardless. The concept of being able to move his power down and back up to normal at will enticed him, not having to concern himself with how strong his opponent really was. As long as he was close enough, he would be fine with that. If he was able to fight beings like that for the rest of his life, he would be happy with that. It would've been a life worth living, one that maybe the other Saiyans that he could call his ancestors would be satisfied with.
He did actually wonder, speaking of life, how long it would be for him, anyway. Did he have all the time he wanted to gain the strength that he was chasing? To fight all the opponents there could ever be? He didn't know what came after, but if there wasn't fighting, or if there wasn't anything at all, then he would have to make the most use of what he had. Still, the fact that it was all temporary....bothered him. He would've liked to be able to live forever. Fight forever. Maybe still be able to lose, but just be able to always come back. There was no fun in fighting if you were always guaranteed to win, anyway. Maybe that was the two choices he had to pick between - boredom, of always winning, or the suffering of knowing that one day his quest for battle was going to end. For now, it was almost just a release and that was it, with little more significance. He hadn't found fulfillment in fighting, just a satisfaction that someone might get from eating, or mating, or something else that was more of a base instinct like that. He was hoping the Empire would grant him a purpose, a strength that he'd be able to carry from that; maybe then he'd be satisfied, not afraid of losing it all, of missing out on all the strong fighters that were to come in the generations long after he was dead and gone. What a shame that would be.
Zarun cast an intense, and perhaps more imposing than one would be expecting, glance in the direction of the officer when made a comment on the Saiyan's height. "I am not short." The look in the eyes would have given away what he was immediately, with no need for the blood test. There was an intensity, a ferocity behind them that was common in the Saiyan race, even as it was quite different from the young warrior's usual demeanour. It was thanks to how seriously he took this, and how much he wanted to be taken seriously, too - if it was someone not so important (in his eyes, anyway), then he wouldn't have really cared what they thought. Still, even he understood it was a bit much for such a small comment. He was just...very focused right now, was all. He wanted to be sure he did well.
The Saiyan climbed up onto the running machine without a word, his eyes dancing over the curious looking thing below him. This was a running machine, right? Or a treadmill? Whatever. He began to run, jogging at first to keep up with the pace of it and then quickly speeding up, moving along with it. Stamina was not an issue for someone like him. Even though his actual technique in combat was still something to work on, his body and mine were honed to not give in, and his physical shape was impeccable. Granted, the density of a Saiyan was generally more than other species, but even without the use of Ki, Zarun was a fine physical specimen. He understood that, too - even with how much he could seem to not take things seriously, he got where his limitations and where his strengths were right now, and his physical prowess certainly fell under the latter, rather than the former.
That, in part, came down to also getting when you needed to stop. Continuing up to quite a high speed, Zarun eventually called it quits, slamming his hand on the stop button once he reached a point where most candidates probably would've been flung off by now - Zarun didn't see that as particularly good for him, though. He was just starting at a higher point than some others; he was sure there were plenty of them who had scored worse in these original tests, who were more than far and away his superiors now. The next test was where he felt he was best.
The pressure testing was something that immediately made Zarun competitive; not just because it was naturally a competition with those who had come before, and were going to be coming in to handle the same thing, but because of it being something he took so naturally to. The weight was easy, almost too easy for him to manage, even as it at first darkened. Saiyans were naturally acclimated to ten times the normal gravity of Earth as a benchmark, and his own homeworld he'd come into this galaxy on wasn't far off, if not at that same number. Zarun didn't do anything too showy, simply lifting the bar over his head again and again, repeating the motion verbatim each and every time. The gravity continued to rise, and he did feel himself sweat, but he kept pushing himself just a bit more, not wanting to give in until the computer eventually stopped him. He felt the droplets of sweat roll down his face, controlling his breathing as the bar moved up and down, the force and pressure of the gravity continuing to increase to try and oppress him.
