Sept 10, 2023 22:39:36 GMT -5
Post by Arctic on Sept 10, 2023 22:39:36 GMT -5
It wasn't that long ago that Arctic had heard of the legend of the Dragon Balls from a random soldier whom was once loyal to the Planet Trade Organization. Though of course he couldn't quite believe it at first, it was something that held his attention for quite a bit of time. He had made his own efforts of searching through the records and libraries on Planet Frost in order to find any proof of their existence but he couldn't find anything. He had tapped into every one of his resources on Planet Frost in order to find anything that mentioned these items but the simple fact was, they didn't exist in any literature that was present on Frost. Initially, Arctic couldn't help but conclude that they were nothing more than a legend, a myth, a campfire story told amongst the Namekians. He strongly believed that Rango, the soldier whom brought him this theory was nothing more than a liar trying to take a position in power and gain Arctic's trust. This soldier was going to be disposed of appropriately but Arctic couldn't be completely unreasonable before taking his life. You see, Arctic had given this soldier a simple chance to prove his theory. If anybody could, it would be him. After all, this soldier was the soldier that brought it to his attention simply from overhearing it from the Namekians, maybe it was the best possible chance to confirm if they did exist.
It had taken some time, but nearly a week ago Rango had presented himself to Arctic with evidence. This evidence didn't just involve Namekian's discussing the Dragon Balls but it was a video of Namekian's holding a Dragon Ball. This evidence was much more than Arctic ever could've asked for but it had prompted him to immediately prepare the ship for take off. This wasn't going to be something that he just simply waited for, he was going to chase this possibility endlessly in order to get what he wanted. He didn't want time to allow the Namekian's to destroy these items, nor did he want to allow somebody else an opportunity to claim them. They were his for the taking and nobody was going to get in the way of that.
With confirmation of their existence to him now revealed, they were Arctic's primary goal. He was throwing everything else behind in order to chase them. His idea of ruling Frost and running his political campaign to do so had fallen behind and seemed less important. His desire to destroy Vegeta and hunt down the Saiyan's had also been pushed back and the reasoning behind it was rather quite simple. These Dragon Balls could be used as a shortcut to attain all of that at a much more rapid pace. With three wishes, there was going to be no telling what he could acquire in a shorter period of time.
His secondary goals were something that would take determination and focus and lots of time. He'd need to get himself situation as the rightful leader of Frost and attain a power level like no other. The training for that would've taken months alone and Arctic couldn't help but feel like this was a faster method.
The Seed of the Tree of might was in question as well, this was also something that Arctic had picked as one of his goals and there was truly no telling how long this one would've taken. He had managed to confirm it's existence but there was nothing that could point him in the right direction to find it. It was something that he would've just needed to look for all around the universe. This could have been something to take hours or years. He couldn't help but conclude that using one of his three wishes to get it was the much wiser and practical choice. It would've cut back on time and provided him with what he needed.
Not only did he wish to destroy the saiyan homeworld, but he wanted to use the planet to fuel the seed of the Tree of might and have the mighty tree grow there. He was without a doubt still going to deliver the final blow to the Planet through his own strength but watching the planet suffer to the might of the tree would've been something to bring him great pleasure. He wanted the satisfaction of watching the saiyan's make a helpless attempt to stop him, only for him to become even more powerful by the end and erase the planet from existence.
This was all going to come true in time, for now the Changeling had been less than twenty four hours away from landing on Planet Namek and having his search begin. He just knew that even with the Radar that Rango was working on, it would still take time. Even if the Radar significantly reduced it.
Everything was going to go according to plan, this was something that Arctic had strongly believed in. It wouldn't be long now until he had everything he was dreaming of, until he was the one conquering the universe. He wanted the universe to bend to his will, he wanted it in the palm of his hand as a grand emperor of it all. He wanted to be the most powerful being that had ever existed and he was going to get his wish. He wasn't going to allow anything to get in his way. He was going all out on this, everything was riding on his success. His future, his plans, all of it was riding on the events that were to transpire on Planet Namek. Failure simply wasn't an option and no matter what happened, he'd make sure that by the end of it all.. he'd be the one to have all seven Dragon Balls and make that wish. Nobody was going to stop him. He was going to throw his life a this goal, it was going to be all or nothing.
Arctic had found himself sitting on his throne in the ships observatory, it was essentially just a room for him that was completely off limits to a majority of the others on the ship. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted by low level grunts throughout this flight. He had much better things to do than to satisfy their needs and concerns. This trip was all about him and everybody else on this ship was simply expendable and he'd expend every single on of them in order to get what he wanted. He was no longer on Planet Frost, no longer playing the part of a politician who was running his own party, out here in the vacume of space, he was simply what he wanted to be. He was a ruler, a conqueror and a cold, heartless killer determined to get what he needed. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do in order to attain this. He'd throw every single life on board this ship at the goal and there wasn't any room for debate. This was his story, this was his time.
