I Will Survive!

[koda]

Pain....I remember the pain at least...that and the light...I didn't know that dying could be quite so painful...Not to sound dramatic, that's actually what I'm trying to avoid. But, it was rather painful. At least, in that last moment, I can remember thinking, that even though I didn't want Rensou to die, and that it was up to him to carry on, and proceed where I could not. Even though I thought that, I wanted to take it all back, because of the pain. I'd never felt anything like it before. That kind of pain...I didn't know it was possible. I've felt pain before, believe me. More than my fair share of it too, in working with Ren, trying to grow stronger, be more powerful, I've felt pain. Never so much at one time though. Having all of your body attacked at once, with each nerve jolting from the pain. Like everyone of them had been lit ablaze, and twisted into a tiny pretzel. No...this kind of pain I could never have imagined, not even in the healing pods. I've got to say...I really don't like it. “

“And then, as if out of no where...It stopped. No more pain...no more blindingly bright light...no more pain...no more heat of the dessert...No more screaming...Oh Kami..that screaming...was that me...or Ren...I don't remember. But it's stopped now...and I'm thankful. Glad that the pain has stopped. Now, I just have to find out where I am.”

As it turns out, the woman had made it to heaven, of all places. The Kaioshin there had deemed her sacrifice worthy enough to bring her here. And here it was here that she spent her time, working with the God-like Kaioshin, and doing their menial tasks. As if the femme really had a choice in the matter. It wasn't as if she could simply leave. What choice did she have in the matter. It was better to occupy her time in such a way than allow the boredom to overwhelm her already on edge senses.

One might wonder, why exactly the woman didn't fight it, or even, ask questions about her situations. About her surroundings, and environment...when really, the woman simple accepted what had happened. She had died. There was no arguing with that point. She'd jumped in front of a beam that would be enough to take out a large portion of the planet. It took all of her abilities just to keep that much focused on her. After that sort of ordeal, working to the Kaioshin orders was no big deal.


She didn't expect retribution out of it, however. To have her offered such was...well...Jaw Dropping. Her brows rose at the implications, her head reeling back, shaking slightly before the request was processed. Where do you wish to return to? It wasn't so much the actual question that stunned her, so much as the idea of it. She was able to go back. She could go back. That was the amazing part... the part that stunned her into a muted silence. Not to say that she'd spoken much since getting here. No, Anni wasn't much of a talker in the first place, but since her death, her worlds had become few and far between. But the next word she muttered, was strong, and firm. There was no question. Send me to Rensou and so, it was done.

Once more, in a blinding flash...boy those were getting old...she felt like parts of her were ripping apart, while simultaneously being compressed. Of course, it was only a gentle pop as she appeared behind the male whom she'd last seen...eternities ago. Damned be the consequences, her arms slipped around his shoulders, and she burrowed her face against his scalp a soft muttering rumbling past her lips. She'd known that her partner had gone to hell, but not how much she'd miss him. Or this clunky heap of metal he called his spaceship. Of course, she was quick to draw back, and when she spoke to him, her voice was level and her words so unlike the situation.

I was gone for so long, and you couldn't even write?

[Rensou Hiruen]

Blackmailed into receiving a relative new-comer to the Saiyan Military, Rensou Hiruen had been. There were a simple two hours until he arrived upon his destination, a tiny amount of time before he would become a creature overcome by violence. This place would be conquered by his hands and his alone, he had decided...but nay, Bergita, the father of Zilo, had been informed by that “fucking Leke” that Rensou Hiruen was indeed returned to the realm of life and it was a fact he wanted none to know. The Captain would probably pay with her rank upon his return, but for now the only thing Rensou could do was accept the approach of a hybrid Saiyan.

“Ayleen, estimated time of arrival?” Rensou grunted, a question he had asked many times over the passing day. For most of it he had pushed his body to the maximum output it could provide, and for some of it he had slept and eaten, bathed and relieved~ the Saiyan followed a very strict regimen and stuck to it with complete certainty that the chosen course was the one to follow and he nary missed a step along the way.

“One hour, fourty eight minutes, and twenty seven seconds, General.” Rensou smiled, crossing the short expanse between his usual chair and the bathing facilities as his boots, gloves, and elastic clothing landed upon the floor with each advancing footfall. Once inside, the powerful male drenched himself in the revitalizing waters of the shower whilst calling out once again to the computerized female voice as steam rolled out of the bathroom at an impressive rate. It seemed Rensou preferred his showers almost scorchingly hot.

“Estimated arrival of that...Zilo's vessel?” and at once the computer answered with an exact reply. Twenty three hours and seventeen minutes, twenty four seconds. Rensou shook his head, he had hoped to have this job finished before the boy ever arrived, but it seemed he had left immediately. Now the Saiyan General would be forced to play warrior and wet nurse, and he lamented the entire idea of it. Bergita had simply wished to see his boy become the best by working with the best, but Leke would taste terrible repercussions for what she had done to Rensou the previous day.

Showered and no longer sore with the training of the prior hours, Rensou Hiruen stumbled into his bed, completely nude and slept for the remains of his approach onto the station known as Epoch Star.

One hour, fourty six minutes, and three seconds later. . .