Zarun simply kept going. He lasted long, perhaps a lot longer than even he was expecting to. After all, resiliency was far more his element than speed - that and strength. It helped that he wanted to push himself, and he refused to take this easy. He had to start strong, and continue showing what he was made of this whole time - if he wanted to have the cause, to have the position in the galaxy that would pay enough homage and honour to his Saiyan lineage, to the proud warrior ancestors he had come from, he was going to have to work for it.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 12, 2018 21:09:18 GMT -5
zarun Kuueru could admire the spark of life in the young man's eyes. He had a drive. He had goals. He had his whole life ahead of him, and as did she unless for some reason or another she perished in battle or some freak accident. It was a perk of being an eternal demon, all the time in the world---things did become a bit mundane after centuries however. Kuueru had many centuries herself to learn most of what she wanted, but every day she found herself picking up new things in the mortal realm. This place was new for her, something fresh to dig her paws through. She had to learn everything from mannerisms, history, and even how to use a toilet. The world was a wild place, but she was merely in her infancy of exploring it.
She herself could not fathom having a limited time on the soil, and then to have your soul judged and sent to either heaven or hell based on the deeds in your lifetime. It all sounded like the bad end of a deal, but it was a luxury her people had.
Kuueru nearly burst out laughing as the Saiyan retaliated against the height comment that the officer made towards him. While he wasn't a midget or a dwarf by no means, even Kuueru stood an inch over him in stature. Not that height was any indicator of a person's strength or moral values in life. It seemed to be a teasing point of males in the mortal realm. And duly so based on the negative reaction that the Saiyan shot back at the officer. There was a passion and fury in his gaze that couldn't be rivaled by anything that the demoness could muster from one measly insult. In fact, Kuueru could not name the last time she really unleashed her rage. In actuality, on the battlefield she seemed to be the most carefree and fun-loving of opponents. She relished in the opportunity to fight and push herself to the limits, be it pounding someone into the dirt, or being wounded till her soul hurt.
Alas, on to the next task of the treadmill. The boy began his sprint with ease. Then, he kept going and going… It was clear to the demoness that speed and keeping up on his feet wasn't an issue for the young Saiyan. She typed a few notes in his profile before he abruptly hit the stop button. No, it wasn't due to the boy being out of breath or fatigued, but perhaps he even grew a bit bored of the charade. Kuueru couldn't blame the man, she too didn't like to be tested, let alone be insulted by tests that barely pushed her past the brink of a sweat. This was probably child's play for the man before her, whom seemed eager to move on to the next trial, if you could even call it that.
"All right all right, nice pace on the treadmills there. Not that Commander Kuueru took a fitness test, but I often catch her in here running on that thing at around that speed. Heh, she's in quite the shape," the rotund officer shot out the off-hand comment and Kuueru's own eyes bore a hole in his head. Her glare basically said enough to make the man abruptly shut his trap and move to the gravity machine with much haste.
Zarun quickly took his place within the machine, perhaps this was the test he looked most forward to out of all of them. Not that needles and running weren't the most delightful of tasks.
"Good luck Zarun, I'm eager to see how you do in this one," Kuueru gave the man a bit of a pep talk before he entered for them all to view from the outside like some sort of experiment or zoo animal.
They moved at a gradual speed, but for the longest time they all seemed to be about the same difficulty for the Saiyan. One after another he hoisted the bar over his head with ease. Kuueru began to wonder if the machine were broken, however as she glanced at the display curiously it confirmed that the gravity was indeed increasing at the stated rate. Her fingers grazed her chin as she noted the small changes in his body and muscle fibers, as well as his exerted ki with ease push. Yes, there was some difficulty increases with each one, but not until they were well over ten times the Earth's gravity.
"Hn, he seems to be at least used to this gravity. I'll have to see if I can find out where he's been. I'm sure there's some sort of immigration record on him," Kuueru mumbled mostly to herself, but of course the officer beside her.
Eventually the machine gave off a beep that blared the ears and the lights in the dome came back on. One would feel the immediate release of the gravity, though it was gradual for safety precaution. With a hydraulic hiss the door to the chamber released and opened, revealing a slightly worked Saiyan ready for the eating. Kuueru nodded and noted the final gravity in which he made it to before his vitals went a bit too high for their liking.
"All good Zarun, very impressive. I think we've done everything we needed her, thank you for your help Officer Wuttz," the commanded spoke softly before bowing her head to the fattened man. Afterwards she waved a single hand to Zarun before leading him back to the elevators, and all the way back to the 87th floor all that way up.