He couldn't help but overthink now that he was this close to it all. Were the Namekian's going to try and do something to stop him once they caught wind of his plan? He couldn't help but assume that they'd try to save their precious Dragon Balls even in their weakened state, but it was something he was going to have to prepare for. Though surely, it was something that the soldiers on board his ship could handle. They may not have been the strongest of warriors but they had the numbers and they should've been on par or slightly above the Namekian's in their current strength in terms of power.
In order to grab the Dragon Balls in the most rapid rate possible, he was going to send every single soldier on this ship out looking for them. He didn't want to be held up by a lack of people searching. He was going to use every bit of the resources and wealth he had gathered to make sure he succeeded. He was well aware that this might take some time, but he wasn't going to allow himself to wait longer than absolutely necessary. His soldiers would have strict and specific orders to find the Dragon Balls and bring them to him, no matter what the cost. If they needed to slaughter an entire village of Namekian's in order to do so, it was completely reasonable. Arctic wasn't going to care about wasting slave lives, he truly only cared about himself in this picture. It was all about him, his story, his future and his success.
Aside from time, the only other concern that Arctic would have was something that was rather unlikely to happen. He was concerned that another strong warrior would show up on Namek, somebody that was on par with the Saiyan's golden haired form. Now, while this form was simply something that he could compete with it was something he would rather avoid. He didn't want this plan riding on a single battle with an incredible opponent, he wanted to be in the complete clear. Of course, Namek had been enslaved for years without a powerful warrior showing up but with his luck, the timing would lead to this. He could only hope, that it wasn't going to be the case.
The second concern was the biggest concern he had in regards to this, but there was still time to prepare for his landing. To leave this ship even more powerful than when he boarded it. He had about twenty four hours of flight left and a lot of time throughout the evening and day to get in one final training session before his feet touched Namek's native blue grass.
It may have been his nerves playing with him but his desire to get much stronger had ramped up again. He wanted to be prepared for any possible threat that he may face on the Namekian planet. Though it wasn't just going to be strength that he was after but a new technique as well. Something that would pack so much of a punch, that nobody could stand in his way. Even if they were much stronger than him. It was going to be time to improve his favorite technique once more, creating the ultimate version of his Death Beam.
It was at this point that Arctic would quit his thinking, completely cut off his train of thought about all the what ifs and what could be's about this adventure to Namek. His mindset had shifted completely to putting in effort to become the biggest threat to any fighter that would try to stand in his way. He was going to use his limited amount of time to train hard, master a new version of his technique and make sure that nobody would be capable of defeating him. It was the best method moving forward and the best way to kill of his remaining flight. It would also bring a level of self comfort and satisfaction knowing that he was essentially ready to take on anything.
He was a changeling after all, their history had proven that they were the ultimate lifeform in the universe. They were unrivaled by all living creatures, they were destined to be Kings, Queens, Emperors and rulers of the known universe while all others were meant to kneel and bow before them. This is simply how it was supposed to be, how it was going to be once again. Arctic wasn't going to stop until he was treated this way, until all those bowed before him and those who resisted were killed brutally as a demonstration to all others who thought about rising up. This was going to be his time, his Era in the universe and he wouldn't allow anybody to stand in his way, not even a mighty super saiyan warrior.
With the thought of training lingering in his brain, Arctic had known it was time to get into his gravity chamber though before he had left Planet Frost, he was lucky enough to have an upgrade installed into it. There was no longer a limit of One Hundred and Twenty Five times gravity but it could now be amped up towards the limit of One Hundred and Seventy Five within this Gravitron 4.0 upgrade.
He wasn't sure how he was going to react to this increased weight but he couldn't help but assume it wouldn't be enough to drop him down to his knees. He only suspected that it would provide him with even more resistance against his body to fight against, to push through in order to maximize any sort of gains he would receive towards his strength. It was something he was rather quite excited to try out.
It didn't take Arctic too long to navigate through his ship and get himself into his gravity chamber. Of course, it had been empty as there hadn't been any other soldiers allowed access to it. This room was also reserved for only himself and those he gave explicit permission to. The only real exception to this rule was higher ranking officers if something urgent was to be reported. Aside from that, he knew he would go undisturbed for the duration of this training. Given they had been currently flying through space, Arctic without a doubt knew that nothing urgent was going to come up. There was going to be no threats and nothing to report on until tomorrow night. He knew he'd start being bothered once they were nearing the planet that he was traveling too but for now, he'd have a moment of peace and a moment to train alone and unbothered.
Entering the Gravity room, Arctic would immediately take his place in the middle of it and prepare for what was to come. He was going to try his absolute hardest against the new range of gravity in order to maximize his gains. Though before he would start the gravity, he would be sure to get his mind ready for it. He wanted nothing but dedication and determination to fuel this. He wanted to visualize his goals and use this training to work towards them with nothing else holding him back. He wanted a crystal clear mindset to prevent him from slowing down or lagging behind. This was his future he was working towards, he needed to get this done, he needed everything to be set perfectly in place for what was to come. He wasn't going to allow any type of failure. He was going to succeed, he was going to win and nothing was going to get in the way of that. Not a strong fighter, not the failure of his minions and certainly not himself. He was going to make sure he was in a position of power, in a position to claim in all, in a position to win. Now, it was time.
