POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Dec 31, 2023 20:26:47 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Dec 31, 2023 20:26:47 GMT -5
Location: Beyond Jingle Village - Northern Continent; Planet Earth
Powerlevel: 358,803
In the desolate expanse of the Northern icy wastelands, Callion stood alone, an enigmatic figure against the backdrop of snow-covered terrain. The freezing winds whipped around him, carrying with them the biting chill of isolation and solitude. His form, unmoving and composed, exuded a sense of quiet strength and unwavering resolve.
Days had passed since Callion extended the invitation to Salada, the Saiyan warrior he encountered during their intense battle. Yet, here he stood, patient and unyielding, at the designated location—awaiting her response. The eerie silence of the icy wilderness enveloped him, the howling winds providing the only symphony to break the stillness. The monk, shrouded in his usual calm demeanor, observed the bleak landscape with a keen eye, the desolation reflecting his introspective state. The cold, almost numbing, was a mere sensation to him—a triviality in comparison to the depth of his thoughts.
Callion's gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, a testament to his unwavering patience. His mind, a sanctuary of discipline and tranquility, drifted into contemplation. In this desolate realm, where the elements waged their relentless assault, he found solace—a canvas upon which introspection and meditation found their footing. The monk, ever attuned to the world around him, felt the ebb and flow of energies, the subtle nuances of the environment, yet Salada's presence eluded him. The icy winds whispered secrets known only to this barren landscape, offering no hint of her approach.
He sat upon a snow-covered boulder, his stillness a reflection of his composed spirit. The tranquility of the Northern wastes was a silent companion, a realm where time seemed to stand still—a canvas for reflection and anticipation. The minutes turned to hours, each moment a testament to Callion's unwavering patience. His eyes, however, remained vigilant, scanning the vast expanse for any sign of the approaching warrior. The anticipation lingered in the air, carried by the biting winds that swept through the icy emptiness.
As the hours stretched into the unknown, Callion maintained his serene composure, undisturbed by the harshness of the Northern wilderness. The desolation was not a challenge; it was an opportunity for introspection and preparation—an interlude before the journey ahead. The monk's thoughts danced between reflections on their previous encounter and anticipation for what lay ahead. His mind was a sanctuary, a haven of discipline and readiness, poised for the moment when Salada would emerge from the snowy veil.
Yet, as the winds carried on, no sign of her appeared. The vastness of the Northern wastelands remained unyielding, the frozen terrain an unspoken testament to the unforgiving nature of their world. Amidst the stark desolation, Callion remained an unwavering sentinel, patiently awaiting the warrior's arrival—a testament to his resolve and commitment to their shared destiny, whatever it might hold.
Within the silent expanse of the Northern wastelands, where the winds whispered tales of solitude, Callion allowed his thoughts to drift toward the looming threat known as Artic. Though the Changeling had not yet crossed paths with the monk, his existence resonated with a formidable power that reverberated across galaxies.
Artic's infamy preceded him—an ominous presence whose malevolent aura transcended the cosmic fabric. The mere mention of his name stirred ripples of apprehension, for tales of his destructive prowess echoed across the stars. The Changeling's malevolence had left a trail of desolation, marking the annihilation of entire worlds, including Namek and the once-proud planet Vegeta. The knowledge of Artic's impending arrival on Earth weighed heavily on Callion's mind. He understood the gravity of this threat, the magnitude of power that would soon descend upon their realm. It was a perilous revelation, a specter of impending chaos that demanded vigilance and preparedness.
Though never having confronted Artic personally, Callion felt the weight of his unfathomable power. The Changeling's insidious intent to annihilate and conquer was an affront to the sanctity of life and the delicate balance of the cosmos. As the winds carried on their haunting whispers, the monk contemplated the looming confrontation. The impending clash with Artic was a prelude to an uncharted battle—a collision of forces beyond mortal comprehension. The prospect of facing such an abominable force resonated within him, urging him to brace himself for the inevitable confrontation.
In the desolate expanse of the Northern wastelands, amidst the chilling silence, Callion steeled his resolve. He embraced the solitude as a sanctuary for preparation, knowing that the arrival of the malevolent Changeling would herald an epoch of chaos—a trial of unwavering courage and unyielding determination.