It wasn't long before the pair were back into her pristine office, which honestly looked as if it was hardly inhabited for the most part. She walked back to the stack of papers upon her desk and pulled a hefty section from the pile. Zarun's name was already printed upon the contracts, Kuueru had her secretary handle that bit of business as they went about with the other tests Zarun had participated in.
"Right, so I just need you to go through this, read carefully and sign. There are details about health plans, salary, and all that in there," She elaborated sure, but the information was clear-cut and detailed. It would answer any questions the boy would ever have about his job, his duties, and what was expected of him within the Galactic Empire. Of course, he would also learn this in a classroom setting at a later date.
"After you sign this, I can show you around Mitra a bit, or just let you head to your new quarters for the next few days. I don't want to seem too overbearing. Hell, I convinced you to sign your life away on our first day of meeting already. If I weren't so glad to have you on board I may actually feel bad about this," Kuueru responded with a smile before passing the stack of papers across the desk to the man. There was of course a chair for him to sit, and a large number of pens sat neatly in a container upon her work surface. Kuueru wasn't sure how much time Zarun needed to sign all of the paperwork, but she shuffled through some existing work while he began. WC: 1224 | 9712
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Post by zarun on Dec 13, 2018 13:38:31 GMT -5
Zarun was quite pleased to hear that Kuueru was impressed. More than just because now she was his superior officer and it was kind of his job to keep her impressed, he was glad to have the approval of someone that he already trusted. Perhaps he did it too easily, but he had no reason to think she was lying to him; it wasn't like he didn't already know what combat entailed, and everyone must have heard of the Empire by now, right? Even he had, if it was only smatterings. Some of the work he'd seen around the place and mutterings in conversations had given him whispers of a name that he knew he'd heard before. Polaris. The great Emperor, the hero who had taken it upon himself to lead them to new glories in space, was the kind of tagline you often heard about him. More importantly to Zarun, he had heard that the Emperor was an incredible warrior and a fighter of renown, someone with power beyond the imagining of anyone else. There were even rumours that he was the most powerful being alive today, and perhaps the most powerful there had ever been. Zarun hoped that was true - it excited him. The only thing he worried about was, that he was pretty sure nobody working for the Empire would be permitted to punch the Emperor himself. Not just because he wanted to, mind you. He was figuring that if one day he got close enough, maybe he could try and find out a way to earn a spar with him, just one. It shouldn't be that hard, should it? After all, if he was going to keep up that strength, he needed sparring partners who were good enough. Yeah, that was it. He already had another goal in mind - he liked the Empire a lot already.
The Saiyan once again watched with real interest as he stared from the inside of the elevator, following after Kuueru. He was still in genuine awe at this whole place, even just this one building on Mitra. It was so foreign to him, to have so many things of incredible scope in one place. Sure, Earth was advanced, but nothing was ever so obvious about how advanced it was. Besides, it still seemed somewhat backwards when you compared it to somewhere like this, and he was pretty sure he'd heard this place wasn't even that far away! That being said, he knew nothing about the galaxy other than a general map of where he was from (he'd have to check for that name) and where Earth was. He thought that Mitra was in the Northern Quadrant, but even that couldn't be put down to being for sure. After all, he'd only heard that from a space on a transport barge, who was in the same situation as him, riding out his last few bits of money to get a way onto a little planet like Earth. It wasn't like he was going to be someone of sound judgement, was it? True, he was in that exact same situation, but he wouldn't have put himself down to be a galactic tour guide, or anything.
He had already noticed how incredibly clean the office looked the first time that he'd well...arrived here, was probably the correct turn of phrase for it. It was something that just seemed professional, that had a natural authority to it, at least to someone like him, who as of that moment, had a much more simple outlook on life than your average Ultramarine or even regular grunt in the frontline Imperial forces. All he knew was, at some point, he wanted to get to the level that he had an office of his own. He didn't plan on ever using, it of course; sitting around at a desk doing paperwork all day sounded like some version of hell for him, but that was why the guys who had desks usually had someone who was hired to do all that stuff for them! That way, the important people could get on with their more important jobs, rather than sitting around having to handle the drudgery that were stacks of papers, sort of like the one that was stacked on top of Kuueru's desk.