"Gravity, Activate now."
Without any further warning, the gravity immediately turned on to it's maximum setting. There wasn't any need for Arctic to go into this at a lower setting than the max. He knew he needed to get stronger. He knew he needed to be prepared for anything to come. He had to make sure that his mind was sharp and his body was durable and tough and the only way he was going to get that was by putting himself through hell to train. He wasn't going to slack off, he had his own personal mission and he had to get it finished. He had to make sure that his future was secure and the only thing that he could rely on was his own strength. Though they were usable tools to him, he was not going to rely on his soldiers to complete this mission. While he'd send them out in hopes that they would succeed and manage to cut down the time it would take to gather the Dragon Balls, he wasn't depending on them. He was going to make sure this got done, through his own power and will.
Now that the gravity was activated Arctic could feel that it was a lot more intense now that it was amplified by fifty times more than he was used too. Though it wasn't enough to make him buckle. He could feel the muscles in his legs work as they fought against the gravity and kept him stable. He took a few moments to adjust but it wasn't before long that the Changeling warrior adapted to the pressure that was being applied on his shoulders. Once he was adapted to it and got quite comfortable, the changeling began moving around the room at a rapid pace for a short amount of time. He began to unleash devastating blows of punches and kicks within the air simply to warm up his body, to truly put himself to the test against the gravity that had been trying so hard to bring him down to his knees. The simple fact though, was that it wasn't going to succeed at this. He was too stubborn and determined to let himself fail here. His whole mission was about to start, the end of the universe as it currently was, the birth of his new empire that would reach all corners of it was finally arriving. He needed to stay strong, not allow himself to fail in any regard. He needed to become the most powerful thing, even before he made his wishes. His movement kept up, not slowing for even a moment. Arctic would train like this for roughly an hour, getting in a thorough workout before shifting his attention to a new technique which would cause devastating amounts of damage to an opponent. Even if they had been much more powerful then him. He wanted something that would be the killing blow.
This killing blow technique wasn't going to be anything extraordinarily unique, in fact it was simply going to be one of his own techniques, one of his favorite ones amplified to a point where it would be much deadlier. Though in order to amp it up to this level of power, it was going to require a sacrifice in stamina and energy. With that thought within Arctic's head he knew that this technique wasn't going to be a technique that was used frequently, he wasn't just going to use it on anybody but instead those who gave him trouble. At his current level, it would require great focus and an output of energy to make his favorite attack even more deadly would, he knew that by the end of it he would be drained but he would have a technique that served it's purpose.
He wanted his Emperors Death beam technique to be able to blast clean through the chest of anybody, even if they were much stronger than him and that's what he was going to need to do. Though in order to do this, he was going to need to put time into this technique. It wasn't going to be like previous attempts and he suspected that he'd only be able to do this once. Previous steps of this technique were simple, he practiced them until he was happy with the outcome but for this one, he'd need to do it right the first time as he knew it would be tapping into his other resources. This wasn't just going to be about Ki being dished out, but it was going to leave his stamina feeling rather empty. He assumed that when he got stronger and more adapted to such an output of energy, he'd be able to regulate it much better but for now, he'd have to deal with it.
This version of the technique was going to be called the Great Emperors Death Beam, the name was obviously inspired by himself as he was going to be the Great Emperor of the universe, at least that was the plan he had in mind. This technique would be exclusive to those whom posed a great threat to him, only the ones who wouldn't be defeated by regular means. He knew that this technique wasn't going to be used often, it was simply going to be a last resort, a trump card to get him out of trouble if he found himself in it but that would be good enough for him for now. He was slowly building up all his techniques to prepare himself for whatever opponent would be in his future and this one was a mandatory one. While all his other techniques had a purpose for every day basic fights, this one would be special.
As special as it was though, Arctic knew that he was going to have to prepare his ships interior walls for this kind of force. Installed into his gravity chamber was a Ki absorbing shield to protect it from any type of powerful blow. It was essentially there to prevent users of the gravity chamber from accidentally blowing up their own ship. Though this shield was capable of taking basic blasts at full power, Arctic had his doubts that it would be able to withstand this type of blast.
"Eliminate all unnecessary energy sources and redirect all energy towards the interior shields." Arctic would command the ships AI to take action. It was at that moment that all lights on the ship dimmed, the exterior shields reduced their effectiveness and plenty of leisure computers turned off. Everything that wasn't required for basic survival needs to both the ship and crew deactivated and all the power got pumped into the shields in the gravity room. Of course though, that wasn't Arctic's only fail safe. He also had a dedicated piece of equipment in the ship that was designed for this too, though he wasn't sure if that was going to hold up either.
