Jul 30, 2022 21:42:26 GMT -5
Post by Maycair on Jul 30, 2022 21:42:26 GMT -5
It was a bit of a weird start for Maycair. She had joined the guard mostly from the connections she was making while on Vegeta. Still, despite these connections and the training she was undergoing, they wanted her to be properly disciplined. It wasn't the most pleasant idea, but, it was the most likely chance to grow at the moment. Trust and open ears were the two most essential things for her at the moment in terms of development. They knew how to train fighters, and mold people into killing machines. Maycair had the power but not the will as native saiyans. They were fangs dulled down to protect herself, but they could still educate her without Maycair becoming the thing she despised more than anything. It was a valiant offer, but it was by no means an easy journey. So, for the next few weeks, she would be living with, training with the elite military of the king. She was a guard, but even royal guards needed to know how to fight properly.
It was the very first day of a long journey, she stood at the gate of the boot camp, a fort not far outside of Vegeta City. It was an enigmatic grid of boxed buildings and domed warehouses. There really was interesting architecture where ever you traveled, the buildings almost organic in how their shapes sometimes seemed to bend in ways she didn't expect. It was strange with contrasting structures but some of that had to be from dealings with the USD. From what she could understand they had a certain inclination for putting things of their aesthetic interests in when they could. Who knew, rumors were that they were efforts for spying, she saw it as another vain cultural push. Just trying to have more shape or form take the predominant role, normalizing what they wished.
The building seemed intimidating so close when she arrived at what must have been the check-in desk, it was wide, and saiyans all around were piling in. There were so many who wished to show their strength by getting through Bootcamp and being initiated into the military. One issue, most people, even strong saiyans didn't make it through the grueling weeks of training. Rumors would always exist for things of such fortitude, but the statistics didn't lie either. There was a reason only a few, the proud made it through to become true members of the militia. Thoughts raced, starting from a crawling pace until they were running, jetting through her mind. Anxiety was the driver, taking control of the wheel for this joyride. How much joy could you have being whipped into shape? You know what, it was better if she didn't think about such questions to herself.
"Alright here we go, looks like it's gonna be a long wait." She would say to herself, and she was right. People shuffled in, one by one, tail by tail they were asked basic questions. It was hard to hear from such a distance but after a few times, she had managed to piece them together. The first question was about how you had been recruited, and who had done it. Next was your reasons for enlisting, followed by your standard information such as name, age, and so forth. Which would finally lead to the ever-so-fun medical exam. Before you could finalize the process you needed to be checked for proper health, and strength as well. There was a baseline for power as well, those who were irredeemable were turned back. Tick tock, step by step the line moved, grains of sand slowly falling in place. It dulled the mind as everything was losing meaning. How long could such a day linger, was this the eternal hell of waiting, of existential dread?
An experience that would never end, why did social convention always create torment worse than anything she could have dreamed up, oh such a dreaded night and day of such monotony! All she could hope for and pray for from Kami would be an end to this moment. Just to get through with the exam, to get into training so the only focus was growth. Oh, the agony! Oh, the line had gotten shorter, her time was actually close now. What was forever now turned into nothing, now the questioning would begin.
"Alright first off, how were you recruited?" She was asked by a young female instructor. Maycair's response was quick "I'm a member of the royal guard, here is my pin I'm here for mandatory training." The next question asked was "Who was the one who suggested you for our program?" May once again, rather prompt would answer. "The king and my mentor Tom Ato believed it was necessary for me to be more useful in my duties on patrol and investigations." Alright, that part was pretty easy, now of course the philosophical stuff. "What is your reason for wishing to join our elite militia?" The hybrid stood tall, looking proud, resolute in the answer she would give. "I am joining to firm my resolve, to represent the pride of our species and planet. I am shunned for my status as a hybrid, but I am strong, my will is as well but it is wild. I believe with the right discipline I will be honed into a fine machine for war." It was an honest answer, though she didn't plan to give her life to this planet. At the end of the day it was all a selfish cause.