Moving to the chair that sat across from her on the opposite end of the desk, the Saiyan's dark eyes ran over the paper, analysing what he was actually signing up for. In truth, he didn't really mind that he was 'signing his life away', as she put it. He assumed she was referring to the danger of being someone that went out as a frontline combatant, but that didn't bother him at all. How did anyone live any other way? It wasn't like he had any family he was going to be leaving behind if he did get himself killed, anyway. Besides, if he got killed by someone immensely strong, then he would be happy with that. Maybe they'd send money to Sorben, if that happened. That would at least soften the blow, if Zarun's death ended up bothering him. Somehow, the Saiyan figured that he wouldn't mind too much. After all, he had to know how Zarun had always wanted to live, even just from how he'd been back home, how he'd fought then. He had been kind of determined to pick a fight with every dangerous predator he could find; he was spoilt for choice when he'd decided to do that.
"You don't have to feel bad. It's me that wanted to. Besides, I'm just glad you guys spelt my name right." The last time he'd seen it written down was on the manifest of the spacer, the transport guy that got him to Earth. He'd someone managed to spell it with two O's. How did you even do that? Just the idea of it made Zarun wrinkle his nose. He knew exactly how his name was spelt, thank you. It was the first thing that he'd ever learned to fully write. Well, after a couple of other things he supposed, but it was the first word he wrote that had any significance to him, and that was what mattered. As he continued reading through the details, Zarun had to prevent himself looking surprised at his salary, casting a glance up to Kuueru for just a moment before he looked back down, wondering if she was going to be giggling to herself, as the result of this being some prank. Didn't seem like it. He was really getting paid this much? Really, he had no idea if this was the norm, far above it or actually below it, somehow. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway. For Zarun, he was going to this from zero income, so it was already a big leap in his book. After a bit more deliberation and analysis, Zarun signed the contract, making sure to spell his name correctly in a practical, capital font. No fancy signatures here.
With that, he stood up out of the seat, popping his neck and shoulders after the workout that they'd been given in the gravity chamber downstairs. He had to see if he could use that thing more. Or maybe get his own one! Yeah, that would be great. In the meantime though, there was plenty more to see. "So, what is there around Mitra? What are my quarters like, am I staying with anybody or do I get my own?" He wasn't bothered either way, but a salary like that made him believe they could've considered him important enough to potentially have his own private quarters. The very idea boggled his mind that they would think he was a good catch for them in the first place, being such a large and clearly advanced organisation, but when did he ever look a gift Kabochan in the mouth?
One day, he'd actually figure out what a Kabochan looked like.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Dec 13, 2018 16:43:43 GMT -5
zarun The monster of a mountain that was the paperwork on her desk was all up to her. She had already had her personal assistants and secretaries handle the more mundane of the tasks. Now, everything that was here before her sought out her approval and signatures. In comparison to Zarun's introduction to his duties within the Ultramarines, Kuueru had to dive in and learn a lot of this headfirst. Not only did she had to worry with how things ran in this military, but she had to learn a lot of the common sense that mortals gained throughout their lifetimes. Despite her century old body, there were some things she had difficulty with that other members of the branch found laughable. Hence, the woman often distanced herself from the other mortals, seemingly she did not fit in, nor care to. It didn't help that a lot of her comrades felt bested and frustrated that someone so new to the marines progressed so quickly due to purely the Emperor's favor. Still, if they dared say anything to her face she would offer them a chance to best her skills in battle until they all bit their tongue.
In fact, she fought many a battle against her own allies to prove just that. Each time, she won in comparison. Still, she didn't use her full force against her own comrades, just enough to get her point across that she surely did deserve her rank amongst the rest of them. One the naysayers licked their wounds and limped back to the rest of their herd, surely, they spoke of their failures and the demoness's prowess in the art of fighting. Less and less challengers came her way these days, leaving her to the mundane work she stared at blankly upon her desk.
A soft sigh pressed from the pink-haired woman's lips as she began signing away and glancing over at the various orders before her. Hopefully as Zarun went through his own paperwork she could tackle at least a decent portion of the tasks before her. Signature here, stamp here…it was all imperative of course. Except for the time off requests from her platoon members, still, she couldn't be unreasonable. Yes, of course Lt. Smog could have that weekend off a year from now, that is---if he lived long enough to claim such a leisure time.
