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Post by Shallot on Mar 15, 2019 19:36:46 GMT -5
The sun would peek up over the horizon blasting warmth upon all it’s light touched casting shadows as it’s powerful beams invade the homes and dreams of those within saiyans royal palace , a warm beam of light would poke through the shades in which the room Shallot soon to be captain of the guard laid sleeping until it ever so rudely shined in her face. The messy haired female’s face would scrunch up in disapproval as she retreated under her covers now awake letting out a low throaty groan “uhhh great kai’s why have you forsaken me?” , Shallot would attempt to stretch while still under the cover only to push herself out of the bed and end up falling face front onto the floor her body know exposed Shallot would let out a sigh as she opened her eyes. Picking herself up she would grab herself a fresh pair of clothes,undergarments and socks ,over the years she had grown accustomed to sleeping in the nude since she had no roommates. Her bare feet would touch the cold marble floor as she entered her bathroom placing all she had brought upon the toilet seat lid and removing her undergarments before she would step into the glass box like shower. A stream of warm water would come rushing from the shower head as it washed over Shallot her hair trying to retain water would droop over the left side of her face , she would seemingly let the water hit her for a good five to fifteen minutes just simply enjoying the warm feeling of the water gradually turning up the heat and pressure of the water till it was what most would unbearable but this is how she liked her water. The water would trickle down every groove nook and cranny as it flowed , all trails leading to the shower drain. She would grab a washcloth and began slowly scrubbing her arms a she turned around letting the water run down her back , Shallot would being washing her chest and stomach as she began to think absentmindedly letting her body move on memory of her routine. ‘Starting today im not just Shallot...im shallot a captain in the royal guard...exciting…..’ Shallot would reach for the bottle of strawberry shampoo which rested upon a rack which was suction cupped to the glass wall in the shower along with moisturizers and a single lufa, despite how she presented herself around friends she had a girly side to her , she would firmly squeeze a dollop of shampoo into her palm and place the bottle back within its place on the rack ; she would begin rubbing it into her hair and tail creating a mass of sudds massaging her scalp and tail with the shampoo as well the sweet and lovely smell of strawberrys filed her nostrils as she continued to wash her hair and massage her scalp , Shallot would let the water blast away the suds from her being she would then quickly turn the water off ,Shallot would stand in the shower for merely a moment allowing water to drip from her body onto the pool of draining water on the floor of the shower. Stepping out of the shower Shallot would lightly fluctuate her ki causing the water to fly off her body and hit the floor. “Gotta love the perks of being a saiyan” she would mumble as she grabbed the clean set of clothes she had brought into the bathroom with her. The messy haired female would quickly throw on her cloths Shallot would look into the mirror at herself making sure all was as it should be. Shallot was often described as a curvy voluptuous women with noticeable dark shiny black hair, her face is rather soft yet firm her flawless skin was said to give her an angelic glow and those piercing bright red eyes that hold her powerful pride.Her cloths always consisted of a modified chest piece of her clothing is made from a unique manufactured substance , it works just as well as body armor when blocking ki. She also wears a pair of loose fitting martial arts pants as to not restrict her lower body’s movements , despite being nobility she still should expect battle. Lastly she wears a pair of heavy gold plated katchin boots and a circlet. Shallot would quickly head to her room exiting the bathroom , she would quickly grab her circlet from her bedside and She would quickly affixing it to her head before her hair could attain it’s natural shape once more, Shallot would exit her small Quarter’s down in the palaces barracks making sure to lock it , the young female only had her armor and her space pod to her name. Shallot would miss her little cubby hole she called room she had memories in this place that just don't fade with time her promotion was great and all but now she knew her friendship’s wouldn’t last as a captain and their subordinates can't be chummy. Shallot would slowly begin walking down the hall her katchin and gold plated boot’s clinking with each step due to her dragging her feet , she would smile as she passed a wall that had some very large dents in it scoffing a little. That vandalism was her and an old friends bothe being their only a day an where pummeling the hell out of their womanizing captain. Shallot would smile as memories of her arose it was bittersweet feeling they had been close and he had died many years ago while fending off part of the rebellion but she tried to focus on the good things. FLASHBACK~ Shallot was huffing and puffing and a bit wobbly at the moment her Fist’s felt like led and her hands where blistered ,every cell in her body ached for her to stop but she refused how was she supposed to grow strong if she allowed her limits to hold her back. This was not the case with her opponent and long time friend Kale who was standing tall and didn't appear to have not even a drop of sweat on his brow, Shallot was tired and frustrated none of her attacks were connecting. she clenched her fist’s so tight it made her hands blister further and in a burst of speed in a full on sprint ,she would be moving faster than normal but thanks to her currently depleted ki meaning high speed movement was out of the question, she would release a wild flurry of swings at Kale ,all of which she narrowly evaded elegantly before she used her speed to set some distance in between them. Shallot was huffing even harder now than she was before this was bad for her mainly because Kale was in battle stance, "oh shit! " (T.T) was all she could say before she had to raise her arms to block her straight punch , the force sent her flying into a pretty thick wall where she left her body shape imprinted in the hard stone Kale would laugh and clap as she walked over to her collapsed body and nudged Shallot’s head with his foot "you still alive" she asked knowing she wasn't dead but simply teasing her which proved to a bad choice, Shallot acted fast using what ki she had for one last move acting fast putting her in a full nelson while biting her head, causing her fall forward and thrash "I GIVE! I SAID I GIVE!!" he screamed Shallot clenched her jaw and sat up "hehehe" the two would break out laughing heading for the healing tank’s to get shallot all patched up. FLASHBACK END~ Lara would shake her head laughing slightly as she reached the top of the steps she would walk out to the court yard making sure to head to her ceremony, Sallot had to stand at attention next to several other saiyans while being as stone faced as possible. Shallot was absolutely giddy with excitement over this promotion , as a captain she could switch to an on-call soldier and have the freedom and respect she always wanted in her life. The audience was filled with a mix of low ranking saiyans and elite’s normally low-class saiyans wouldn’t be allowed on grounds but they were all friends of shallots who came to support her. When it finally came time for her to receive her scroll of promoting the general paused in front of her a look of sad happy and prideful , “it is with great honor we of the royal guard say goodbye to royal guard shallot..” he paused some of the low-class saiyans misinterpreted and began to scream in outrage “...And welcome our newest Captain Shallot!" With that he would hand her the scroll and walk off stage. Shouts of praise rang out from the low class while the elite’s seemed more ticked than amused. All while this was happening shallot had begun to shed tear on stage smiling and saluting with her now fellow captains. At the end of the ceremony Shallot went out to the low-class part of vegeta where she was paraded around by the populous , for them this was a big step in being progressive and peacefully dismantling the poverty that came with the caste system. Shallot did in fact dance and eat with them flirt with the men ,she was having fun and enjoying herself amongst her friends. Something shallot had taught them was battles don't always need to be foought with fist’s she’d be planet vegeta’s sword and sheild , nothing else mattered to her more than making things right for her people. After she had thoroughly partied hard and sobered up she spent the night in the boonies with a friend. In the morning after cleaning up she would head out patrolling the planet vegeta when she came upon something peculiar. It wasn't something all that extra glorious but it caught her eye , it was a small quant shop that had a huge arena in the back of it. “What the hell are these guys doing , i hope this isn’t sprout running illigal tournaments again” she’d say rolling her eyes. Shallot wasn’t against a man making a living but she could only let him get away with so much after she told him how to better hide it. Shallot would fly down landing softly upon the earth beneath her feet crossing her arms as she read the sign above , her face twisted into a fairly confused one “Ravagers what the hell..?” she would trail off noticing everyone was avoiding being near this shop/signup center. She would begin reading some of what was in the window mercenaries and bounty hunter’s and something about commission's through contracts , what really caught her eye was the offer of sponsoring a ship for individuals worthy of captain/commander positions. Shallot did notice they were looking for grunt’s but at this point she knew climbing the latter would be easy. The young female saiyan would walk in scanning the place immediately bounty hunters from across the galaxy , it felt as if ever eye their was on her. She could a few of the words being mumbled which didn't please her “he he look at that rack!” , “i wonder how old she is? You know they seem to stop ageing around twenty” , “what the hell is a female doing here , she should be back at the meat houses” things like this didn't bother her. Shallot often got comments like this training with the other guards back at the palace that was until she made them put their money where their mouth was. She would walk past all these men her tail wrapping tightly around her waist like a belt, not wishing for any of these men to get any idea’s. She would walk up to the service window an elderly looking man , just by looking at him you could tell he’d seen better days. Shallot felt happy for him it seemed like he was now a retired veteran doing desk work. “Excuse me my name Shallot of the Royal guard , i was recently promoted a Captain and i saw your look for potential employee’s” she’d say in a very militaristic type way as if she were talking to her commanding officer.The old mans face seemed to wrinkle in confusion “you mean Shallot as in the noble?The noble who mingles with the low class?The same Shallot who brought food to me and my starving little girls every day for a year?” he would question with smile , her mouth would go agape “Pumbookin!! It’s you!! How are the girls!!” she’d exclaim leaping across the service desk leaping on him giving him a hug. They both fell to the floor laughing , and the other men in the room started laughing to as they knew pumbookin personally as well. “Warn an old man next time” he’d laugh out getting up off the ground. “The girls are fine both of em got married , but let's get you all signed up” he’d say reaching into the desk pulling out a form and pen. “Just fill this out and head to the arena outback the guy out their testing is a bit of a sassy mood right now he’s gonna take your power level make you do some basic things fight some fodder..” he would lean in close and whisper “..do good enough or impress him with your power level he’ll direct line the boss” he would wink at her before letting go to fill out the papers. Shallot would return papers filled a small smirk in hand , “just head to the back shallot he isn’t expecting you per say , so i'll let you cut in line it’ll be nice to see someone pass the crewman (grunt) test’s with flying colors and make him do his job” he would laugh a few of the other potential bounty hunters jeering behind his words. Pumbookin would pull out a remote that turnt on a large TV in the corner of the room , “we’ll be watching honey” he’d say patting her on the back sitting behind the desk once more. Shallot would head out the back door and into the arena equipping her scouter before doing so , she would shield her eye’s from the bright light as she exited and marveled at the arena.it was indeed beautiful but where was this examiner who was going to test her?? Had he gone…… ”hello!”