Now that he had both of these safeguards in place, he felt as if he didn't have to worry as much.
It was now time to get to it. Though before he actually acted on the plan, Arctic would take a moment to close his eyes and picture how he wanted this to go. It was going to be simple in the terms of posture. It was going to be fired exactly like his regular death beam but he was going to have to take some extra time to prepare it, to draw out additional power from his body in order to make it work. Once he knew it was at the power he required it to be, he'd launch it forward towards the Ki absorbing node and hope it was going to be enough.
He took a few moments to think on it and how this technique was going to go. He needed to know exactly how strong it was going to be when it was ready to launch to maximize on why it was being created. If he were to fire it too early, it would essentially be pointless. He also needed to make sure that he didn't draw too much power out of himself in order to do it, otherwise in a real world situation he'd leave himself defenseless and open to attack. That wasn't an outcome that he was going to tolerate either. There was a very fine line between a perfected technique and a failure of his own abilities and he needed to dial in exactly. He didn't know who was going to be on the receiving end of this technique but he did know that whomever it was, was going to die a very rapid death. Whomever was going to face this ability would likely feel nothing. Such a huge power blasting through their body would be enough to end their life instantly, and Arctic couldn't wait to use it on somebody. Though to use it, he needed to prepare it.
Regaining his focus on the task at hand, Arctic opened his eyes and lifted his right hand with his pointer finger aimed towards the target. He exhaled slowly as he focused very closely on the outcome that he desired. There wasn't any room to fail here and he had to make sure that his execution of this technique was flawless and that his aim was true. With that in mind, he made sure that his finger was aiming perfectly at the center of the energy absorbing node that was within his target. If that device would fail, the interior shields had better hold through.
Though even if the ship did fail and did manage to explode, Arctic had one advantage that nobody else on his ship had. He was more than strong enough to survive the ships explosion even if he did leave himself rather drained and he had the ability to breathe in space. No matter what the outcome of this was or if the ship did fail, he'd be able to survive it. At this point, the only thing he was truly risking that had value to him was his ship for the crew could easily be replace. They were mostly weaklings, pathetic excuses for soldiers but their numbers had meant something, that was the only way the could manage to get anything done. Overwhelming numbers was the strategy they relied on, not strength, not individual power, numbers.
With his own survival insured, his mind was rather clear and focused. Of course, blowing up here was going to be a bit of a setback if the fail safes had failed but he felt it was well worth the risk. He was close enough to Namek that his ships automatic distress signal would be rapidly received by the Planet Trade Soldiers on the planet and they'd rapidly send out a search party for him. While he was in a different faction than the PTO and had his own political party, he was still a resident of Frost who was claiming to do everything to benefit the people of the Planet. He had supporters and followers that believed in him everywhere, including those who were in the PTO. He knew he was going to be fine, and he just trusted in his ships technology that it wouldn't come to that. Though now that everything was clear and his mind was settled and his focused was sharp, it was time to unleash this massive technique.
With his finger extended Arctic would begin to charge up more energy into his death beam than ever before. He could've fired it at what he called full power immediately but he needed more, much more in order to make the technique as damaging as he wanted it. It wasn't going to be enough the way it was. He charged it more, amplifying its power to the point that he felt his stamina getting drained. Though he didn't over do it he awaited it to be the perfect level of power.
Though now that it was the perfect amount of power, Arctic could feel that he was much more tired than before. This single attack drained his stamina far more than the entire duration of this gravity training session. Before drawing it out any longer Arctic would fire the massively powerful Death Beam at the target and watch it collide as the room got bright suddenly, as the energy absorption node went into over-drive as it attempted to embrace the entirety of this technique.
It was all but a few seconds later than Arctic had dropped to his knees, he place his hands on the floor to support him as he took a few deep breathes. It had turned out that the node was more than enough to prevent the entire ship from being destroyed and the technique was more than enough to take Arctic off his feet for now. He knew that in time, he'd adapt to it but for now it was exactly what he wanted it to be. This technique was a one-off designed for maximum damage in an emergency situation. It was meant to clash against very powerful attacks or put very powerful individuals in the ground at the cost of a high amount of effort. This wasn't exactly Arctic's style but given the circumstances, it was going to be enough.
He didn't know if he'd ever actually meet anybody worthy of this technique but at least he had it ready for if he did. Whether or not it be the Queen of the saiyans or the one who attacked frost, he now had a new technique up his sleeve in case of an emergency and that had brought him more reassurance to his situation. Now that this was complete, he was one step closer to his ultimate goal and as the hours went by he was even closer to reaching the surface of Planet Namek and getting this well under way. He had hoped that he'd find the Dragon Balls in a record breaking time in order to get to Vegeta next, but he would take all the time that was necessary in order to get this done.