The pile began to grow smaller, before she could look at the clock and finish her duties, it appeared that the boy spoke once more in reply to her. It wasn't that she really felt bad about pressuring him to enlist, but she could tell the look in someone's eyes when they needed something more. Zarun had that look. Like a lost puppy wondering the streets of some city he was dumped in. The woman simply nodded and chuckled at the comment of his name being spelled correctly. She would be silly if she didn't scour his mind to see the correct spelling when they first met. The magic of telepathy and other mind tricks came in handy for the woman, this time was no exception. When the man spoke his name, it was almost like she saw it spelled out within his mind's eye.
"Ahh, what kind of military would we be to print paperwork without being sure of the spelling of your name? That would just be a waste of paper. Come to think of it, I'm not sure why we still do everything in paper with all the technology around, perhaps it's tradition or something." Kuueru mentioned curiously. It was true though. The universe was highly advanced and constantly growing, most things were already controlled by computers in one way or another. Yet just like Zarun when she enlisted she signed another piece of paper just like his.
It wasn't long after that the Saiyan was finished looking over the various documents and contracts and his name was printed in all capital letters. Not that Kuueru knew too much about the punctuation and printing of most mortal languages. She took the papers and looked them over briefly, making certain that there were no checkboxes left unticked and not initials not marked. It certainly was a hefty sum of paperwork, but the boy before her seemed to have dotted every proverbial 'I'. She smiled and pulled out a small stamp that she had been using for her earlier paperwork before mashing it into the paper next to his name. She would be sure to have her secretary have it find the correct place at a later date, for now it seemed the boy was much more interested in his living arrangements.
"Everything you could ever imagine is around Mitra," Kuueru replied before standing and walking over to the giant glass window that gave a decent view of the moon's surface. It was the epitaph of a metropolis, bustling and new. There were several spaceports, restaurants, shops and more! Kuueru hadn't even began to scratch the surface of exploration herself, and she was quite the tourist type.
"As for your quarters yes, you will be staying in a hotel room until we finalize your dormitory, I'm sorry for any inconvenience that may cause. Don't worry, you are of high enough ranking that you needn't share a room with someone, unless you wanted that sort of company. It should only be a day or two, then you will get a message about the details of such---that reminds me, you do have mobile device, right? Something you can at least access the Holonet on?" Kuueru pursed her lips to make sure the lad at least had a way to receive his message if he happened to be away from his hotel room.
"A-Anyhow, I should show you around a bit, and at least let you know how to use the funds you'll start to receive," Kuueru motioned for the boy once more to follow her. Again, to the elevator and down dozens of floors. This time however, they went all the way to the bottom. The main office area of the Empire's hub was filled with stern looking secretaries and quite the security in case some sort of attack would come from an enemy.
Finally, they made it out of the fancy sliding doors and out with the general population of Mitra. Yes, a lot of the people around them were people serving the Empire, but there were also their families and children as well some others who liked the moon enough to call it home. People rushed by about on their business, but everyone seemed to be in good spirits despite living on a rock that could be attacked at any time. In fact, they were still recovering from a Saiyan ambush from about a half a year back. The moon bounced back quickly after Oozaru attack forces leveled much of the city, still—both her and Polaris fended off the enemy that day. A tough battle no doubt, still, they lost. They lost Abbayor as well. Kuueru bit her tongue at the sour taste left in her mouth before walking along the busy streets and towards the general direction of the space port.
Various neon signs led their way all along the trip. Soon, they were met by an array of Xeno's who all seemed in a hurry to get on, or off of the planet. Kuueru chuckled and waved a hand in the area.
"First stop, the Mitra Spaceport! This is where you'll come if you want to travel or get off world. Just check your calendar to make sure that it doesn't conflict with training or any plans you have for the day. Work comes first of course!"
Kuueru paused and thought of where to lead the man next, she wondered if he had any suggestions.
"Say, if you have anything you would normally be interested in visiting, let me know! I don't want you to have to search too hard, I usually hit up the restaurant districts myself! Shopping is all right too here." WC: 1343 | 11055
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