[The Tournament Cometh]

[Rensou Hiruen]

The very night Rensou Hiruen returned to his beloved planet he began to set the stage for a momentous event. The well connected Saiyan combined his military position with the fame he had gained in the pits of Saru City as a champion amongst gladiators. Underlings were sent about by order of their superiors, and those superiors answered to those above them as the chain of command worked quickly and efficiently to organize all the necessaries: radio stations were informed to advertise what Rensou had in mind, and the holovision stations began to air the General himself to spread the word. Flyers were posted all around the city of Saru, and no planet under the Empire's banner was spared the propaganda.

In the taverns and haunts, the drunkards spoke of the spectacle. A tournament – Rensou himself had banned the illegal bloodshed of the underworld ran gladiatorial rings and taken those gladiators into the military, but it seemed he wished for competition amongst his people once again. Perhaps it was nostalgia, maybe Rensou yearned to hear the roar of the crowd once again as they cheered for their favorite warriors as they squared off against another.

This time, there would be no unwarranted death: this time, everything would be legal. Paperwork was filled, and permissions were granted. Step by step, piece by piece, it all came together, and not a more perfect moment for it: the Empire's military had recently recruited a cadre of standouts. . .particularly Ericnox, the winged Alien and Yuumaru Mori. The mighty leader of the warriors of Nameksei, Basna, was also rumored to be a likely candidate for the new champion of Saru city.

In the streets, a flyer fluttered to the ground before the feet of a young Saiyan woman as she returned from the market with her young daughter. The girl tugged at her mother's dress, pointing a tiny finger at the flyer, “What's it say, mommy?” she inquired.

The young mother bent and picked up the flyer, staring at the words printed boldly across the top of it~

The Taikaishita Nitaiyo Tournament Comes!

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Come one, come all. . .Saiyan and Alien alike are welcome to behold the grandest warriors the Empire has to offer! Saru Arena will once again shake with the cries of our glorious peoples and witness the greatest battles since the era of Bardock!

Potential participants need only be a member of the Saiyan army or an ally of the forces, come, will it be you whom tastes glory?

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OOC

• The first round will start one week from now, on December 6th. SSE Members have access to a gravity chamber and a simulator device to enhance their PL during this time. SSE allies. . .you'll have to ask Boliko. =]
  
• The fights will not be to the death, preferably, though saga rules are in place - You can kill your opponent, should you wish, but it is not advisable, as even accidental deaths disqualify the person guilty.
  
• Weapons are allowed.
  
• Fights are Tenkaichi Budokai styled, on a large tiled ring in the center of Saru Arena. If your character leaves the arena for any reason or is forced out of it, that character loses the match.
  
• If a fighter falls unconscious, they lose the match. If they verbally submit, they lose the match. If an official deems them unfit to continue, they lose the match.
  
• The prize for first place is 8,000Z. Currently, there is no prize for the runner up, this may change.
  
• Matches will be set at random. I'm actually going to draw names from a hat.
  
• The tournament is single elimination.

[jabey]

Tomatah found himself in Saru City, looking for something interesting to do. Things had been rather boring. "Oh come on there has to be something to do..." The young Saiyan said to himself. "Hey what's that?" Tomatah asked, walking over to a Flyer hanging on the wall. The boy read it, before smirking.

"A Tournament, eh? Sounds...like something to do." The boy said. "Better go register." Tomatah said. "Who knows...maybe someone strong will be there." He said thoughtfully. "At least it'll keep me busy."

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It wasn’t a hard guess to find this man in the line, filling out the application for the tournament, the chance to prove his own fighting prowess. It would also be a chance for him to grow as well, opponents that would rival or even surpass his power would be bound to be there. The excitement was all it took to get him interested, and he was all set to fight the strongest recruits of the Saiyan Solar Empire. If nothing else, it would be an interesting way to meet the other recruits and learn their fighting styles first hand. If they were to be working together than knowing how to best compliment the others was a vital part to becoming an efficient fighting force.

Granted, he didn’t expect himself to get very far, he was sure there were members stronger than him, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t give it everything he had. With the application filled out, he walked up to the desk, and turned it in. This was the first step, now it was to prepare to take the tournament by storm, he would have to push himself harder than ever. That meant asking the General about possible sparring partners for use in the gravity chambers and the like. While he didn’t expect to win, he would make damn sure that he aimed to nonetheless, regardless of who it was that he faced.

“That does it, let the cards fall where they will, this will be my start to greater things,” he said, heading off to the manor to talk things over with the General himself.

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May I reserve a reply for later? I'd like Basna to participate. xP

[brandon007]

Brandon was walking about the streets of Saru city, enjoying the sights before a flyer flew into his face. "The Hell?" HE said, as he opened it up, and read the information inside.

"A Tournament eh? This is perfect to prove that I am a perfect Match for Ammy." He said as a smile crossed his face, as he then put the flyer into his pocket. He then brought up a holographic map of the city, and made his way to the closest training facility to get himself buffed up as much as he could. Chances where, winning would be no easy task.

[Antary]

The tournament caught Antary`s attention as he was patrolling the streets. He knew that if he tried joining the tournament, he would either be arrested, or simply not allowed to. But it`s been so long since he experienced any real, fair fighting. The reward, although hefty, didn`t interest the saiyan one bit, as the sum given here pales in comparison to what the Rebellion already has. It is true, however, that Antary didn`t have access to the treasury, much like anyone else, and the money was always used for equipment or something of the sort, so perhaps he could use this money to relax in a bar, or on new personal training equipment. But if he joined, money would be the last reason why.

He was a saiyan. Antary needed to fight, it was his drug. Drug that he hadn`t taken for years, addiction that he tried to overcome, but couldn`t. It was in his blood. His saiyan blood.

But just barging in would attract too much attention due to his power level alone. He wouldn`t be able to fight and keep it low at the same time, so he had to improvise. A disguise to his appearance was a given - instead of expensive clothes and armor, as well as a luxurious crimson cape, he got himself poor and used leather clothes, which he bought from the local bums. To not look too embarrassing, he got rid of the disgusting scent. His hair was changed as well - instead of them pointing to the sky, he made it so that they are simply lying on his shoulders. Strapping on a fake, but real looking beard was a must.

Antary quickly thought up the solution to his power level as well - his long unused, heavy training weights. Blue bracers for his feet and hands. He concealed them under clothing so that nobody asks any unneeded questions, but even if they did, he`d be able to come up with a cheap excuse. They easily cut down more than half of his power level, bringing him to about the average of the saiyan race. Satisfied, Antary made his way to sign up for the tournament under the fake name "Ranty".

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Getting used to the world's gravity was one thing, getting himself more powerful was something else. A child had beaten him, nearly killed him in fact, and that didn't sit well with Ericnox. His eyes caught the poster and a smile formed over his lips.

"Well now, what do we have here? Hmmm. Well, if nothing else, I can roll the dice and see how I do and where I sit in terms of power here. Maybe the child was a fluke?" He says, taking in a deep breath and noting the location he was to be at and when.

Floating into the air, he flapped his wings a few times, gaining distance to get above the buildings and into the semi clear air, moving towards the base to start his training. It wasn't going to be much, but maybe it would help give him a little bit of an edge if nothing else. After all, what's the worst that could happen in things like this?