This was truly going to be the beginning of the future he wished to shape. There wasn't going to be anybody in the universe that could rival his power when he was done. He was going to be the strongest, most powerful warrior in the universe and he was going to put in on full display with Vegeta being the first to face his fullest potential. The saiyan race was going to be brought to the brink of extinction by his hand and he'd spend his time hunting down the rest of them. It would be a game for him, kill time during his rule and he'd know that there would always be a fun surprise of a new saiyan showing up just when he thought he got them all. This was his future and it was about to begin.
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Gravity x175 (185% with Racial)
First Form 15%
Rookie Bonus 65%
[UT] Grand Emperors Death Beam: Learned.
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It had taken some time, but nearly a week ago Rango had presented himself to Arctic with evidence. This evidence didn't just involve Namekian's discussing the Dragon Balls but it was a video of Namekian's holding a Dragon Ball. This evidence was much more than Arctic ever could've asked for but it had prompted him to immediately prepare the ship for take off. This wasn't going to be something that he just simply waited for, he was going to chase this possibility endlessly in order to get what he wanted. He didn't want time to allow the Namekian's to destroy these items, nor did he want to allow somebody else an opportunity to claim them. They were his for the taking and nobody was going to get in the way of that.
With confirmation of their existence to him now revealed, they were Arctic's primary goal. He was throwing everything else behind in order to chase them. His idea of ruling Frost and running his political campaign to do so had fallen behind and seemed less important. His desire to destroy Vegeta and hunt down the Saiyan's had also been pushed back and the reasoning behind it was rather quite simple. These Dragon Balls could be used as a shortcut to attain all of that at a much more rapid pace. With three wishes, there was going to be no telling what he could acquire in a shorter period of time.
His secondary goals were something that would take determination and focus and lots of time. He'd need to get himself situation as the rightful leader of Frost and attain a power level like no other. The training for that would've taken months alone and Arctic couldn't help but feel like this was a faster method.
The Seed of the Tree of might was in question as well, this was also something that Arctic had picked as one of his goals and there was truly no telling how long this one would've taken. He had managed to confirm it's existence but there was nothing that could point him in the right direction to find it. It was something that he would've just needed to look for all around the universe. This could have been something to take hours or years. He couldn't help but conclude that using one of his three wishes to get it was the much wiser and practical choice. It would've cut back on time and provided him with what he needed.
Not only did he wish to destroy the saiyan homeworld, but he wanted to use the planet to fuel the seed of the Tree of might and have the mighty tree grow there. He was without a doubt still going to deliver the final blow to the Planet through his own strength but watching the planet suffer to the might of the tree would've been something to bring him great pleasure. He wanted the satisfaction of watching the saiyan's make a helpless attempt to stop him, only for him to become even more powerful by the end and erase the planet from existence.
This was all going to come true in time, for now the Changeling had been less than twenty four hours away from landing on Planet Namek and having his search begin. He just knew that even with the Radar that Rango was working on, it would still take time. Even if the Radar significantly reduced it.
Everything was going to go according to plan, this was something that Arctic had strongly believed in. It wouldn't be long now until he had everything he was dreaming of, until he was the one conquering the universe. He wanted the universe to bend to his will, he wanted it in the palm of his hand as a grand emperor of it all. He wanted to be the most powerful being that had ever existed and he was going to get his wish. He wasn't going to allow anything to get in his way. He was going all out on this, everything was riding on his success. His future, his plans, all of it was riding on the events that were to transpire on Planet Namek. Failure simply wasn't an option and no matter what happened, he'd make sure that by the end of it all.. he'd be the one to have all seven Dragon Balls and make that wish. Nobody was going to stop him. He was going to throw his life a this goal, it was going to be all or nothing.
Arctic had found himself sitting on his throne in the ships observatory, it was essentially just a room for him that was completely off limits to a majority of the others on the ship. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted by low level grunts throughout this flight. He had much better things to do than to satisfy their needs and concerns. This trip was all about him and everybody else on this ship was simply expendable and he'd expend every single on of them in order to get what he wanted. He was no longer on Planet Frost, no longer playing the part of a politician who was running his own party, out here in the vacume of space, he was simply what he wanted to be. He was a ruler, a conqueror and a cold, heartless killer determined to get what he needed. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do in order to attain this. He'd throw every single life on board this ship at the goal and there wasn't any room for debate. This was his story, this was his time.
He couldn't help but overthink now that he was this close to it all. Were the Namekian's going to try and do something to stop him once they caught wind of his plan? He couldn't help but assume that they'd try to save their precious Dragon Balls even in their weakened state, but it was something he was going to have to prepare for. Though surely, it was something that the soldiers on board his ship could handle. They may not have been the strongest of warriors but they had the numbers and they should've been on par or slightly above the Namekian's in their current strength in terms of power.