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Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 16, 2019 9:20:47 GMT -5
A soft sigh left Dain´s lips as he extended his hand towards his latest victim. Or rather recruit. It was a young Saiya-Jin, roughly around the age of sixteen, wearing some velvet spandex pants, a black leather vest and spiked gloves. As usual the man had come in, demanding to be made a captain. Dain barely heard half the man´s boast as he had still been busy writing the report on the last candidate. “Hmmm?…” He simply said, excusing himself for not paying attention, as he looked up. Instantly he had regretted it, seeing the man was more a street punk then a military type. Despite the man´s boasting, Dain had ended the fight in a single blow and was now extending his hand. Funnily enough it would not be something he would do for a worthy opponent. It was all in the small letter of the paper the just signed after all. It was how he and the Ravagers shanghaied most of their grunts. It simply stated that by accepting the hand of their recruiter they signed up to be a grunt of a ship the Ravagers choose for them. It also nulled any rights to decline and other freedoms. “Welcome aboard. Just go right through that door and we will see to it you are assigned appropriately.” Dain said with a neutral voice as soon as the man had taken his hand and he had helped him up. Unknowing to the poor sod, behind the room was a transporter and once he would have closed the door he would find himself a moment later on board the Gete Star. There he would be welcomed by an `instructor´ and taken care of until they would find a ship for him. Albeit Dain did not come up with this practice -it had been in place long before he took control of the Ravagers- he had continued it and improved it. Those who were to weak to stand against their instructors would also be to weak to make a fuss or try to escape. So even if they were unwilling to accept the small print, there was little they could do. Was it a harsh system? Perhaps. Those who came through this door though to sign up actually wanted to be a Ravager. Even if most came to sign up as an independent captain, like this idiot. “No military training, no strength and apparently no brain… why do they expect them to be given a ship?” He mused to himself, shaking his head at the stupidity of most candidates. Now to be fair he knew pretty well why this was, so the question was mostly rhetorical. By default the Ravagers did not attract the best and brightest of their generations. The good ones usually joined their planets military or worked in the private sector. Heck if they were as good as they thought they would be, they probably would never consider working for someone else. That was the thing though. Perhaps these kids were good enough in their own small little neighborhood. Some KI, some street smarts and they probably controlled their bit of territory. Perhaps they were even considered the most bad ass around. So naturally they would consider joining the Ravagers at the promise of wealth and fame. However the universe is a big place and rarely does it mean anything to be a local fighter. Today had proven that point. He had taken two hundred and sixty one candidates and aside from two, all had been recruited as grunts. His fist was actually a bit sore. Although the writers cramp he had was worse. With another sigh Dain walked back to his comfortable leather chair and gently lowered himself, the chair squeaking softly as his sore muscles made contact. From his pocket he drew a small package of cigarettes. With a move he practiced millions of times, he effortlessly flipped it open with his thumb and drew out one of his custom black cigarettes. Next he did was open the drawer in front of him and pulled out a bottle of scotch. The liquid oozed with a strangely comforting sound into the glass and soon the sweet sensation of alcohol ran through his parched throat. Finally he had a moment to relax and he had every intention of doing so. With the press of a button a holographic display popped up in front of him and as he exhaled a cloud of black smoke, he began looking up a few numbers. “So this is relaxing now… Petey next time I have a great idea, just sedate me until I come down from it…” He mused to himself as he scoured through the pages of reports. Casualty reports. Requesting supplies. Status reports of the new ships being finished. Recruiting reports. He never thought he would ever having to do so much work. A while back he was still merely a bounty hunter, having the freedom he so desired. Now he was considering doing paper work as a relaxing time. Still it was needed for his overall goal. Ever since witnessing the state of the Saiya-Jin empire after the death of their queen, Dain had been appalled. There were even Saiya-Jin beggars. He had not believed the reports, but after seeing it with his own eyes… Saiya-Jin unable to hunt and fend for themselves… his people had fallen low. So right there and then he had made a vow. He would ascend the throne, reinstate the Saiya-Jin military might and install a new era of pride and power. This Ravager business was just the first step. If it all would go down well he could hand the Ravagers to his friend Sly, while he would ascend. Not only were the Ravagers a great asset in case of a war. Imagine thousands of highly modified warships with experienced captains and crew. In his dreams Dain could see their combined might give the Empire a headache. The other reason he had taken over the Ravagers was to hide the fact that he conquered the Gete Star for any other purpose. A wonderful little artifact. A spaceship the size of a planet, capable of gobbling up entire planets and fabricating entire fleets. It was that what he was ultimately after. Once he would become king he would bring an entire fleet of new warships for the Saiya-Jin empire. He would fill them with the weak, giving them a job and power, while mobilizing the army to conquer planets. The Saiya-Jin empire would grow strong from it´s spoils, the economy would be turned to war and everyone would have a place again. That was the grand scheme and he had been dedicating all his free time to it. -when he was not training himself- Still it would take decades, but being immortal had taught him that time was not really valuable. Just as he had been done browsing through all the reports and giving out a few orders, the communicator in his pocked beeped loudly. Slightly annoyed Dain looked up and at first he did not recognize the name. “It is from Spinook, the recruitment officer on Vegeta. Oh and I would recommend reading it. I will start preparing the transporter.” The female, smooth, voice of his AI on board the Atrioch pierced the silence a moment later. She probably had recognized his confusion and butted in. For a moment Dain´s face grimaced. Not at the fact that he was being interrupted again, but rather that Petey had clearly read his messages again and already decided on a course of action. He had every intention of giving her a good lashing out, but then suddenly all the anger fell away and he burst out in laughing. He could not even explain why. Perhaps it was because the AI seemed to be running him instead of the other way around? Or perhaps he could not be mad at her, since he was the one which granted her way too much freedom as an AI? In any case, as per usual, she was proven right. The message was indeed from Spinook and basically it told him to come down their right away. A very interesting candidate had appeared. It did not say much more, but considering the fact that Spinoon was not one to brag or interrupt him needlessly, he sighed and got up. Long story short, three minutes later he was standing in the transporter room and was send to the planet Vegeta. “So what is the poop?” He asked as soon as he appeared, seeing Spinook stand in front of him with crossed arms. Dressed in his basic black spandex pants, heavy weighted brown robe and wooden sandals, it was not wonder Dain did not impress the man. -Though to be fair, Dain doubted that anyone with 47 years of front line combat experience could be impressed- Instead the silver haired Saiya-Jin simply nodded to welcome him and then moved his head to indicate he should go into the arena to see for himself. “Good chat, good chat.” Dain said with a grin, knowing all to well the man had lost his tongue so chatting was not really an option anyway. Regardless Dain did not wait very long. If the new recruit had been waiting for -by his calculation at least six minutes. 1 to read the message, 3 to get dressed and two to get there- this long without blowing anything up… let´s say that with most Saiya-Jin that was already a miracle and he did not want to press his luck. They had not even finished paying the mortgage on the arena after all! “Welcome, welcome! So you are our ne-” Dain said with a bit of feigned pleasantry as he opened the door and walked through it, only to feel his breath get stuck in his throat as he laid eyes upon their newest recruit. Not only was the he a she. Not only was she bloody gorgeous. No she had to be pretty powerful as well. As long as his senses did not betray him. Now this was different. Just from the first glance he could tell she was more then a grunt. By the way she carried herself and the air around her. If nothing, she could have sword she was at the very least above the low class Saiya-Jin. “Ehh… why do I have the feeling I should know you or do know you? Did know you?” He said, rumbling a bit with the words as he kept staring at her. Why did he have the feeling he had seen her before? “In any case you are here to join the Ravagers? Mind showing me what qualities you have and which position you want to attain? I am quite certain I did not actually post the position of mistress… unless I got drunk again… oh well. You are free to convince me.” He said with a cheeky grin. It was a necessary evil. Not a thing Dain actually liked, but he always poked the beehive. He had no time to waste on politeness and groveling. The fastest way to ascertain someones strength was to see them angry and not holding anything back for tactical reasons. Even if it meant he had to play the fool and asshole some times. In this case including womanizer it seemed. “Well perhaps I can also use someone to clean my socks… though I warn you, I expect extra from you there as you are a mere woman. So you will have to do twice as well.” He continued with a grin, hoping he was striking a nerve. A part of him wondered though if she was observant enough that he was wearing sandals and not socks. It mattered little. “Or do you intent to claim yourself a warrior?” He said, his voice growing more serious. “A female of the Saiya-Jin race. Once the most powerful warriors in the universe. Do you want to claim you are one of those? If so, prove it!” He said as his face grew serious and he shifted his weight to take a slightly defensive position, before signaling her to attack him. Shallot | Word Count: 2,049 | Total Word Count: 2,049 |
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Post by Shallot on Mar 16, 2019 16:52:47 GMT -5
