Post by Rensou Hiruen on Feb 25, 2012 1:00:34 GMT -5
Within the training grounds of the military's most elite fighters a pair of Saiyan warriors had arrived, in search of greater strength and with it the means to defend their planet and race from a terrible dishonor. There were many among the people whom would bend to the will of the conqueror whom at this very instant traveled toward their home, but the General and Lieutenant were not among that fraction of the population. These were Saiyans of unnatural fighting talent whom had and always would be leaps above the rest. . .and with that natural aptitude for strength their pride stood hand in hand with their formidable power. Only a coward would hand over such a sum of money to a tyrant, only a coward would pledge themselves to his cause. . .nay, these two would fight and die for naught but honor and never regret a moment of it.
They had entered an unoccupied gravity chamber. . .it seemed as the climax drew closer more and more of the fighting force were redoubling their efforts to posing that Icer lord a considerable challenge, but Anienne Aspera and Rensou Hiruen had been working towards that end from the times the news had been unveiled to them by the high king of Planet Vegeta, Boliko Koregutsu. There were but days remaining before these events would reach their potential end, and the duo were using every waking moment to prepare themselves. As they entered the chamber, Rensou turned to his attendant whom he considered hardly that, for he and Anienne were as close as any among their race could ever hope to be with another.
“Lieutenant, as you know. . .Touketsuki Yakedo will be here within a matter of days,” he informed, but he was certain she already knew. “He is powerful, and it is undoubted that one of us must fight him. As your superior, I am taking that right for myself~” just like any Saiyan, the last of the Hiruen clan was fully prepared to test himself against the most powerful opponents and he would stop at nothing to obtain the spot across from his most hated enemy. . .in this case, he had pulled rank, a despicable maneuver and one brought on by greed, but, again, typical. There was still the pressing matter that the Icer lord might not be as wholesome in his dealings as he had made out to be in the tournament where he had announced his attentions for Galactic superiority.
“With that said, he may not hold to his agreement,” and the Saiyan smiled grimly. “If he does not and I should fall, I know you will stop him.” Rensou said this with confidence, for if he could not defeat the Icer, then Anienne would certainly be one of the remaining few with a chance to win against such a ruthless opponent. That was why he had suggested they had come here together. . .to push themselves past limits with technological advancements the like of which many worlds had never and would never see.
While Rensou was capable of training in much higher levels of gravity than that, Anienne was unprepared for such unforgiving conditions. Multiplying the burden upon her by ten was more than enough to adequately prepare her for any threat she would face once the Icer and his minions. The weighted clothes he had lent her would push her beyond the realm of being defeated. Also, last but not least, the opportunity for the pair to sharpen their skills while the metaphorically held blades to each other's throat would further their steps towards preparing for an enemy whom was a member of a race that had once destroyed their own, though neither were aware of that fact.
Is not it comical how history is apt to repeat itself?
Let the final preparations begin.
They had entered an unoccupied gravity chamber. . .it seemed as the climax drew closer more and more of the fighting force were redoubling their efforts to posing that Icer lord a considerable challenge, but Anienne Aspera and Rensou Hiruen had been working towards that end from the times the news had been unveiled to them by the high king of Planet Vegeta, Boliko Koregutsu. There were but days remaining before these events would reach their potential end, and the duo were using every waking moment to prepare themselves. As they entered the chamber, Rensou turned to his attendant whom he considered hardly that, for he and Anienne were as close as any among their race could ever hope to be with another.
“Lieutenant, as you know. . .Touketsuki Yakedo will be here within a matter of days,” he informed, but he was certain she already knew. “He is powerful, and it is undoubted that one of us must fight him. As your superior, I am taking that right for myself~” just like any Saiyan, the last of the Hiruen clan was fully prepared to test himself against the most powerful opponents and he would stop at nothing to obtain the spot across from his most hated enemy. . .in this case, he had pulled rank, a despicable maneuver and one brought on by greed, but, again, typical. There was still the pressing matter that the Icer lord might not be as wholesome in his dealings as he had made out to be in the tournament where he had announced his attentions for Galactic superiority.
“With that said, he may not hold to his agreement,” and the Saiyan smiled grimly. “If he does not and I should fall, I know you will stop him.” Rensou said this with confidence, for if he could not defeat the Icer, then Anienne would certainly be one of the remaining few with a chance to win against such a ruthless opponent. That was why he had suggested they had come here together. . .to push themselves past limits with technological advancements the like of which many worlds had never and would never see.
“Gravitational Intensification times ten!”
While Rensou was capable of training in much higher levels of gravity than that, Anienne was unprepared for such unforgiving conditions. Multiplying the burden upon her by ten was more than enough to adequately prepare her for any threat she would face once the Icer and his minions. The weighted clothes he had lent her would push her beyond the realm of being defeated. Also, last but not least, the opportunity for the pair to sharpen their skills while the metaphorically held blades to each other's throat would further their steps towards preparing for an enemy whom was a member of a race that had once destroyed their own, though neither were aware of that fact.
Is not it comical how history is apt to repeat itself?
Let the final preparations begin.