In order to grab the Dragon Balls in the most rapid rate possible, he was going to send every single soldier on this ship out looking for them. He didn't want to be held up by a lack of people searching. He was going to use every bit of the resources and wealth he had gathered to make sure he succeeded. He was well aware that this might take some time, but he wasn't going to allow himself to wait longer than absolutely necessary. His soldiers would have strict and specific orders to find the Dragon Balls and bring them to him, no matter what the cost. If they needed to slaughter an entire village of Namekian's in order to do so, it was completely reasonable. Arctic wasn't going to care about wasting slave lives, he truly only cared about himself in this picture. It was all about him, his story, his future and his success.
Aside from time, the only other concern that Arctic would have was something that was rather unlikely to happen. He was concerned that another strong warrior would show up on Namek, somebody that was on par with the Saiyan's golden haired form. Now, while this form was simply something that he could compete with it was something he would rather avoid. He didn't want this plan riding on a single battle with an incredible opponent, he wanted to be in the complete clear. Of course, Namek had been enslaved for years without a powerful warrior showing up but with his luck, the timing would lead to this. He could only hope, that it wasn't going to be the case.
The second concern was the biggest concern he had in regards to this, but there was still time to prepare for his landing. To leave this ship even more powerful than when he boarded it. He had about twenty four hours of flight left and a lot of time throughout the evening and day to get in one final training session before his feet touched Namek's native blue grass.
It may have been his nerves playing with him but his desire to get much stronger had ramped up again. He wanted to be prepared for any possible threat that he may face on the Namekian planet. Though it wasn't just going to be strength that he was after but a new technique as well. Something that would pack so much of a punch, that nobody could stand in his way. Even if they were much stronger than him. It was going to be time to improve his favorite technique once more, creating the ultimate version of his Death Beam.
It was at this point that Arctic would quit his thinking, completely cut off his train of thought about all the what ifs and what could be's about this adventure to Namek. His mindset had shifted completely to putting in effort to become the biggest threat to any fighter that would try to stand in his way. He was going to use his limited amount of time to train hard, master a new version of his technique and make sure that nobody would be capable of defeating him. It was the best method moving forward and the best way to kill of his remaining flight. It would also bring a level of self comfort and satisfaction knowing that he was essentially ready to take on anything.
He was a changeling after all, their history had proven that they were the ultimate lifeform in the universe. They were unrivaled by all living creatures, they were destined to be Kings, Queens, Emperors and rulers of the known universe while all others were meant to kneel and bow before them. This is simply how it was supposed to be, how it was going to be once again. Arctic wasn't going to stop until he was treated this way, until all those bowed before him and those who resisted were killed brutally as a demonstration to all others who thought about rising up. This was going to be his time, his Era in the universe and he wouldn't allow anybody to stand in his way, not even a mighty super saiyan warrior.
With the thought of training lingering in his brain, Arctic had known it was time to get into his gravity chamber though before he had left Planet Frost, he was lucky enough to have an upgrade installed into it. There was no longer a limit of One Hundred and Twenty Five times gravity but it could now be amped up towards the limit of One Hundred and Seventy Five within this Gravitron 4.0 upgrade.
He wasn't sure how he was going to react to this increased weight but he couldn't help but assume it wouldn't be enough to drop him down to his knees. He only suspected that it would provide him with even more resistance against his body to fight against, to push through in order to maximize any sort of gains he would receive towards his strength. It was something he was rather quite excited to try out.
It didn't take Arctic too long to navigate through his ship and get himself into his gravity chamber. Of course, it had been empty as there hadn't been any other soldiers allowed access to it. This room was also reserved for only himself and those he gave explicit permission to. The only real exception to this rule was higher ranking officers if something urgent was to be reported. Aside from that, he knew he would go undisturbed for the duration of this training. Given they had been currently flying through space, Arctic without a doubt knew that nothing urgent was going to come up. There was going to be no threats and nothing to report on until tomorrow night. He knew he'd start being bothered once they were nearing the planet that he was traveling too but for now, he'd have a moment of peace and a moment to train alone and unbothered.
Entering the Gravity room, Arctic would immediately take his place in the middle of it and prepare for what was to come. He was going to try his absolute hardest against the new range of gravity in order to maximize his gains. Though before he would start the gravity, he would be sure to get his mind ready for it. He wanted nothing but dedication and determination to fuel this. He wanted to visualize his goals and use this training to work towards them with nothing else holding him back. He wanted a crystal clear mindset to prevent him from slowing down or lagging behind. This was his future he was working towards, he needed to get this done, he needed everything to be set perfectly in place for what was to come. He wasn't going to allow any type of failure. He was going to succeed, he was going to win and nothing was going to get in the way of that. Not a strong fighter, not the failure of his minions and certainly not himself. He was going to make sure he was in a position of power, in a position to claim in all, in a position to win. Now, it was time.
"Gravity, Activate now."