"Alright, good answers, now time to continue onto your medical examine, just follow along with what the doctor tells you and it'll be over quick and painless." The young woman had informed May, showing her over to the next room. It was sterile, whiter than bone smelling of the same similar scent of death. A saiyan, smaller than May but twice as wide wobbled over to her. He wore a different armor than the others, he also had a pair of spectacles and a stethoscope. This had to be the doctor from what she could make out. "Alright, so I need your name and other standard info, while you speak please stand on this machine here so we can gather your weight, height and other biometrics. Please lift your shirt and roll up your pant legs so I may attach sensors to you major vein lines." He spoke direct, a voice sour and whiny. He wasn't exactly annoyed, but that was the aura the medical professional gave off. She followed instructions, walking over to the machine, giving him the chance to hook her up. "My name is Maycair, my saiyan name and official name with the guard is Waater Malone. I am a halfling from earth, aged 30. My current place of residence and address is the palace barracks as a guard."
While the scans would go through the doctor would chuckle to himself just a little. It was from hearing her position, considering her obvious outsider status only increased the hilarity. With the distorted smile pointed towards her he only felt a reason to explain himself. The shrill voice picked up once again. "Oh they are going to have fun with you, they always love seeing one above them. I'm sure they will have many displays of respect for you. I hope you're looking forward to a fun time at boot camp hybrid. You're gonna need it if you wish to get through the nights."
Well, that warning was more than ominous, it was straight-up strange. What would they really think of her, and what sort of treatment would she be put through? Now she had even more questions, this hadn't really helped it only added more confusion to her day. She just stood there pondering, hearing the waning sounds of alternating beeps as the machines gathered her biometrics. This data was the thing that would decide her fate on this planet, her fate in training. If everything went wrong here that meant things weren't going to be very promising. That would derail all of her practice, it was derailing her thoughts as the doctor kept trying to get her attention. It wasn't until he snapped his fingers right next to her ears that she would return to her senses. "As I was trying to say to you, I need you to generate some ki and show off your power level. That's the last part of the process and you should be good to go. Everything about health seems to be green, so come on I got a hundred other schmucks waiting out in line."
She was holding things up a little, May needed to help hurry up the process. So following instructions May would show a portion of her energy. Generating it at first was easy, slowly allowing the energy in. Stopping it from leaking out was the hard part, her training was causing her to grow exponentially. It was amazing, but it was also making it harder for her to hide her power. Thankfully the weights help kept it down a little, but even for an elite, her power would be rather impressive. It began to swell, filling up the room until the sensors started to flash a satisfying green. If the people were gonna give her trouble, she'd just show why she would succeed. Answers were what she wanted, it's what she'd get.
After that quick little display Maycair was ushered out of the room, and sent onwards to the barracks to get set up. The good thing about pure-blooded saiyans was their hair was consistent. That meant no forced buzzcuts for joining the forces, the people on earth really seemed to enjoy that for the sake of "proffesionalism". She would be getting her uniform soon, it probably wouldn't be too different than the patrol outfit maybe just a slightly different flair and color. That depended on the age of the model, she had seen quite a few different designs while patrolling the town square,
The close she got to the rooms a snickering sound followed. It was hard to trace, it seemed to be close but moving away, almost as if it was leading the way. The sound was one step ahead, going the same path and direction as the hybrid. It could have only been a coincidence but it felt so targeted. It was as if the laughs were meant for her, how could that be possible? Well, it was not a haunting, or strange phenomenon, it was the ordinary occurrence of bullying. Upon arriving outside the dorms a group of saiyans sat waiting. Between the group of three, there were two males and one female. The males were both rather short and stocky, almost like twins with the same flat face and stupid wisp haircut. The female saiyan was tall, over 6 feet from the looks of it, her arms alone were as thick as Maycair's torso. Despite the frame the young lady had, her power level was that impressive, at least from what she gave off. The other two weren't fair behind.