The would beat down upon the earth of new Sadala as Shallot stood arm’s crossed in the arena growing more impatient by the second. The youthful looking Saiyaness would fly up into the air to get a birds eye view of the arena trying to spot the Ravager scout , this would take all of a few seconds as the man was nowhere in the stands or anywhere near the arena ‘today was supposed to be a good day’ she would say internally as she slowly descended back to the arena. A soft sigh would escape the young saiyaness lips as she made her way to the center of the , Shallot had undergone plenty of training during her time in the art of self control. It was very true that this was not a strong suite amongst saiyans as most where so used to getting what they wanted when they wanted it , but shallot had diverged from the crowd with the rest of the royal guard long ago. When shallot made it to the center of the arena she would lower herself onto the arena floor , plopping down she would slowly pull her legs into the half lotus position cupping her hands in her lap as she closed her eyes.The wild haired Ruby eyed amazon would breath in deeply but gently through her nose and repeat that process when exhaling , small dust circular dust clouds would roll across the arena floor with Shallot being the epicenter of it all ; her body was soon expelling a thick red aura around her body. As the small dust clouds began to fade to small ripples and then into nothing her meditating form world begin to lift into the air , once she was floating all was still. Her sense’s where open to the surrounding area , the smells , the sounds the surrounding energy. A gust of wind would rush past whistling in Shallots ear as it did so rustling her hair a little , Shallots mental training was quickly disrupted. Although her focus was disrupted Shallot’s control over her ki did not waver as she remained air born she would keep her eye’s closed though as she listened , the sound of the door opening a man speaking followed by the sound of combat boot. Shallot would let her left leg fall followed by her right her feet being firmly planted onto the arena floor , she would open her eyes and begin to examine Dain as her scouter was silently flashing the word warning in saiyan text in the small lower corner of her screen. ‘It doesn't take a genius to know he is not the one that is supposed to be administering these test’ she would say internally as she began to listen to him talk. “Welcome, welcome! So you are our ne-” Shallot would just stand there staring at him with a blank face , this was going to be a deciding moment in their relationship so she would do as she did when she was a soldier and simply comply for now. “Ehh… why do I have the feeling I should know you or do know you? Did know you?” Shallot would shake her head as a ‘no’ response she never once remembered serving in the armed forces of Sadala with this man , much less had she seen this man at any of her charity events for the low class saiyans of Sadala or protest’s for better housing of the lower class. “In any case you are here to join the Ravagers? Mind showing me what qualities you have and which position you want to attain? I am quite certain I did not actually post the position of mistress… unless I got drunk again… oh well. You are free to convince me.” Shallot would tilt her head to the side with a complete look of confusion and bewilderment , did this man really think her that weak and a piece of meat taboot? ‘Maybe i should just head back to the palace’ she would think internally grimacing. As it was now clear to her that this man lacked brain cells and proper eye site the royal crest on her chest piece meant she was of the royal guard or elite of the planet. Adding salt to the wound “Well perhaps I can also use someone to clean my socks… though I warn you, I expect extra from you there as you are a mere woman. So you will have to do twice as well.” all she could do was blink in total astoundment this man had the balls to go that far with a woman he knew nothing , at this point Shallot had reached into her chest piece and pulled out a small notepad for issuing severe tickets that only the captains of the royal guard possessed she would make sure this book was visible as she wrote something on three pieces of paper and turned to a crimson red page and scribble on it for a good while ‘im old enough and far to trained to rush in like a damned fool , but i can have this place shut down and moved to the outskirts’ Shallot would simply clap her hands slowly her face was a bit more serious but cold. “I dont need to prove anything to you sir , i know for a fact your not supposed to administrate this test i got all my information at reception who happens to be a dear freind” she’d say crossing her arms her arm bands clinking together as she did so , she would then take one finger and point to the obvious crest on her chest piece “in advance im part of the royal guard a captain to be more exact , im an on call soldier i wanted to see what horizons would open if i applied for the grunt work” she would say with a very strict and commanding look on her face fitting of her captains title. The jig was up and it was time to start shooting straight “if we fight you come to me , or go get the man who actually facilitates these tests” she would say her voice having been calm showing her military training. |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 17, 2019 8:59:46 GMT -5
Dain was actually slightly amused by the girl as she pulled out a notepad. Instead of getting furious she remained calm and level headed. He had noticed the crest on her chest, but still could not place her. His memory was not the best, a small side effect from being immortal. His mortal brain could simply not store the lifespan of his immortality, so he simply tended to forget things. Luckily not the important things -or so he hoped- and the rest he wrote down in his journals to read sometimes or look up. Sadly his brain seemed to fail him in now. Luckily he still had his implant. A long time ago he had part of his right cortex replaced by an electronic version. It allowed him to communicate directly with his ship and the AI on his ship to upload information directly into his brain. He hated using it though. It was like having a thousand brain freezes stuffed in the span of half a second and tended to give him a feisty headache on bad days. Luckily today was a good day and the file uploaded by Petey was rather small. In fact it contained barely more then her name, military record and the fact that she was newly promoted. “Ah… now I remember. You were being trained for Royal Guard captain. Congratulations on that by the way.” He said after a moment, the pain quickly fading, as he began to walk towards her. He needed to treat her differently then the usual candidates it seems. After all he was standing in the presence of `royal´ blood. Heh. Even the thought amused him. “Sadly it won´t do if you write up reports.” He said with a grin as he made a quick grasping movement. Seemingly into thin air, but when his hand slowed down, he was holding the notepad firmly in his hand. “Oops?” He said with a fake innocent grin, before releasing a bit of KI from his hand, incinerating the booklet. He was sure it would not stop her, nor was that the point. She would still remember things, so it was futile, had it been his intention from stopping her from reporting. Once she left she could just as easily get a new pad and finish it. No his intention was a bit more subtle. Simply grab her attention. As funny as he found her attitude, he did not liked being talked to as if he did not matter. So as he walked, he had slowly began to let his powerlevel rise from fife hundred to two thousand. The air around him vibrating slightly as he tread forward, his feet throwing up bit´s of dust with every step as his face grew more serious. “Actually you won´t find anyone higher then me. The name is Dain Sincara, leader of the Ravagers. Congratulations you passed for grunt levels. Your power and reputation proceeded you, so I was notified.” He said as he stopped dead in front of her, not more then a foot separating the two. Making it clear he was not the slightest bit intimidated by the feisty woman, nor her rank. “However, I am changing the rules a bit for you. It seems I need a different approach to get you to show me what you can actually do. What a warrior with royal blood can do on this planet.” He said as he looked down to meet her eyes. He scratched his stubby chin, mimicking the process of thinking about something. “Oh well… what about this.” He said, a big grin appearing on his face. “If you can impress me enough, I might actually let you live…” He said as he pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed the button, instantly causing red shields to be raised all around the arena. Normally they were intended to prevent outsiders from interfering with a fight and protect the crowd from being harmed. Although never intended for that, it also would not allow anyone inside to flee. “Now I will be nice and consider it a win if you can get me to use my hands.” He said with an arrogant grin as he placed both hands behind his back, before vanishing and reappearing several meters away from her. He shifted his weight a little bit and spread his legs to take a defensive stance. “Actually I think you would learn quite a bit from the Ravagers and going off world. It was how soldiers in the past trained and grew stronger you know.” He suddenly said a lot more friendly and open, as he remembered the old days. “I promise you, there is a vast universe out there and a lot to see.” He said in a mellow tone, before growing serious again and giving her a head signal to come at him. Shallot | Word Count: 824 | Total Word Count: 2,049 + 824 = 2,873 |
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Post by Shallot on Mar 17, 2019 18:28:22 GMT -5
Shallot ears had perked as the man continued talking as she finished writing the tickets , so far he’d racked up five hundred thousand in construction violations and worker safety codes alone it was astounding what people felt they could do because they had money. Shallot would then flip the pages back down reviewing them but still keeping and eye on dain she wasn’t a rookie soldier anymore she knew to watch threats , as dain came within arm’s reach of her she would just tighten her grip on the booklet. She would feel a light tug on the hand she held the book in but she didn’t bother looking down she had a more amused look on her face , a very small smirk as he lit the upper half of the booklet he ripped off aflame. She wouldn’t give him time to realize he had only grabbed and ripped off the upper half of her ticket book , ‘guess these books being made out of cheap recycled crap works in our favor sometimes’ she’d think to herself as she placed what remained back in its proper place nestled in between her bosom guarded by her chest piece. If she really felt like slapping another fine on she could have a warrant put into the planetary defense system , but that was an abuse of power in reality she had literally been scribbling on those pages it was just to send a message to Dain of course not liking his superior attitude twoards her. Shallot was raised believing she wasn’t worth anything thats she was meaniingless an ant beneath her fathers thumb , a runt under his boot ; and in the army she learned she was a single gear in a well oiled machine no matter her rank or birthright she was insignificant. In other words no one was truly important , but they where not non-essencial take a moment to think ‘do the stones atop the the mountain think themselves more importants than the stones that form the base?’ it was a simple analogy but an effective one she was taught while serving all those years. Shallot would remove her scouter hands hanging at her sides. When Dain made his comment twoard her ‘royal blood’ she would look him directly back in the eyes , a gleam of that inner soldier pulsating in those beautiful crimson eyes as red as the oceans of blood she had witnessed being formed by rebels. The death and destruction she had witnessed every day as a soldier having to kill her own people that joined these violent rebellions ; The emotion behind those eyes could not convey this moment after seeing your best friend have their head ripped off by a rebell coating her in her freinds blood. Shallot knew bloodlines had nothing to do with ones fighting ability if dain wished to strike a nerve he just had and serious one at that , she would lower her head casting a shadow over her upper face hiding it from view “my bloodline has nothing to do with my ability to fight..” thats all she would say. The youthful looking woman refused to show any emotion when in combat less her military training be for nothing but dain had just set somthing in stone for her , all her life she had to work ten times harder than every man around her and she was treated unfairln no matter what happened