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The Gladiator had slammed into a section of the grandiose Epoch Star, and the vessel had lowered a ramp and slid open the single door to reveal an armored demon with blackened locks whipping atop his grinning features as he stared out into the place he would wipe clean of population, lest he decide their workers as efficient as Saiyan could be in the efforts of stripping this place of all available resource in a matter of years. Rensou's foremost plan was to destroy all of the Neejara and put the station up for sale, but only time would tell if that decision were final.

“My readings gather that an accumulated power of over three hundred thousand is en-route, General. There seem to be four Neejara on the way to investigate our arrival.” Ayleen informed, and Rensou nodded before the strangest thing to ever happen to him occurred in a single moment. Arms were about the back of his neck and a nose had been buried where his hair met his skin. In a short moment, they had released him and the Saiyan male had bounded forward, free of the ship, spun in midair as energy gathered in his left hand. It was the first time in many, many years someone had slipped so skillfully upon Rensou Hiruen without he being aware of such an approach.

His eyes locked for a moment with that pair they had focused upon many times before as his feet touched against the ground and his guard was lowered. Rensou Hiruen was staring into the face of a beloved friend, and he was speechless. That beloved friend was supposed to be dead, the same as he.

The computer inside the vessel of the General welcomed the newcomer without the slightest surprise, however; “It's a pleasure to see you, Lieutenant Aspera.”

[koda]

She didn't have much to say to the automated system that greeted her. She only let those abnormal blue eyes rest on the male with she was partnered with. And hello to you too, Ayleen. though little more than that was said as she moved forward, and slipped off that ship, stepping in towards the male, lifting a hand to lightly bat away at the left palm, charging up with energy before her hands moved forward slipping across his collar bone, and forward up the side of his neck before her digits slipped into his coal colored locks, pulling him forward until she met her lips against his, in a less than gentle motion. She stayed like this for a moment, before pulling back smiling at him and giving him a shove back, shaking her head before turning to look at the heap of metal called his ship.

So, getting yourself into trouble as usual, I see. she paused, turning to look over her shoulder at him before letting her brows lift up with the curiosity in her question. Well...She seemed to slip back into that routine rather easily. It seemed that Rensou was a bit too stunned to grasp just what was happening and he seemed to be stunned into a silent stupor. A first, as far as she could recall. And after all this time, I can't even get a “Good to see you, Lieutenant. Your ship has more manners, Captain. She gave a shake of her head, those short locks foaming around her face before she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and gave a sigh.

[Rensou Hiruen]

His energies were batted aside with such carelessness, but it was naught a surprise, what with the state of utter shock the last son of the Hiruen found himself in. She looked like her, and she moved like her. . .she treated him with that casual air she had always treated him with. Yes, with that uncaring air of hers she pushed his hand aside and pressed her lips against his own. Rensou Hiruen accepted, his keen Saiyan nostrils taking in the scent that finally confirmed to the unbelieving brain what the heart knew to be true. Anienne Aspera was alive and by his side once again.

“Ani. . .I. . .” he began, his tongue heavy behind his lips as her own slipped away from his and the computer blurted out annoyingly once again that multiple energy signatures were incoming. Rensou chose to ignore Ayleen for the time being as he stepped forward and caught his beloved friend, comrade, and only in his embrace and squeezed her tightly. Tears rolled out beneath clenched eyelids as the Neejaran warriors landed behind the pair, with Rensou's armored back to the squad of them.

To Anienne's eyes they would appear scarcely humanoid, at least as bipedal creatures. . .adorned in shimmering metals that nearly caused one annoyance littered with gemstones for decoration and technology for purpose. The four were tall, much taller than Rensou's six feet and change, the blue skinned warriors were at the very least seven feet. Their mouths were lined with fangs and no visible nose could be discerned upon their faces. Red eyes glowed beneath hairless brows and scalps.

“I thought I'd never see you again!” Rensou choked out as one of the Neejaran stepped forward, his armors decorated moreso than the trio behind him. His energy signature was also the most abundant, and he nearly rivaled Rensou's basest levels of power. As for the other three, one was close to the squadron leader while the other two were mere lackeys. . .perfect prey for Anienne Aspera while Rensou handled the other two.

The Neejaran leader cleared his throat abruptly.

“Please identify yourselves, intruders. Your vessel was given no clearance to land here,” he growled, his voice menacing and full of annoyance. Beneath his blue skin his veins began to ripple atop layers of muscle and shafts of bone. Red eyes widened as the Saiyan male before him suddenly grew agitated with the intrusion and interruption of his reunion. Anienne would find herself bathed in Rensou's aura as the Kousho erupted around him in swirls of brilliant blues and greens, and his spheres shivered to life.

Rensou gave no warning as in a fraction of a second his spheres had taken the form of a pair of twin blades of ki energy, his fingertips gripping one tightly as it suddenly disappeared into the skull of the Neejaran whom had addressed the pair of Saiyan. With a spurt of purple fluid, the blood of the Neejaran, he slumped to the ground beneath the feet of the assembled as Rensou snarled with battle lust that only he was capable of, his eyes dead set upon the next to die.

“Anienne, my apologies. . .in an effort to be more polite, I've introduced myself to these daft creatures,” and his spiked shocks whipped as he turned his smiling face to her as those blades within his palms cracked with surging shards of bio-electricity, a product of his inner ki.

“I believe they would like to meet you as well, love,”

[Rensou Hiruen]

[OOC: Thread flopped, taking PL please, please disregard anything that actually happened in this thread.]

[Gray Callahan]

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