"I didn't realize they were letting performers into the militia, are you going to cheer us up with a show and funny faces? I can't tell much use for a freak such as yourself." The lady would say, snickering, it seemed she was the source of most of it. Her two little goons would chime in, with some unoriginal commentary. "Yeah you tell her boss" and "good one Rasp" the two identical saiyans said. Despite the encouragement, it only seemed to annoy the lady they called rasp. "Shut up Boysen and Logan, if I wanted your opinions I would've asked you. I'm talking to the freak, I want to know her excuse."
Of course, someone had made it their mission to try and pick a fight. There was always a group like this wherever she went, that was just dandy. "I don't have time for you I'd like to get to my bunk. If you want a show waiting until the training begins, I can embarrass you there." May had said, joking with them. If they wanted to be cocky, then they'd get a taste of their own medicine. Which they didn't seem to like very much as Rasp would walk over to Maycair with a ball of ki in her hand, she wanted to threaten the hybrid. "If you don't stay in line monster then I will make you stay in line, this is a place for elites. Any wannabe guard or scholarship student wants to be here fine, but don't you think you're better than us purebloods? Better than use from families that actually have meaning, I bet you're nothing but a disgrace from yours.
That was enough for a little show of force. Maycair would flex her ki, one last time to show the power she had over the young lady. It wasn't that much of a gap, but she was hiding the full extent of her strength. She could kill the young lady, and smear her on the ground, but she wasn't the same type of monster. That didn't mean she was above scaring the girl, who seemed to take a hint as she back off from the door. She shook a little, fear somewhat motivating Rasp to move away. Still, that was enough to stop the conviction of the girl. Muttering under her breath, Rasp would say "We'll blow her out of the water when it comes to practicals."
Quest Description ENLISTING *Typical*
So...you have decided to join the ranks of the Saiyan military in the hopes of bringing honor to your family name, but every great warrior has to start somewhere and you're no different. For you, somewhere happens to be 'Basic Training'. If you can stand up to the sleepless hours of drill and combat readiness training then, you will have climbed onto the first rung of the Saiyan Military latter. It should be noted that this level of training has been known to kill lesser races and even some Saiyans, so yes, be aware that your commander is trying to train you into the grave and then some! Describe the program and what it entails to join the best of the best oh, and welcome to Saiyan Militia!
Rewards Rewards: ↓
Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:
+ 25% PL gains + 15% ƶ gains
Extra Info Extra Info: ↓
Chance to get a free set of Old-Style Saiyan Armor (15 or above/D20)
Required: At least 1,500 words
Training Mix consumed 1/10 left
Super Heavy Weights 75% pl Gains
Pl: 47,652 (With Weights = 11,913)
master training 6%
WC: 2,257
It was the very first day of a long journey, she stood at the gate of the boot camp, a fort not far outside of Vegeta City. It was an enigmatic grid of boxed buildings and domed warehouses. There really was interesting architecture where ever you traveled, the buildings almost organic in how their shapes sometimes seemed to bend in ways she didn't expect. It was strange with contrasting structures but some of that had to be from dealings with the USD. From what she could understand they had a certain inclination for putting things of their aesthetic interests in when they could. Who knew, rumors were that they were efforts for spying, she saw it as another vain cultural push. Just trying to have more shape or form take the predominant role, normalizing what they wished.
The building seemed intimidating so close when she arrived at what must have been the check-in desk, it was wide, and saiyans all around were piling in. There were so many who wished to show their strength by getting through Bootcamp and being initiated into the military. One issue, most people, even strong saiyans didn't make it through the grueling weeks of training. Rumors would always exist for things of such fortitude, but the statistics didn't lie either. There was a reason only a few, the proud made it through to become true members of the militia. Thoughts raced, starting from a crawling pace until they were running, jetting through her mind. Anxiety was the driver, taking control of the wheel for this joyride. How much joy could you have being whipped into shape? You know what, it was better if she didn't think about such questions to herself.
"Alright here we go, looks like it's gonna be a long wait." She would say to herself, and she was right. People shuffled in, one by one, tail by tail they were asked basic questions. It was hard to hear from such a distance but after a few times, she had managed to piece them together. The first question was about how you had been recruited, and who had done it. Next was your reasons for enlisting, followed by your standard information such as name, age, and so forth. Which would finally lead to the ever-so-fun medical exam. Before you could finalize the process you needed to be checked for proper health, and strength as well. There was a baseline for power as well, those who were irredeemable were turned back. Tick tock, step by step the line moved, grains of sand slowly falling in place. It dulled the mind as everything was losing meaning. How long could such a day linger, was this the eternal hell of waiting, of existential dread?