or where she went. Shallot asumed men of power had respect atlest but now it was clear who the weaker sex was when it came to the saiyan people , she would make note to do somthing about that much later. When this man began to speak about letting her live if she impressed him , her grip tightened around her scouter a gathering of small cracks form on the lense “men….your all the same” she would breath out as she tighten her grip more just completely destroying the scouter in her hand as she balled up her fist’s ready to show him what she could do. Being a soldier meant you where trained to kill with anything and everything , but before she learned to use ki she honed her most glorious means of destruction to perfection which was her body. In her opinion ki was somthing that made fights easier and she was known to fling a few attacks here and there , but she prefered feeling the physical contact of her body impacting another the rush was amazing it made her feel alive. Once dain had finally finished his speech just as he was about to give the signal to come at him shallot would launch herself threw the air barraling at him with the ferrocity of a bullet , she would be coming in hot with her signature move the Oozaru leg smash , this was her signature move Shallot launches herself threw the air with outstanding force performing a barrel roll mid air before slamming both of her feet into her opponent. using the heel of her foot as the focus point for all the force she has been known to shatter rock rip steel and collapse organs if it hits in the right area. She was aiming directly for the mans core if dain made a grab for her legs she would have won immeadetly but should she miss entirely she would quickly chase after the man swinging and kicking with all the might her body would allow. She had mixed in a bunch of feints with strikes twoard his stomach and face she was going for vital spots the minute she felt like she was looseing ground as in him backing away or pushing her back she would plant her katchin katchin boot right between his legs with all her might and then perform a hammer punch to send him twoard the arena floor. She could only hope he underestimated her if she wished to pull any of that off and she still had the boys in the main office watching her threw the TV , If someone really listened you could here them inside chanting her name but shallot would be far to occupied. |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 17, 2019 19:26:39 GMT -5
Of course Dain had realized she kept the booklet tight, but grabbing half of it was enough to make his point. If he was too careless he could actually do some real damage to her and he did not wish for that. Yet. He was growing weary of her attitude rather quickly though. At least he did not understand her motives. She had come here to sign up to be a grunt, yet acted with an air superiority he did not find truly suitable. On the other hand she was quickly making an impression on him. Even if she was pushing the right buttons, he was impressed by her feisty spirit. This was how woman were supposed to be. In his mind he applauded her. It was so much better then those weak Earthlings. His outside appearance did not change though and he barely raised an eyebrow as she talked about bloodlines. Such foolishness. Of course it mattered. It was not a matter of talent, but rather training. Those with royal blood received much better training and were send on missions they were much more likely to survive. Children of royal blood received the best training, gear and masters. Of course those of royal blood were better fighters. “Tsck, you are too naive…” He said as he shook his head, his long brown hair waving softly with it. He had to admit though her skill was real. As she dashed towards him, he could tell her speed was the real deal. The ground cracked slightly as she barreled towards him with the speed and ferocity of a bullet. Perhaps a thousand years ago he might have been impressed. Still he did nothing but grin, just up until the point she crashed into him with both feet. A gush of wind swept through the arena from the raw force she hit him with and Dain was pushed back, his feet sliding several inches back through the loose ground, digging themselves in slightly. Followed by an impressive array of blows and feints to his stomach, before she somehow managed to get her foot in between his legs and hammered him down. As she struck him though, it would feel as if she hit solid iron, Dain barely moving an inch. The grin still placated upon his face. The fact that he actually had a very feint taste of iron in his mouth was more then enough prove that she was strong and skilled. Yet sometimes the best training could not close the gap of raw power and Dain had more then a millenia of raw fighting experience more then the girl. Still he was impressed enough to actually lower his head slightly, a semi bow, several seconds after she had struck him. “That one was free, little one!” He said with a deep growl, before straightening himself out. Pushing her hands up effortlessly as he placed his feet closer together and reached his full height. In a way he was impressed. Her training was the real deal and among the local Saiya-Jin, perhaps even the royal guard, she could probably hold her own. Yet at the same time it worried him that was as a royal guard could do. He was very well aware of the requirements to become one and they were tough. It was most impressive she made it at such a young age. “You pass the test! I will allow you to become a Ravager, though you will not be a grunt. No Saiya-Jin of your skill should be a servant. We are warriors, conquerors, victors. That or we are dead. Don´t forget that lesson. It is the first lesson in space.” He spoke in a formal tone, instilling the first of two lessons onto her. It was common for everyone he granted a higher rank in the Ravagers. Not because of kindness mind you. It simply looked bad if their new captains kept dying and the Ravagers lived by their reputation. Suddenly a bored, slightly tedious look appeared on his face, just before he began talking. “I will grant you a ship, a brand new war cruiser, produced by the Gete Star and give you the title of captain. As a Ravager captain you are free to do anything you want, except from use our name in political matters. Whether you be a hero, a villain, a mercenary or a bountyhunter… the choice is yours and yours alone. The ship can be designed to your specs and will be completed in two weeks. You can bring your own crew or ask for a random crew of grunts to fill the most needed positions. Again the choice is yours. Lastly you are granted the right to use any and all use of the Ravagers facilities, resources and Intel. We will never interfere in your actions, unless you break the rule or betray us. The only penalty is death… that is all.” Dain said, speaking quickly and ignoring anything she could possibly bring up, as he raffled through the standard speech. There were a few other things he wanted to say, but they could wait until later. It did not even matter whether she accepted the job or not. Once the decision was made, she was deemed a Ravager. Regardless if she claimed her ship or started working for them, the records of the Ravagers would show that she was one of them. Was it fair? No of course not. Playing fair had never gotten the Ravager, or Dain for that matter, anywhere. Still it was better then being shanghaied as a grunt. This way she could still keep doing anything she wanted to do, as long as she would not break the rules. Plus it meant the Ravagers would protect her and give her a proper funeral when she would die. The reason he wanted to rush through it was more personal though, so he was relieved when it was done. “However let me say this. You are more then qualified for a Ravager captain, but as a Saiya-Jin… you disappoint me if that is all you got. A powerlevel of a mere two and a half thousand… TSCK I have seen Saibamen with more strength then that!” He said as a look of frustration appeared in his eyes and he spat, turning his face just enough sideways at the last moment to miss her feet by a few inches. “Let me show you what a true Saiya-Jin can do, not one descended from universe six!” He said as he vanished, only to appear in the dead center of the arena. The air around Dain looked almost serene for a moment as he opened his eyes. A moment of calmness as the Saiya-Jin relaxed and exhaled briefly. All the tension vanished from his body as he witnessed his surroundings. In that brief moment he could see everything, from the biggest objects, to the small particles of dust floating around. A moment of true peace, something only the great masters of their era knew. To completely relax, be one with their own senses and body. He could feel his own heartbeat, the pulsating veins in his arms and the warm tingling in his fingers. “Brace yourself… little one…” He said as he inhaled and tensed his muscles. Instantly black KI began to seep from his body, like a thick black mist. A few veins popped up on his chest and his breathing turned into a soft grunt. The air around him began to vibrate, trembling as if the air itself was heating up around him. At first it seeped around him like a true black mist, before it began to form into a swirling aura around him. The black KI lit up like a thousand light bulbs on a gigantic Christmas tree and a gush of wind spread through the area. A few veins popped up on his arms and a soft growl escaped his lips as he summoned his natural power to the absolute maximum. Of course that alone was enough to make most people run screaming. His long brown hair swayed softly in the air and his brown robe fluttered around him. “I hope this is not enough to scare you, as it it about to get worse…” He said with a grin, as he watched the entire arena tremble under his might, smaller rocks floating into the air and several dust tornadoes forming around him. He loved feeling all this power run through his fingers, feeling it pulse through his veins. Of course that was not even a fraction of his power. His race had a truly frightening secret. It was one of legends, said to be granted only to those in legends. The ability to transform into a far more powerful form. With a soft grunt he clenched his fists, grinded his teeth and dug deeper. Inside him a flicker of a flame could be found. He extended his senses beyond his body, reaching deeper inside and embraced the flame. As he grabbed it, he drew it out, feeding it so to speak and in an instant the small flickering flame turned into a golden fire storm. His black hair turned upwards and golden, as his pupils turned color. His muscles swell up like balloons and his power increased dramatically. The light that was released from him, blinding for a moment and as he appeared from it, he stood there in his super Saiya-Jin form. His very skin pulsing and radiating with a golden glow and a bright golden aura fluttering around him. Astonishingly enough to know though was that when he first achieved this form, his max stood at three hundred thousand. A tremendous power, now out shadowed by his natural ability. Though with his natural ability grown this much, his true power stood at a new pedestal. He stood there, his arms crossed, a cocky grin on his face, like a true golden god. Maybe there were a few beings out there that could match him. He wondered though for how much longer, especially knowing a simple fact. Surprisingly, this was not even his full power. “Wait there is more. You see, we are not limited by one transformation. Much like the changeling's, we have more as well. Ever seen an ascended Saiya-Jin?” He asked curiously, before focusing again. Then it was time for the final step. “T-HIS IS T-TO - TO GO BE-Y-YOND!!!” He said as he clenched his hands once more, digging his finger nails deep into his flesh. Small droplets of blood swelled up from the broken skin and signals of pain were send to his brain. Yet before they could reach his brain, completely overruled by his single desire for power. Every bit of