Without any further warning, the gravity immediately turned on to it's maximum setting. There wasn't any need for Arctic to go into this at a lower setting than the max. He knew he needed to get stronger. He knew he needed to be prepared for anything to come. He had to make sure that his mind was sharp and his body was durable and tough and the only way he was going to get that was by putting himself through hell to train. He wasn't going to slack off, he had his own personal mission and he had to get it finished. He had to make sure that his future was secure and the only thing that he could rely on was his own strength. Though they were usable tools to him, he was not going to rely on his soldiers to complete this mission. While he'd send them out in hopes that they would succeed and manage to cut down the time it would take to gather the Dragon Balls, he wasn't depending on them. He was going to make sure this got done, through his own power and will.
Now that the gravity was activated Arctic could feel that it was a lot more intense now that it was amplified by fifty times more than he was used too. Though it wasn't enough to make him buckle. He could feel the muscles in his legs work as they fought against the gravity and kept him stable. He took a few moments to adjust but it wasn't before long that the Changeling warrior adapted to the pressure that was being applied on his shoulders. Once he was adapted to it and got quite comfortable, the changeling began moving around the room at a rapid pace for a short amount of time. He began to unleash devastating blows of punches and kicks within the air simply to warm up his body, to truly put himself to the test against the gravity that had been trying so hard to bring him down to his knees. The simple fact though, was that it wasn't going to succeed at this. He was too stubborn and determined to let himself fail here. His whole mission was about to start, the end of the universe as it currently was, the birth of his new empire that would reach all corners of it was finally arriving. He needed to stay strong, not allow himself to fail in any regard. He needed to become the most powerful thing, even before he made his wishes. His movement kept up, not slowing for even a moment. Arctic would train like this for roughly an hour, getting in a thorough workout before shifting his attention to a new technique which would cause devastating amounts of damage to an opponent. Even if they had been much more powerful then him. He wanted something that would be the killing blow.
This killing blow technique wasn't going to be anything extraordinarily unique, in fact it was simply going to be one of his own techniques, one of his favorite ones amplified to a point where it would be much deadlier. Though in order to amp it up to this level of power, it was going to require a sacrifice in stamina and energy. With that thought within Arctic's head he knew that this technique wasn't going to be a technique that was used frequently, he wasn't just going to use it on anybody but instead those who gave him trouble. At his current level, it would require great focus and an output of energy to make his favorite attack even more deadly would, he knew that by the end of it he would be drained but he would have a technique that served it's purpose.
He wanted his Emperors Death beam technique to be able to blast clean through the chest of anybody, even if they were much stronger than him and that's what he was going to need to do. Though in order to do this, he was going to need to put time into this technique. It wasn't going to be like previous attempts and he suspected that he'd only be able to do this once. Previous steps of this technique were simple, he practiced them until he was happy with the outcome but for this one, he'd need to do it right the first time as he knew it would be tapping into his other resources. This wasn't just going to be about Ki being dished out, but it was going to leave his stamina feeling rather empty. He assumed that when he got stronger and more adapted to such an output of energy, he'd be able to regulate it much better but for now, he'd have to deal with it.
This version of the technique was going to be called the Great Emperors Death Beam, the name was obviously inspired by himself as he was going to be the Great Emperor of the universe, at least that was the plan he had in mind. This technique would be exclusive to those whom posed a great threat to him, only the ones who wouldn't be defeated by regular means. He knew that this technique wasn't going to be used often, it was simply going to be a last resort, a trump card to get him out of trouble if he found himself in it but that would be good enough for him for now. He was slowly building up all his techniques to prepare himself for whatever opponent would be in his future and this one was a mandatory one. While all his other techniques had a purpose for every day basic fights, this one would be special.
As special as it was though, Arctic knew that he was going to have to prepare his ships interior walls for this kind of force. Installed into his gravity chamber was a Ki absorbing shield to protect it from any type of powerful blow. It was essentially there to prevent users of the gravity chamber from accidentally blowing up their own ship. Though this shield was capable of taking basic blasts at full power, Arctic had his doubts that it would be able to withstand this type of blast.
"Eliminate all unnecessary energy sources and redirect all energy towards the interior shields." Arctic would command the ships AI to take action. It was at that moment that all lights on the ship dimmed, the exterior shields reduced their effectiveness and plenty of leisure computers turned off. Everything that wasn't required for basic survival needs to both the ship and crew deactivated and all the power got pumped into the shields in the gravity room. Of course though, that wasn't Arctic's only fail safe. He also had a dedicated piece of equipment in the ship that was designed for this too, though he wasn't sure if that was going to hold up either.
Now that he had both of these safeguards in place, he felt as if he didn't have to worry as much.
It was now time to get to it. Though before he actually acted on the plan, Arctic would take a moment to close his eyes and picture how he wanted this to go. It was going to be simple in the terms of posture. It was going to be fired exactly like his regular death beam but he was going to have to take some extra time to prepare it, to draw out additional power from his body in order to make it work. Once he knew it was at the power he required it to be, he'd launch it forward towards the Ki absorbing node and hope it was going to be enough.