Word Count: 752
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Jan 1, 2024 13:54:46 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Jan 1, 2024 13:54:46 GMT -5
Super Heavy Weights activated: BOOP! (PL: 13,440)
(Learning ST: Energy Sensing)
...The arctic... WHY did it have to be the arctic? Out of all the places on this planet to visit, Salada would have never thought she would have to go to the extreme north or south of it! Why would she? There were no humans there to... "represent" her people for. When Callion give her the coordinates of his place, directions any soldier worth spit could decipher, Salada was... bemused to say the least. Say what you want about deserts, what with their sand, their crumbling rock-structures, their powerful winds kicking up grainy, annoying storms, but the oppression of the Sun was nothing compared to the bite of the cold. Saiyan armor could help with that kind of thing, keep a warrior's body-heat mostly insulated (probably fully if they issued helmets of the same stuff), but thanks to Jarehd the jar-head, Salada had been forced to experience human fashion... to a degree. Clad in only a tight blue tank-top made of some strong rubber-like material, blue pants held tightly around her waist with a belt and her Saiyan gloves and boots (she luckily had a fresh, second set), Salada had made her way towards Callion's little hideout.
With her mood growing as dark as it was, Salada couldn't help but speculate that the natives of this planet, the Humans, had set up some kind of settlements up here. Readings were so sparce upon entry into the atmosphere that Salada had doubted they had set up any meaningful settlements there... However, now that she had gotten to know their people somewhat and observing their world for herself, Salada had concluded that, like the immortal cockroach, Humanity had practically colonized every inch of their planet. It darkened her mood further when this realization forced her to conclude that any colonization efforts by the Empire would likely be met with unbearable levels of resistance... and NOT the kind Saiyans woke up PRAYING for. It was likely that Humanity, having replicated scouter technology on Earth, had created a defense against them in the event her people got off their butts and decided to go a-conquering. Jammers, perhaps even scramblers to keep the average soldier guessing, perhaps even using cave-systems like the bugs they were to scuttle away from potential direct engagements. What was more, Humanity seemed to have a knack for recruiting alien species to aid in their defense. Hell, she had even seen whole colonies of these species both integrated AND separate from human civilizations, thriving and wearing human attire as if they had evolved here alongside them. This meant that not only would battles be difficult, but they would likely be varied. There was no telling what kind of inherent abilities some of these aliens possessed... especially those pastel-colored rubbery ones. Mah-jin, she believed they were called. Information, besides their name and appearance, was limited at best. Before she left, she would have to strengthen their information-base regarding them.
...And then there was Vegeta itself. It was no secret that Salada didn't appreciate the modern monarchy. At least under Brachus, it was a SAIYAN emperor calling the shots with a behavior that would make the less politically-savvy of her race proud to serve under him. He was gruff, he was strong, he was a SAIYAN... but he wasn't nearly as aggressive as he should have been. Just looking at military movements and the passing of policies, Salada could read well-enough that the King was afraid to advance. With the Changling Empire on their front door and the anomaly of Earth sitting at their back, Brachus SEEMED hesitant to make any kind of advances militarily lest he leave his flank exposed. Salada had hoped since her induction into the military that she would rise to a rank relevant enough to get the King's attention, strong enough that she could convince him to indulge in their natural hunger for conquest...
...The Zaks had taken over. Salada had no idea what that woman had done to their empire. She barely was around long enough to run it! Ever since she beat Brachus down into a defeated subordinate, Zaks had sat on the throne just long enough to assert herself and her bloodline... before skying for Earth. Vegeta had been practically reduced to a royal oligarchy at that point, run and managed by the nobles... and at times, it seemed like the competition between them could cause their empire to break off into feuding warbands! This was no way for an empire to be managed, from an empty throne! ...Salada had been having these thoughts, these strong feelings against the queen ever since her power began to explode. She didn't know WHAT it was about Earth, but in the few short weeks since she's been here, her power BURST from roughly 3,000, average for a Saiyan, to A WHOPPING 50,000! She was UNSTOPPABLE, as far as 90% of her kind were concerned! With the growth of her power came that of her ambition. She found herself... wanting more than her current position allowed. Of course, she wanted OUT of this representative-position but more than that... she started to wonder if she could have it all. Not yet, of course, not yet. Anyone who saw Zaks for a second and felt a scouter explode against your face would know that challenging her directly, even WITH Salada's new power, would be like fighting two-dozen armies. ...But she started to wonder... if SHE could do a better job than... whatever Zaks' race was. She KNEW she was more Saiyan than HER. She HAD TO BE... but Saiyans, regardless of race, respected power, listened to power. A coup would not succeed if she tried it... Zaks was simply too powerful! No... she had to wait, bide her time... play along... and milk these Super Saiyans for every last drop of power they could give her. Only then, when she felt the legendary golden power surge through her, would she know that Zaks' time had come.
"Yeeeeeees..." Salada chuckled darkly to herself clenching her hand into a fist. "...One day..."
And it would start here. Salada would spot Callion standing just outside of his compound, the wind lashing at his long, spiky hair. Salada didn't notice it before, but Callion... was built like the Queen's ramparts: As broad as he was tall. He seemed entirely unbothered by the bite of the arctic too, his aloofness to the chill only causing Salada to grimace with jealousy. Must've been all that muscle he had, keeping his blood from turning slushy. Salada would land before him, her arms crossed over her chest as she made a point of glancing around, emphasizing the nothing around them.