his being searched for the power that slept deep within him. Even if he could transform at will, transforming to his maximum was quite a bit different. Blue thunder began to strike around him as his golden energy swell up to incredible new heights. His feet dug even deeper into the ground and as a scream left his mouth, a tidal wave of golden energy washed over him, engulfing anything in it´s path. His already impeccable muscles swell up even more and he actually grew a few inches. His stomach muscles popped out one by one, till your could grind wheat on it. The gray robe tore to shreds under his continues and the remains flew off into the distance. His hair spiked up even more and then everything started to convolute around him. Dust, light, wind, rain, anything near him got sucked into him as if he was the only source of gravity. His body began to pulse with a golden light and then he unleashed it all in a final gigantic scream. A light so bright it outshone the sun for a moment was released from Dain and then he stood there. His body converted into his lightning form. The air around him vibrant with pure golden energy and blue lightning. A serene look rested in his purely white eyes, aside from a few bolts of lightning burning in his eyes. “This is what is known as an ascended Saiya-Jin” He said with a grin as he glanced over his own form. Every time he transformed it seems he got stronger again and his form got more perfect. Now there was only one thing left to do. It was the part he had hated at first, but now that he was used to it, he loved it. The pressure this technique put on his body, the way it tensed up his muscles… it was akin to a feeling comparable to reaching a certain high point with a lady. There was just something about reaching the pinnacle of one own power. Yet he was not done. If he was going to make a point he wanted to show her everything he got. For a final time he clenched his fist and focused. “SUPER KAIO-KKEEENNNN!!!” He bellowed, before his power exploded like a volcano around him. His golden aura turned a deep red and veins popped up all over his forehead, arms, legs and stomach. The air around him deforming as his power reached it´s peak well above ten million. The entire city was trembling under his might and the arena shields flickering as they desperately tried to draw more power, causing a cascading power failed in the city. Even the skies grew dark above them. “This is what a true Saiya-Jin is. Sadly we can´t fight. You would not even be a challenge… but when you are we still could not fight. Not here. We would need a whole planet to play.” He said with a smirk as he crossed his arms and waited for a reaction. Shallot | Word Count: 2,317 | Total Word Count: 2,873 + 2,317 = 5,190 |
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Post by Shallot on Mar 18, 2019 15:35:51 GMT -5
Each strike shallot landed on dain felt as if his body was pushing her blows back with equale force this caused her to instantly caused her to start switching things up , just when impact was made at the very last minute she would push herself further adding a further degree of pressure. This techniqe allowed her to somewhat breakpast an enemy’s defense should they have braced themselves for the incoming blows , and when you combine this with her self made Oozaru style of martial art’s which encorperated delivering crushing and devastating blows while at the same timre shaking off attacks that would normally do you a great deal of harm. In short as her old commander once tolde her ‘ if your dieing eithier shake it off or do it standing’ words of encouragment , but words that had once terrifyed her when she was nothing more than a fresh soldier about to be sent to the front lines. Shallot didn’t start in the royal guard nor was she born a very strong child when she was taken away by the royal guard it didn’t last long , her father was still a noble and had her put in with the low class saiyans hoping she’d be killed off on the front lines. Shallot from the age of eighteen upon arriving in the saiyan army had to prove her steele time and time again to those above her ; though she was respected by the warriors she fought beside the other nobles would always treat her as if she where trash. Even when she was promoted she fought tooth , tail and claw for that captain position so many people in the royal guard had died fighting off invasions or handling rebellion’s on the home front. She didn’t know why this man had called her naive when he knew nothing of how the soldiers lived on a personal level here on Sadala he didn’t know her life as a soldier or what she mentally had to go through to even be standing in front of him. Shallot would feel a lump swelling in her throat her eyes they felt almost watery as if she was about to cry , this was a mix of rage and despair at the same time. Shallot no longer cared about her composure and longer as she was visibly trembling the memories of all she had lost following this path rushing forth. She would cut him off at the saibman part as it was the finale straw on the camels back “Bite your fucking tounge!! You know nothing about me! Or the soldier’s of Sadala!” she was on the verge of somthing but she didn’t know what it was she fealt like she was being berated along with every other soldier that came before her it was clear saiyan pride rested in her but she had common sense enough not give into her rage so easily that military training sticking true to soul. Shallot caught up in her emotion’s didnt have a chance to brace herself for the powerful winds that where produced by dain , she was pushed flat on her butt tumbling backwards for about two seconds before she dug a hand into the arena’s stone floor. Shallot would slowly pull herself into a crouching position free hand guarding her face as she is pelted by dust and debris squinting to get a clear view of the man before her. Once it had calmed shallot would slowly stand the small thin hairs on the back of her neck would rise a tingle would wash over her body , a deep primal instinct a rising within her. somthing within her about seeing this form was turning gears in her head something all saiyans had was bubbling to the surface , she felt the urge no the need to surpass this man and leave him in her proverbial dust. After she witnessed him go through those stages of “ascension” she would lightly float around him , circling him about three times just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Her tail would unwrap itself from around her waist , sheening in the sun just like the black hair atop her head , Shallot of course was one of the few saiyans of this day and age with a tale as most saw it as a liability more than a strength. She never had a choice in the matter though her father put her through gene therapy so she’d be more attractive to any saiyan male he sold her to , it also made HQ very selective about her missions as she was never aloud to go fight on fronts where a moon was present. Sadly one day they just decided to equip her with a blutz wave blocking visor and send her off to fight with her brothers in arms on a fourn planetoid , in a turn of events the visor was destroyed in combat and as fate would have after she looked at the moon she did more than just go on a rampage ; by the time the sun rose she had decimated the opposing forces while her fellow soldiers where just busy trying to get refugee’s and themselves off world. Lets just say the event went down on her permanent record weather it was an accident or not , she may have defeated the enemy but she also devastated a planet and it’s recovery would take decades. “I’ll surpass you soon enough , and as for that rematch i have a rule that works well with the soldiers back at the palace” she’d say with a small smirk , even though she was serious all the time she was capable of friendly banter but she also wanted to be clear about something “loser pays for dinner and no sexist remarks or that kick today will be much worse” she’d say pretty plainly not being that phased by his power up anymore as she had now set in her mind to leave this man behind in the dust. She would look back at where the remains of her crushed scouter later on the ground pinching the bridge of her nose clear stress “i can't believe i was acting out , my old commander would be ashamed” she would float back over squatting down picking up the shards of glass and plastic along with the chips. She would slide the contents into what appeared to be her pocket showing she had intentions of going to have the thing fixed. She would turn back to dain and call back “i need to make a call in the office really quick , gotta let my crew know to be ready by tonight!” she’d call out seeing as her scouter was broken a good distance away from daine. Upon entering the office if not stopped there would be an uproar of cheering from everyone inside , and pumbookin sitting at his desk laughing and crying happy tears. “C’mere you little spit fire” he laughed out grabbing shallot putting her in a headlock giving her noogie getting more laughs , a laugh from her as well. “Ok stop it pumbookin~” she’d wail out in a laugh as she broke free hugging him. “I need to use your phone rather quickly , or your scouter either or will do” she’d say smiling to the kind hearted old man. “Well she’s a bit of an old gal but i reckon she still can at least make calls” he’d say rummaging through his desk before pulling out a purple scouter and handing it to her. Shallot would take the scouter with a smile putting it on adjusting it to the right frequency to hit the imperial air waves , which were restricted to his civilian scouter. “Hello anyone there” she would say monotones and militaristic like just to have a very loud reply the whole room could here shouted back “this is a restricted private communication line!! What are you doing wit-” Shallot would immediately cut him off before stepping back into the arena as to make the call in better conditions “This is captain Shallot of the third division assault force in charge of crushing rebel forces , halting invasion forces and exterminating threats to the saiyan race” she would state flatly there was silence on the other end as she began to think about that voice who was this “this wouldn’t happen to private parsnap?” she’d ask in a rather unnaturally and scary sweet voice that might lul an unsuspecting idiot to his death but surprisingly her ability to do this and make it seem natural with her looks made her a bit terrifying to work with. “Y-yes” the voice stammered shakily still on a speaker mode of sorts , “well im sure i had put you in the hole for insubordination last week , who let you out” she asked in that same sweet voice as he was mumbling incoherent words , truth being shallot knew the other men let him out she was hated by the opposite sex that served under her and reciprocated the feeling. “It doesn’t matter , let all the women know to pack there things and tell command one thing” she would pause the sweet vice fading and the voice of a woman return and with a serious conviction “As per my authority as captain im taking three battalions of female soldiers of my choosing all from the lower class and all the upper class from my squad and any female saiyan wanting to volunteer. And and as a post note i’ll be registered as on duty as all actions i take while off world will be for the saiyan dominion do you understand?” she finished very seriously sounding almost mad at him. His voice cracked a little “ummm all the woman??” shallot pinched her nose and sighed “parsnap if you don't move your ass and have my soldiers ready im going to use you as target practice and send broc and minto to join the battalion as well” she’d say hanging up the scouter and scrambling up the frequency so it would only work on public channels again. She would hug pumbookin and give him a light kiss on the cheek before bowing in a show of respect to him and approaching dain. “So back to buisness” she’d say looking up at him. |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 24, 2019 16:35:21 GMT -5