He took a few moments to think on it and how this technique was going to go. He needed to know exactly how strong it was going to be when it was ready to launch to maximize on why it was being created. If he were to fire it too early, it would essentially be pointless. He also needed to make sure that he didn't draw too much power out of himself in order to do it, otherwise in a real world situation he'd leave himself defenseless and open to attack. That wasn't an outcome that he was going to tolerate either. There was a very fine line between a perfected technique and a failure of his own abilities and he needed to dial in exactly. He didn't know who was going to be on the receiving end of this technique but he did know that whomever it was, was going to die a very rapid death. Whomever was going to face this ability would likely feel nothing. Such a huge power blasting through their body would be enough to end their life instantly, and Arctic couldn't wait to use it on somebody. Though to use it, he needed to prepare it.
Regaining his focus on the task at hand, Arctic opened his eyes and lifted his right hand with his pointer finger aimed towards the target. He exhaled slowly as he focused very closely on the outcome that he desired. There wasn't any room to fail here and he had to make sure that his execution of this technique was flawless and that his aim was true. With that in mind, he made sure that his finger was aiming perfectly at the center of the energy absorbing node that was within his target. If that device would fail, the interior shields had better hold through.
Though even if the ship did fail and did manage to explode, Arctic had one advantage that nobody else on his ship had. He was more than strong enough to survive the ships explosion even if he did leave himself rather drained and he had the ability to breathe in space. No matter what the outcome of this was or if the ship did fail, he'd be able to survive it. At this point, the only thing he was truly risking that had value to him was his ship for the crew could easily be replace. They were mostly weaklings, pathetic excuses for soldiers but their numbers had meant something, that was the only way the could manage to get anything done. Overwhelming numbers was the strategy they relied on, not strength, not individual power, numbers.
With his own survival insured, his mind was rather clear and focused. Of course, blowing up here was going to be a bit of a setback if the fail safes had failed but he felt it was well worth the risk. He was close enough to Namek that his ships automatic distress signal would be rapidly received by the Planet Trade Soldiers on the planet and they'd rapidly send out a search party for him. While he was in a different faction than the PTO and had his own political party, he was still a resident of Frost who was claiming to do everything to benefit the people of the Planet. He had supporters and followers that believed in him everywhere, including those who were in the PTO. He knew he was going to be fine, and he just trusted in his ships technology that it wouldn't come to that. Though now that everything was clear and his mind was settled and his focused was sharp, it was time to unleash this massive technique.
With his finger extended Arctic would begin to charge up more energy into his death beam than ever before. He could've fired it at what he called full power immediately but he needed more, much more in order to make the technique as damaging as he wanted it. It wasn't going to be enough the way it was. He charged it more, amplifying its power to the point that he felt his stamina getting drained. Though he didn't over do it he awaited it to be the perfect level of power.
Though now that it was the perfect amount of power, Arctic could feel that he was much more tired than before. This single attack drained his stamina far more than the entire duration of this gravity training session. Before drawing it out any longer Arctic would fire the massively powerful Death Beam at the target and watch it collide as the room got bright suddenly, as the energy absorption node went into over-drive as it attempted to embrace the entirety of this technique.
It was all but a few seconds later than Arctic had dropped to his knees, he place his hands on the floor to support him as he took a few deep breathes. It had turned out that the node was more than enough to prevent the entire ship from being destroyed and the technique was more than enough to take Arctic off his feet for now. He knew that in time, he'd adapt to it but for now it was exactly what he wanted it to be. This technique was a one-off designed for maximum damage in an emergency situation. It was meant to clash against very powerful attacks or put very powerful individuals in the ground at the cost of a high amount of effort. This wasn't exactly Arctic's style but given the circumstances, it was going to be enough.
He didn't know if he'd ever actually meet anybody worthy of this technique but at least he had it ready for if he did. Whether or not it be the Queen of the saiyans or the one who attacked frost, he now had a new technique up his sleeve in case of an emergency and that had brought him more reassurance to his situation. Now that this was complete, he was one step closer to his ultimate goal and as the hours went by he was even closer to reaching the surface of Planet Namek and getting this well under way. He had hoped that he'd find the Dragon Balls in a record breaking time in order to get to Vegeta next, but he would take all the time that was necessary in order to get this done.
This was truly going to be the beginning of the future he wished to shape. There wasn't going to be anybody in the universe that could rival his power when he was done. He was going to be the strongest, most powerful warrior in the universe and he was going to put in on full display with Vegeta being the first to face his fullest potential. The saiyan race was going to be brought to the brink of extinction by his hand and he'd spend his time hunting down the rest of them. It would be a game for him, kill time during his rule and he'd know that there would always be a fun surprise of a new saiyan showing up just when he thought he got them all. This was his future and it was about to begin.
Word Count: 5,017
Gravity x175 (185% with Racial)
First Form 15%
Rookie Bonus 65%
[UT] Grand Emperors Death Beam: Learned.
-5 TP