"Why here?" ...Was the first thing she said to the legend, clamping her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering. "I get not wanting to be around humans... but you're really pushing it."
WC: 1158
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POWER LEVEL
361,339
Tech Points
2/78
Forms
Full Power SS2 [x36]
Zeni
44,613
Saiyan
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Jan 2, 2024 16:43:14 GMT -5
Post by Callion on Jan 2, 2024 16:43:14 GMT -5
Callion's smirk held a hint of amusement as Salada arrived in the frigid wasteland, questioning his choice of location. The chilling winds seemed to dance around the pair, though the Saiyan monk appeared entirely unperturbed by the biting cold.
"Ah, you'll see," Callion replied cryptically to Salada's query, his voice carried off by the winds.
With a subtle gesture, he motioned for her to follow. Salada followed suit, perplexed yet curious as Callion led the way, trudging deeper into the desolate landscape. Step by step, they descended into the eerie quietness, delving further into the numbing cold of the Northern reaches. Eventually, they arrived at a yawning cavern, its entrance shadowed by ice and obscurity. Callion's hand glowed with an ethereal energy, creating a radiant sphere that pierced the darkness. His other hand traced intricate patterns on the ice wall, a sequence known only to him.
The barrier yielded to his touch, revealing a concealed passage leading into the depths. Through that passage, Salada found herself entering an expansive, futuristic base nestled within the ice. The chamber hummed with the thrum of machinery and the unmistakable energy of a hidden sanctuary.
In the heart of this clandestine lair rested a magnificent vessel—Callion's personal warship, the TSE Zenryu. The craft emanated an aura of power and sleek design, standing as a testament to the monk's endeavors and travels across the cosmos. For someone who has barely even heard or known about his own culture, to think he’d have THIS BABY in his possession all this time, well, perhaps he shows his own Saiyan pride in his own way.
Such a marvellous vehicle capable of space flight is indeed such a sight before anyone to see, a blend of astonishment and intrigue to wash over its many fine and beautiful features. The sheer scale and advanced nature of the hidden base were beyond any expectations, a testament to Callion's solitary existence in the far reaches of Earth.
The monk remained composed, his presence emanating a sense of familiarity with the surroundings. He turned to Salada, his expression betraying an air of anticipation and purpose. "This is where I train," Callion explained, gesturing toward the warship. "I've made preparations for us to harness your potential." As they stood within the confines of the cavernous base, the aura of the TSE Zenryu echoed the anticipation and promise of newfound power, a beacon signaling the beginning of Salada's journey towards uncharted horizons.
The monk gestured toward the impressive craft before them, his voice resonating with a hint of pride as he introduced Salada to the TSE Zenryu, his personal warship. The vessel was a testament to the monk's years of exploration and adventures across the stars. "Welcome aboard, Salada," Callion began, his voice echoing softly in the cavernous chamber. "This is the TSE Zenryu. It's more than just a ship—it's a vessel that's been my companion across galaxies, carrying me through various trials and discoveries."
The exterior of the ship gleamed in the subdued light, its sleek design speaking volumes of advanced technology and functionality. The metallic hull bore the marks of cosmic travel, testament to countless journeys through the vacuum of space. "As you can see, the exterior is both resilient and adaptable," Callion explained, gesturing to the ship's reinforced plating. "The hull is designed to withstand extreme environments and the harsh conditions of interstellar travel."
As they made their way inside, the cavernous interior of the TSE Zenryu opened up before them, a blend of sophisticated engineering and utilitarian design. The corridors were lined with panels and displays, emanating a soft luminescence that guided their path through the vessel. "The ship can accommodate up to ten individuals," Callion continued, leading Salada through the ship's interior. "We've got the essentials for long-term voyages, including living quarters, a medical bay, and training facilities."
The monk paused at a particular section, a display panel glowing softly nearby. He motioned for Salada to join him as he explained one of the ship's key features—the Cloaking System. "This is the Cloaking System," Callion said, tapping a few controls on the panel. "It renders our ship practically invisible, concealing both the ship and our energy signatures. It's a useful tool for stealth missions or when we prefer to remain undetected."
Moving deeper into the ship, they arrived at the heart of the vessel—the Gravitron 4.0 chamber. The room emanated an otherworldly energy, and Callion explained its purpose with an air of reverence. "And here, Salada, is the Gravitron 4.0," Callion said, his voice tinged with a sense of admiration. "This is where we'll push your limits. The Gravitron allows us to manipulate gravity, and with this iteration, we can push it up to 175 times Earth's normal gravity. It's a crucial tool for honing strength and endurance."