There it was! That spark he had been looking for, for so long! A thundering laugh began to echo through the entire arena, as Dain let out an laugh for the ages. Yet it was not a denigrating, pitiful or any kind of emotional laugh. It was a pure laugh, coming from the deepest parts of his body. For how long had he been waiting to see that reaction? To see that embodiment of what made their race special. For him it seemed like it had been long, long forgotten, but she proved him right. Despite being completely outclassed she showed a desire he had not seen in a long time. Far too many times had he seen envy, fear, angst, anger, dismissal, the whole spectrum. He had even heard people utter the wish to surpass him. Yet she showed an instinctive desire to surpass him. It was what had made their race unique in the past and thriving. It was not enough to want to grow stronger, to become better. It had to be a desire, born from the core of the soul. While he had long lost that sentiment, he did remember it all too well. Or perhaps it was not true that he lost it… he simply never had the chance to practice it. Yet this woman… to see that look in her eyes… “I believe you…” He said after he finally stopped laughing, his face serious and in his voice not a hint of sarcasm. Dain did not only believe her, he wanted her to succeed. He wanted her to become stronger and challenge him. Perhaps she could be the one to force him to one knee and give him that very desire. It was nothing like him to become friendly with people. So far he only had a handful of acquaintances and one true friend. The raccoon Sly. Yet when she came back he slung his arm around her shoulder as if they had been comrades for years and began to lead her to the exit of the arena. “So how about we find ourselves something to eat? I am properly starving.” He said with his most devious grin, as it had been far too long since he had been in a proper pub on Vegeta. The reasons were two fold. While it was not his true home planet, it was the planet where the current Saiya-Jin race resided, so he wanted to see it again with his own eyes. Last time he had visited was under the previous queen. The other reason was a bit more straight forward. He was interested in getting to know his new captain. “Do you know any good places to go? I prefer somewhere where they serve a proper amount of food, the booze will last and there will be the chance to stretch my legs on the occasion.” He said with a grin and a wink at that last part. It was only then that he realized he was making an ass out of himself. He quickly let go of her shoulder and powered down, his black hair returning and he returned to his normal stature. “Only if you want to join me of course, Shallot.” He said as he opened the door, revealing the streets of Sadia. “Perhaps we can exchange a few war stories. I have the feeling you have quite a few good anecdotes.”Shallot | Word Count: 583 | Total Word Count: 5,190 + 583 = 5,763 |
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Post by Shallot on Apr 4, 2019 22:52:54 GMT -5
Shallot would pat herself down smoothing out her attire realizing just how disheveled she had allowed dain to make her , such actions were not proper for a woman of noble descent luckily nobody of royal status was observing her or else it could have ruined her chances at the throne. She would begin walking with dain as he began talking about food , she would place her hand on her chin as if pondering the many places to eat. “Well if you're looking for quality and quite i guess the cosmo’s club would be good but…..forget that it's full of entitled nobles who think they’re carved from gold and silver” she would say in a rather disgusted tone almost with hints of hate in her voice. It was a common misconception that because shallot herself was a noble and an elite she liked other elites and nobel’s , this in fact was not true as most other elites throw their weight around far to much and other nobles see her charities for the low class citizens as nothing but a waste of time and show of her naivety. The look of disgust would soon fade as her tail began to sway behind her rythmactly and a chipper smile spread on her face , “well you know what i know just the place ever been to Raging Oozaru?” she would ask in a rather happy , it seemed like this place held a special place within the young warriors heart and for good reason as well. The “raging oozaru” was a pub she helped open down in the low class area so far there were seven built in the area, all proceeds went directly back to the community with free housing and agriculture lessons , along with scholarships for the young if they wish to do something else instead of fight on the front lines , ”and you can apologize for those remarks you made when i drink you under the table!” she would say jabbing at his ribs playfully with her elbow as they began to walk down the street towards what most would call the rougher part of town. As they walked they would be coming up on a young saiyan maybe no older than twenty drinking and sitting on the sidewalk , Shallot would sigh shaking her head as she look at dain “would you mind giving me a minute i won't take long , it’s just i know him from an academy i used to volunteer at he was a star student back then” she would say the pity in her voice was all to clear she cared for her people but a sight like this was just saddening even for her. Shallot would walk over the young man as he downed his beer and was beginning on anew can “you know pinach i thought you’d be a great soldier one day” she would say a motherly and soft tone would escape her lips as she didnt want to come off as harsh right away anyhow. The boy would look up from his bear his eyes red and puffy apparently he had been crying earlier “sorry to disappoint CaPtAiN shallot things changed when you left the academy” he would say putting emphasis on her captain position as he started on another swig of beer. Shallots face was monotones as she stayed quite and listened “..when you stopped teaching some damn noble showed up and kicked our entire class out of the advanced course then the academy!! And the… you left back to the front lines nobody heard from you!! We needed you and you weren’t there!...” the boy had thrown his beer to the side and was now standing revealing an upper torso full of scars and what appeared to be a failed at removing permanent marker that read “low class trash” . Shallot would close her eyes and sigh “i'm a soldier before anything else our people are at civil war , my life and service belong to Sadala and therefore you as well. Soon i will fix this all trust me again like you once did i’ll claim the throne for you all……now as for your academy diplomas” shallot would pause before pulling out a her ticket book and writing something in it before handing it to him “right now the nobles and general arugula are the poison of this world but take this to the academy and you’ll get what i trained you for” she would say hugging him as he let a few tears fall onto shallot hair before they seperated and she would go back to join dain on the walk to the pub. After walking for a bit more they would come to what appeared like an average pub on the outside but on the inside it was full of old war veterans , and a few low class soldiers who immediately swarmed dain and shallot “Aww c’mon shallot you turn me down and show up with a new guy?” one of the men would call out getting a roar of laughs from the other men , a few woman would be waving to dain catcalling him “over here big boy!” one of them called out trying to get dains attention which made shallot call back out “close your legs Ruga!! Its smells like fish in hear!” she would exclaim while chuckling the saiyans in the pub parting a path for her and dain. She would grasp dain’s hand on instinct and begin guiding him through the crowd when shalott finally reached a booth she would slide in trying ro bring down right behind her, once they were seated a server would walk over a small petite saiyan female carrying two large trays of food and four cups of drink two for shallot and two four dain. The waitress would wink at the two playfully “because your here with shally the drinks and food are on the house…” she would pause turning on her heal as she walked away “...and lets not have another eating contest please we love your donations but you eat enough food for twenty saiyans” she would call out as she was headed back to the kitchen. Shallot would give a little laugh as she shook her head before she began on her drink straight chugging the first half of her first cup , giving out a nice relieving sigh a warm smile now gracing her face a complete contrast from earlier. Shallot would be gazing into dains eyes her ruby ones meeting is onyx black ones as she took in his appearance , he was definitely a veteran based on those scars he sported a nice rugged look. “So do i start with the battle of Ganesh , Our do or die stand on the icey planes of Necromia when it comes to war stories im sure we both have a few” she would say as she grasped her cup smiling as she looked at the brew within “it’s a shame radia is gone she was a wonderful cousin , and a small part of why i joined the royal guard” she would say apparently the booze had loosened her up but that was about it. "the other half was for these guys and well a personal quam" she would say looking at him hoping he's pick up on the hint. |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Apr 9, 2019 6:31:15 GMT -5
Dain could not believe it, but it seemed the rumors were true. -all contained in the single info dump his AI gave him, so he had not put much stock in it- Despite being a noble herself, she really did not seem to like the nobles. It was enough to make Dain smile, although he carefully hid that under a quick cough before he straightened out his face. The Saiya-Jin did not like nobility in general, royalty even less. In his opinion they were the cause of all trouble on a planet in general. Sadly the only worst choice to care for a planet were the common people. Dain honestly hated nobility. They were rude, arrogant, often twisted and sick of mind… yet they were trained to guide the people. Had he believed the common people of a planet could take care of themselves, it would have made his job so much easier. All he would have to do was kill all the royals and nobility, which was easy, as they stood out like sore thumbs. Yet they were a needed evil. Still he was happy Shallot shared his hatred for them. On an unrelated note. Dain was absolutely unaware of his own bloodline. Before he had become self aware he had already been taken and by the time he made his return a few hundred years later, nobody knew him anymore. Not that it would have mattered as soon(ish?) after the tyrant Freeza came and blew up his planet along with all the bloodlines. So for all purposes he introduced himself to be a low class Saiya-Jin. Not because of lack of ego, he simply liked the fact that a low class had ascended far beyond those stupid royals. As for his reality check? He considered himself to be one of the few, if not only, true Saiya-Jin left. That was not to say there were not a few decent Saiya-Jin left and he was getting the feeling Shallot was one of them. “Meh don´t mind them, they bleed all the same.” He muttered underneath his breath, not willing to boast or admit the fact that he had spilled some of their blood. “Well I am unaware of that locale, so please show the way.” Dain said with a pleasant smile and a small wriggle of his tail as he followed her. As they walked, his robe fluttered behind him and his hair swayed gently in the wind. His wooden sandals clacked softly with each touch of the cobbled stone road. The Saiya-Jins eyes were glued to the surroundings. It was hard to believe how much had changed in the past couple of decades. For him it almost felt like yesterday, but he hardly recognized a thing. What he did recognize though was the shameful display of the Saiya-Jin boy. As he spoke though it became clear why and Dain could even feel a smidgen of