An experience that would never end, why did social convention always create torment worse than anything she could have dreamed up, oh such a dreaded night and day of such monotony! All she could hope for and pray for from Kami would be an end to this moment. Just to get through with the exam, to get into training so the only focus was growth. Oh, the agony! Oh, the line had gotten shorter, her time was actually close now. What was forever now turned into nothing, now the questioning would begin.
"Alright first off, how were you recruited?" She was asked by a young female instructor. Maycair's response was quick "I'm a member of the royal guard, here is my pin I'm here for mandatory training." The next question asked was "Who was the one who suggested you for our program?" May once again, rather prompt would answer. "The king and my mentor Tom Ato believed it was necessary for me to be more useful in my duties on patrol and investigations." Alright, that part was pretty easy, now of course the philosophical stuff. "What is your reason for wishing to join our elite militia?" The hybrid stood tall, looking proud, resolute in the answer she would give. "I am joining to firm my resolve, to represent the pride of our species and planet. I am shunned for my status as a hybrid, but I am strong, my will is as well but it is wild. I believe with the right discipline I will be honed into a fine machine for war." It was an honest answer, though she didn't plan to give her life to this planet. At the end of the day it was all a selfish cause.
"Alright, good answers, now time to continue onto your medical examine, just follow along with what the doctor tells you and it'll be over quick and painless." The young woman had informed May, showing her over to the next room. It was sterile, whiter than bone smelling of the same similar scent of death. A saiyan, smaller than May but twice as wide wobbled over to her. He wore a different armor than the others, he also had a pair of spectacles and a stethoscope. This had to be the doctor from what she could make out. "Alright, so I need your name and other standard info, while you speak please stand on this machine here so we can gather your weight, height and other biometrics. Please lift your shirt and roll up your pant legs so I may attach sensors to you major vein lines." He spoke direct, a voice sour and whiny. He wasn't exactly annoyed, but that was the aura the medical professional gave off. She followed instructions, walking over to the machine, giving him the chance to hook her up. "My name is Maycair, my saiyan name and official name with the guard is Waater Malone. I am a halfling from earth, aged 30. My current place of residence and address is the palace barracks as a guard."
While the scans would go through the doctor would chuckle to himself just a little. It was from hearing her position, considering her obvious outsider status only increased the hilarity. With the distorted smile pointed towards her he only felt a reason to explain himself. The shrill voice picked up once again. "Oh they are going to have fun with you, they always love seeing one above them. I'm sure they will have many displays of respect for you. I hope you're looking forward to a fun time at boot camp hybrid. You're gonna need it if you wish to get through the nights."
Well, that warning was more than ominous, it was straight-up strange. What would they really think of her, and what sort of treatment would she be put through? Now she had even more questions, this hadn't really helped it only added more confusion to her day. She just stood there pondering, hearing the waning sounds of alternating beeps as the machines gathered her biometrics. This data was the thing that would decide her fate on this planet, her fate in training. If everything went wrong here that meant things weren't going to be very promising. That would derail all of her practice, it was derailing her thoughts as the doctor kept trying to get her attention. It wasn't until he snapped his fingers right next to her ears that she would return to her senses. "As I was trying to say to you, I need you to generate some ki and show off your power level. That's the last part of the process and you should be good to go. Everything about health seems to be green, so come on I got a hundred other schmucks waiting out in line."
She was holding things up a little, May needed to help hurry up the process. So following instructions May would show a portion of her energy. Generating it at first was easy, slowly allowing the energy in. Stopping it from leaking out was the hard part, her training was causing her to grow exponentially. It was amazing, but it was also making it harder for her to hide her power. Thankfully the weights help kept it down a little, but even for an elite, her power would be rather impressive. It began to swell, filling up the room until the sensors started to flash a satisfying green. If the people were gonna give her trouble, she'd just show why she would succeed. Answers were what she wanted, it's what she'd get.