The room bore the signs of intense training, its walls reinforced and the floor embedded with intricate patterns, indicating its capability to modify gravity at will. The anticipation in the air was palpable, hinting at the intense training that lay ahead for Salada within this chamber.
Word Count: 848
Total Word Count: 1,600
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Jan 2, 2024 17:57:51 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Jan 2, 2024 17:57:51 GMT -5
Salada just grunted at Callion's vague answer, the Saiyan warrior merely following him deeper into the tundra. As much as she wanted to be angry that he didn't just tell her the EXACT location of his base, she did understand WHY he chose to meet her some distance away. He would have more control over the situation, being able to lead Salada every-which-way and have a viable excuse of "well, this was the way" even it wasn't. After all, Salada had no idea what was out here in this frozen north, nor was she Earth-savvy enough to identify landmarks that should and, more importantly, SHOULDN'T be there. It was a tactic based on caution, yes, but it WAS a tactic. Callion wasn't just being foolish and forcing Salada to wander through the freezing wastes for no reason.
Eventually, after a decent bit of walking, Salada and Callion would arrive at a cave. The Saiyan warrior would roll her eyes. THIS was the great and awesome training-place of which Callion spoke? Some hole in the ground? She would have LAUGHED... had she not been so underwhelmed! The only reason she didn't voice a complaint was that the cold of the tundra was starting to seep past her hot Saiyan blood and she really didn't want for her larger counterpart to hear her teeth chatter! ...Salada did NOT like the cold, not one bit... but she was no whiner. She'd bare it... Her pride would keep her warm. As the two walked inside, Callion would raise a hand and generate ki to glow like torchlight, running his hand along the walls in a seemingly causal... yet measured and precise manner. A less preceptive eye might've just chalked Callion's movements up to something wistful, as if he were running his hand along the wall to aid in the recall of some special memory or something. ...Salada noticed, though, that his motions weren't as care-free as that... There was something specific about them, some sequence. She didn't get a good look, standing behind the man and all... but he was doing something. A trap, perhaps...?
No. A SHIP.
Salada's eyes widened slightly as what appeared to be the end of the cave opened up into high-tech space-age base of some kind, its interior reminiscent of the Saiyan starships their empire fielded at the edges of their space! Salada had gotten to tour one of the older models during her training... Heh... She remembered how excited she had been back then. She must've been... what... 10 years old? There was a certain whimsy she had back then that had gotten lost along the way...
A pity.
"Nice place." Salada complimented dryly, the Saiyan warrior cocking an eyebrow as she poked her head inside. Callion would then proclaim that this ship was not only their training grounds, not ONLY was it something that had seen many battles and gotten its scars observing the universe, but that it was something Callion practically treasured as something special! Salada opened her mouth to say something... then closed it again, thinking better of it. Such sentimentality... She didn't understand it. A ship... was a SHIP. They were meant to carry troops, shoot things, and FLEE if the situation required it. The way Callion spoke of this thing, this tool, it was as if he were introducing his partner in crime or some such nonsense. She would have said as much... if she didn't remember she was only HERE due to Callion's good graces. ...And he WAS a Super Saiyan, though that went without saying.
Salada only grunted or made short sounds of acknowledgement as Callion took her on a tour of the ship. She wasn't at all interested in the specs of the vessel, at least not as much as Callion was in relaying them to her, but she did jot down mental notes of where everything was and what it did as they were explained to her. In the off chance she was given free-reign of this place, she would know how to get to the training room... whenever they got there. It simply wasn't her ship so why would she care so much? Salada merely nodded along, taking little notes... before they got to the heart of the matter. Literally.
At the center of the ship, Callion would explain that HERE was the gravity machine. THIS caused Salada's ears to perk up. Ah... she had heard of these things. By some technological wizardry, these chambers were capable of simulating gravity equivalent to that of Planet Vegeta and beyond! Hell, she'd heard tale of some nearly matching the gravitational force of small stars! ...Like this one apparently, as Callion revealed that this chamber could reach up to 175 times Earth's gravity! Salada blinked. That much force could sheer any Saiyan warrior to BITS if it stepped into it! ...The thought of such a thing brought a smile to the Warrior's lips. She hadn't even considered this technology as a possibility before but now...
Taking a closer look inside the chamber, it was obvious to Salada that this place had been used. Extensively. Although still in good shape, small dents, burns, and even slight tears in the metal sheeting told the story of a machine that had seen almost nonstop use. A Gravity Machine had to be built tough as it was a device that needed to survive the training done inside. ...It was remarkable Callion could damage it so!
"So, I take it this is where we'll train?" Salada questioned, turning to Callion and jerking a thumb at the chamber. She grinned, excitement clear on her face. "Good. Let's get to it."
WC: 943
TWC: 2101
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