empathy for the man. Only a smidgen though, the rest was still disgust of a grown Saiya-Jin male sitting in the curb and crying. It was a waste of booze! Booze should be drunk to celebrate or when in a good mood. For now he ignored the scene though. Or rather he restrained himself from acting. It was neither his place, nor did he want to intervene with Shallot. He did see, hear and committed everything to memory though. The state of the Saiya-Jin race… perhaps he was wrong and the current nobles were worse then he thought… When she came back to him and they continued walking, Dain remained icy silent. Not because there was nothing to talk about, but there was nothing good to talk about. Or actually… “Wait Shallot, did you just say we are at civil war?” He asked curiously, as that is the first time he had heard about that. He had heard about the unrest, but now about a full civil war. That was interesting and he raised his left eyebrow, but just as he was about to ask, they were interrupted. It was probably a good thing when Shallot grabbed his hand and drew him forth. Dain was relatively easy going and he pretty much could ignore any insult. However a challenge was a different story and that `over here big guy´ sounded awefully lot like a challenge… As she pulled him along though and guided them through the crowd, Dain breathed out and forced himself to relax. “Hmmm it seems you are quite popular…” He finally said as he actually managed to smile and for the first time actually gave her a close `inspection´. Of course he had noticed she was a girl and rather beautiful, but he had lived too long to run after everything with a skirt. As he walked besides her, he finally took the time to let his eyes `wander´ a bit and he had to resist the urge to whistle. “Okay let me apologize for my earlier remarks. They were rude and unwarranted.” He said warmly as he gently squeezed her hand, just as she slid into the booth. He followed her lead, taking a seat at the opposite site, so he could keep a look at her. His gaze met hers and for a moment he felt lost in her ruby eyes. After a few moments he realized he had been staring, so he quickly broke eye contact, drank his first drink and ordered a new one. Just so he would not be caught staring at least for a few seconds. Odd as it might be, he actually felt a bit nervous. She was drop dead gorgeous, smart and a great fighter, not to mention the way she moved around and the fact that she was rather feisty… the only down side he could think of was that she seemed to have a tendency to help the weak and defenseless… “Lady, don´t worry about the bill. Just keep the food and drinks coming, tab is on me.” He said loudly as he looked over his shoulder, as his hand reached inside his pocked and pulled two small gems from the inside of his pocket. “Consider this the down payment.” He said with a grin as he pulled his hand out, revealing the two small sapphires between his fingers and then carelessly tossed them towards the waitress who easily caught them. “And you, don´t give me that chivalry crap. I am hungry and parched, so I really don´t like people telling me I can´t eat as much as I like.” He said with a mischievous grin on his face, as he raised the second cup, took a big sip and then relaxed, allowing himself to slide down an inch or two, so he was more comfortable. “… plus I estimate a 86% chance this ends up in a brawl anyway…” He muttered under his breath, as he noticed the group from before entering. They appeared not to have seen the two, but Dain did not believe it to be a coincidence they took the only booth with allowed them to see into their booth. It was irrelevant. Dain had been dealing with such men for a long time. By his estimate it would take at least six or seven drinks and two hours, before they would have the `courage´ to come up and approach the two of them. Then several more bluffs and withdrawals, before the big man finally would get up himself and get this thing on the way. Now normally Dain tended to nip this in the bud by just going over there and clobbering those man before it got to that point. However considering the fact that food had just been ordered and he was enjoying his company, he decided to let it go. At the very least it would be a good after dinner exercises. Luckily the food and drinks soon came, allowing a distraction as the two dug in. While Dain restrained himself a bit and watched his manners, due to the company he kept, he dug in like a starving boar. Soon plates started piling up to the ceiling and the two of them were swapping stories, as the waitresses almost had a full time job just cleaning up the plates and empty mugs. “Okay tell me about that do or die mission.” Dain said with a grin, as he grabbed a bowl of fried shrimp and began shoveling them into his mouth. When she was done, he only nodded. “Okay my turn. You know what they say right? Grunt´s don´t rattle, they bang!” He asked with a grin as he was digging one of his finest anecdotes out. “We actually caused that. We were stationed on the planet Tsesull and we were just waiting on a new offensive. Suddenly the brass, a young green major, found an abandoned base several clicks to the west. So he suggested we´d move there. Sadly he was young and green though, so he failed to realize the danger of letting a company spread out in a base that could hold two entire divisions. Can you tell what he did wrong there?” Dain asked with a grin as he took a big swig of his mug, before continuing. “By the time our orders to move out came, we had build three brothels, seven distilleries, a three star casino and a movie theater. Now you can imagine that some of the men did not like moving out… so they lodged their protests. They just chose file their protests with mortars and grenade launchers. It took an entire division to drag us out of there.” Dain said, a rolling laugh on his lips as he thought back to the good old days. “So the entire proverb is actually: don´t let grunts spread out. Grunt´s don´t rattle in an empty space, they bang.” He finished with a mischievous grin, as he began to attack his food again, as it was her turn to talk. “What personal qualm though?” He suddenly asked out of nowhere, as his booze impaired brain suddenly remembered something what she said earlier. “Anything I can help with perhaps?” He asked overly friendly, his judgment slowly started to get impaired. Shallot | Word Count: 1,727 | Total Word Count: 5,763 + 1,727 = 7,490 |
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Post by Shallot on Apr 11, 2019 22:51:19 GMT -5
Shallot would manage a light laugh about her popularity , “Trust me when i say it’s something new , after i started trying to bring revenue into the “low-class” i gained favor with the people sadly that came with many males seeking to court me despite hating nobels i am one and have duties to attend to..” she would pause looking at the other booth full of male and female saiyans , before looking back at dain “...trust me daine that is about as much respect as i’ll get from a man who thinks just thinks i'm a pretty face” she would say as she took a few more sips of the brew in the cup. The harsh reality of being a female saiyan was you would either be a butcher , a wife , a consort rarely if ever where you expected to be soldier if anything you're more than likely to see them brawling as street punks than a soldier. Shallot had struggled her whole life to get this far all the years of being spat upon and being told she was lesser had only tempered the Steele of her soul , Shallot would call for another drink and a berrie plate. While shallot would wait she’d flash a warm smile and start trying to stifle her laughter at his story “i cant believe that was you guys who started that saying!” she would giggle out obviously being fairly amused by dain’s story although she would stop laughing slowly as dain asked about her personal quam that sent her to join the military service. Her eyes would dart around the bar quickly but her flushed red face from laughing only made it seem like she was trying to hide a blush from dain. Only then did she notice the group of rough looking saiyans positioned across the bar and internally facepalm , ‘men and there alpha male syndrome , if i don't diffuse the situation before it sparks dain might tear this place apart’ she would say to her-self internally. Shallot would hang her head a bit further playing into hiding her blush , she would scoot halfway across the booth to get closer to dain before turning to him “ sit with me and i’ll tell you a story, just dont judge me at the end” she would say her voice calm but the drink in her hand was showing tremors across the surface as she spoke. “A long time ago when a young girl named Shallot was born her father was disgusted with her and himself. The man had been trying for years to conceive a child was given to..this lowly female offspring…. The old fool didn’t know what to do , for years he’d been trying and he finally gotten a child but it wasn’t the child he wished. Her father decided to sell off to some other noble as a consort. Always being told she would never amount to anything because females cant be warriors” Shallot would speak her tail that would normally wave around was now seeking comfort , she instinctively would begin wrapping her tail around dainsher soft reddish brown fur against his rough black fur the smell of strawberries growing stronger by the minute. “Her father knew that if he wanted a good price he had to make his daughter look as exzotic as possible , so upon her fourth birthday as a “present” he put her through gene therapy. he did this to make his daughter seem like even more of a catch , He began putting Shallot through etiquette courses as well. for years her beauty growing along with her manners , along with making her study the basics of saiyan history and gender roles. During this time Shallot became very aware of what her father was doing and it didn’t sit well with her , she would confront her father on this the next morning only to be met with a savage beating one of the many everyday from that point on beating after beating….” she would slightly push her drink to the side. “She would begin sneaking out at night participating in underground street fight between herself and cut-throat saiyan mercenary’s. Naturally she was beat every time but she would become stronger still gaining power from each loss she refused to accept her fate. She became more upfront with her father each fight becoming more difficult and laboring than the last , there was a time he blasted her through the roof to get her off him. It wasn’t long before the man had developed a slight fear of his offspring which led to more beatings and more nights of her having to fend for herself” she would lay her head on dains shoulder as she continued to speak. “The night before her eighteenth birthday she enlisted in the army barely making the cut , just as her father was about to sell her off soldiers came and wisked her away. Years of service to her planet her father pulling every string he could to stop her from rising in the ranks , or make sure she was killed by being sent on missions where only death awaited. After seventeen years of service she became the youngest captain ever , all these things should make her happy but somewhere in the back of her mind she wonders everyday was she a coward for enlisting ,what is this fear of a man she has long surpassed” she would finish as her left hand would try to get ahold of dains. “How you can help is complicated , but your the first person i’ve told that to so thank you” shallot would notice one of the guys starting get up from the other booth so thinking quickly being as close as she is she would plant a deep soft kiss on dain’s lips. In that moment it would seem like all time stopped as shallots tail constricted tighter arounds dains. the man taking his seat once more the group dispersing from their table "hopefully it wasnt to bad it was my first kiss" she would mumble the last part so only dain could here it trying to act cute just this once.