After that quick little display Maycair was ushered out of the room, and sent onwards to the barracks to get set up. The good thing about pure-blooded saiyans was their hair was consistent. That meant no forced buzzcuts for joining the forces, the people on earth really seemed to enjoy that for the sake of "proffesionalism". She would be getting her uniform soon, it probably wouldn't be too different than the patrol outfit maybe just a slightly different flair and color. That depended on the age of the model, she had seen quite a few different designs while patrolling the town square,
The close she got to the rooms a snickering sound followed. It was hard to trace, it seemed to be close but moving away, almost as if it was leading the way. The sound was one step ahead, going the same path and direction as the hybrid. It could have only been a coincidence but it felt so targeted. It was as if the laughs were meant for her, how could that be possible? Well, it was not a haunting, or strange phenomenon, it was the ordinary occurrence of bullying. Upon arriving outside the dorms a group of saiyans sat waiting. Between the group of three, there were two males and one female. The males were both rather short and stocky, almost like twins with the same flat face and stupid wisp haircut. The female saiyan was tall, over 6 feet from the looks of it, her arms alone were as thick as Maycair's torso. Despite the frame the young lady had, her power level was that impressive, at least from what she gave off. The other two weren't fair behind.
"I didn't realize they were letting performers into the militia, are you going to cheer us up with a show and funny faces? I can't tell much use for a freak such as yourself." The lady would say, snickering, it seemed she was the source of most of it. Her two little goons would chime in, with some unoriginal commentary. "Yeah you tell her boss" and "good one Rasp" the two identical saiyans said. Despite the encouragement, it only seemed to annoy the lady they called rasp. "Shut up Boysen and Logan, if I wanted your opinions I would've asked you. I'm talking to the freak, I want to know her excuse."
Of course, someone had made it their mission to try and pick a fight. There was always a group like this wherever she went, that was just dandy. "I don't have time for you I'd like to get to my bunk. If you want a show waiting until the training begins, I can embarrass you there." May had said, joking with them. If they wanted to be cocky, then they'd get a taste of their own medicine. Which they didn't seem to like very much as Rasp would walk over to Maycair with a ball of ki in her hand, she wanted to threaten the hybrid. "If you don't stay in line monster then I will make you stay in line, this is a place for elites. Any wannabe guard or scholarship student wants to be here fine, but don't you think you're better than us purebloods? Better than use from families that actually have meaning, I bet you're nothing but a disgrace from yours.
That was enough for a little show of force. Maycair would flex her ki, one last time to show the power she had over the young lady. It wasn't that much of a gap, but she was hiding the full extent of her strength. She could kill the young lady, and smear her on the ground, but she wasn't the same type of monster. That didn't mean she was above scaring the girl, who seemed to take a hint as she back off from the door. She shook a little, fear somewhat motivating Rasp to move away. Still, that was enough to stop the conviction of the girl. Muttering under her breath, Rasp would say "We'll blow her out of the water when it comes to practicals."
Quest Description ENLISTING *Typical*
So...you have decided to join the ranks of the Saiyan military in the hopes of bringing honor to your family name, but every great warrior has to start somewhere and you're no different. For you, somewhere happens to be 'Basic Training'. If you can stand up to the sleepless hours of drill and combat readiness training then, you will have climbed onto the first rung of the Saiyan Military latter. It should be noted that this level of training has been known to kill lesser races and even some Saiyans, so yes, be aware that your commander is trying to train you into the grave and then some! Describe the program and what it entails to join the best of the best oh, and welcome to Saiyan Militia!
Rewards Rewards: ↓
Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:
+ 25% PL gains + 15% ƶ gains
Extra Info Extra Info: ↓
Chance to get a free set of Old-Style Saiyan Armor (15 or above/D20)
Required: At least 1,500 words
Training Mix consumed 1/10 left
Super Heavy Weights 75% pl Gains
Pl: 47,652 (With Weights = 11,913)
master training 6%
WC: 2,257