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Post by Dain Sincara on Apr 14, 2019 15:41:04 GMT -5
As soon as she spoke those words, Dain felt like he could sink through the floor. He had not realized the situation on Vegeta had become so dire that it was actually the case. In his time, every Saiya-Jin was equal. Male or female made little difference. What mattered was your ability to fight and of course a bloodline. In his days however, female warriors were quite common and highly sought after. As a matter of fact he really liked the fact that she was a captain in the military, plus the way she had stood up to him. However due to his stupid antics in the beginning to get her angry, anything he would say now would just feel like he was agreeing with her to gain something. So he simply closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. She was pretty though, he had to admit that, but he managed to restrain himself long enough to actually not say it. Then suddenly something strange happened. As she giggled, Dain suddenly felt very warm and a hint of red appeared on his cheeks, as he watched her giggle. It had nothing to do with her beauty. Or perhaps it did, but not on the physical beauty. He had `dated´ too many woman, to get nervous just from having dinner. … Yet here he was… feeling something he had not felt in a long time… “Haha yeah… well that was a fun time.” He said with a silly grin on his face as he scratched the back of his head. The story that followed though was enough to make him cringe. Dain was surprised when her tail sought his, but after a moment of hesitation he instinctively wrapped his around hers. Enjoying the soft feeling of fur and warm skin underneath. A shiver ran down his spine and a slight blush overcame him. It was silly and so did not suit him. He had stood tall in countless adventures, faced death without batting an eye and now… now he felt nervous… His long hair covering his ears was probably a good thing, so nobody could see them turn bright red as she put her head on his shoulder. Gently he began stroking her, his rough fingers running through her black hair, occasionally gently touching her surprisingly smooth neck. As she talked though he also witnessed another emotion he was not expecting. As the smell of sweet strawberry was entering his nose, he also felt a kind of cold anger. He did not understand it, but he actually cared about this young woman and he felt a cold anger against her father. “For what it is worth, I think you did great and you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Dain said uncharacteristically serious, yet gentle as he looked her straight in the eyes and took her hand in his own. He gave her hand a soft, gentle squeezing her warm hand as his thumb softly caressed the palm of her hand. He had almost missed the guy getting up from the table, completely under Shallots spell. Almost is not entirely though and inside Dain cursed. He definitely did not want this moment to be broken and he wondered what he could do about it. He was pretty sure he could kill the man with a simple finger blast through the heart, but that would probably cause a commotion and break the moment. However if he ignored the man he could also cause a scene and…- Before he could think further about it he suddenly felt soft, sweet lips on his. For a moment he froze, but then he automatically leaned in and returned the kiss. Later he would only remember how burning hot they seemed against his and how deliciously they had tasted like strawberry. His tail wrapped itself tighter around Shallots and for a moment it felt as if time stood still. It was with great reluctance when they finally departed. “Ehhh no… that was not what I had expected. I mean I did not think you would be a bad kisser, I just meant that I did not… no it was a great kiss.” Dain said a bit embarrassed as he stumbled over his own words. At the same time every instinct in his brain was screaming and throwing up warning signs. He had only just met Shallow and she was going to work underneath him. If he was going to do this, he should probably enter this full speed, have a fun night and then return to a professional relationship. To his surprise though, he honestly did not like the idea. Regardless of whether he actually had a chance, he did not want to sleep with her. Well he did, but more importantly, he did not want to lose her. She… interested him and at the moment he honestly felt like he´d rather get to know her. “Let me try that again just to be sure.” He said with a playful grin as he leaned forward and kissed her directly on the lips. His tongue briefly touching her lips, tasting the sweet strawberry flavor and something else he could describe. His hand wandered behind behind her back and gently brushed through her hair as he pulled closer. Suddenly Dain heard a kind of growling behind him and instantly he realized it came from the table behind him. It was the primitive growl, alpha males tended to make if someone moved in on their territory. Normally Dain might have responded with a bit of violence, but surprisingly he did not feel like it. At this moment he did not want to fight, there was only one thing he wanted. “How about we go get dessert somewhere else?” He said with a gentle smile as he opened his eyes and looked straight into shallots rubies, nodding subtly to the group behind him to draw her attention to the group behind him. He still had her hand in his and his tail wrapped around hers, when he slowly got up and began to move to the door. Shallot | Word Count: 1,033 | Total Word Count: 7,490 + 1,033 = 8,523 |
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Post by Shallot on Apr 16, 2019 17:44:54 GMT -5
Shallot would return dains kiss with her own tender kiss her soft pink pillowy lips brushing against his with every return kiss , a feeling rising within her that had yet to be identified. Years of being on the end of an enemy’s gun , the hate of her father that had shaped her decisions ; she didn’t know was this affection? Was it love? Did he care about her? She was confused yet caught in the heat of the moment all at the same time. A tingle would run down her spine as dain’s rough strong hands gliding down her back sending a warm shiver up her spine as she continued to lock lips with the saiyan. Shallot would slowly become very relaxed as she became unaware of her surroundings as dain stroked her hair a feeling of security washing over as her tail would begin to move about still wrapped around his in a rhythmic motion. Shallot would pull away slightly her eyes half lidded as those ruby eyes gazed into dains eyes , the look of a temptress adorned her face not intentionally but it just seemed to rest upon her face. “Nice to see you have more skills than just fighting” she would say in a low sultry tone with a small smile , although they would be rudely interrupted by a very throaty low primal growl from the booth behind them , shallot was a very sought after woman due to her status and good deeds for the low class of her world. Only recently making herself known to the public eye did people start seek out her affection noticing her appearance now having a face to put with a name. Shallot would nod in agreement with dains statement about going to get desert somewhere else , she would wasl closely behind him as they left the bar. Shallot would keep her tail intertwined with his as they walked down the road a small smile on her face , “well hopefully you like ice cream” she commented with a light hearted laugh as she lead towards an ice cream stand where a nice old gray haired female saiyan was handing out massive cones of ice cream to children “now settle down there is enough for everyone” she would coo sweetly to the small hoard of little saiyan children. She would smile brightly as she handed each cone out till she came to shallot and dain “oh dear me shallot it’s been ages , your so grown up now and look at this strapping young man” she would say with playful smile jabbing at dains shoulder lightly. “Well i know you want strawberry , but you sir tell me what you want and when are you two going to have your first cub” she would giggle that last part out mischievously. Shallot would let a bright red blush crawl upon her face “wait..what no...we just….i'm gonna be….i swear sometimes you're the worst napple’ shallot would moan out as she took her giant strawberry ice cream cone. Dain Sincara|WC:508|TWC:9,057 |
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