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Valor Sardar


Power Level: 360


It had been quite a while since the last time the failed son of Talon Sardar had been on a raid. Since that time, he had done nothing but train fiercely for the next opportunity, should it present itself. His body was primed and ready for combat, though it would've been extremely rare for that to have not been the case. He cracked his knuckles as he sat by, awaiting the arrival of his superior officers. Of course, not too long later, both Kendra Bertoldt and Nei Likken appeared. Valor stood up straight, showing his respect to his superiors as they approached.


"Well everyone, it's time. Today, we depart Metahnn on a Purge mission on Planet Laerus. It will be a four day and night trip. Does anyone have any questions before we take off?"


There was a brief moment of silence as commander Bertoldt awaited questions, but there would be no confusion about the previous statement. As she realized no questions would be asked, she decided to continue with the mission briefing.


"Very well then. Enter your pods and input coordinates 08A Section Sire45. It's a four day trip, so get some rest and prepare yourselves mentally for a large scale planet wide battle. We're only one of forty Raid Groups participating in the Purge, so you'll need to be very competitive very quickly. Get in there, find enemies you know you can defeat, and stick to what you do best and you will make it home to collect your pay. This Purge has a 36,000 Credit payout due to the danger the current inhabitants represent with their average power levels being in the 10,000-16,000. So as I said, find enemies you know you can deal with and come back alive because this is a fat paycheck you're not likely to find again for another year or two."


Valor smirked at the mention of power levels. The apparent power of the inhabitants of the target destination was well above his own power level. However, he had trained hard, and now he was prepared to show everyone that power levels were just a number. Though he was cautioned to be smart, there was no telling what the man who fights fate would do should he be put in the actual situation.


After getting into his pod, Valor proceeded to follow standard protocol, checking the conditions and status of both his method of transportation as well as the scouter that laid on the seat. As everything seemed to be normal and unchanged, he simply sat down after putting on his scouter. His head rested against the seat, and as he did with almost every trip, he immediately emptied his mind of all anxieties, hoping to fall into a nice sleep as he awaited arrival. The pod took off after approval, and so all that was left was touching down on the target planet.

 

[Kyero]

”There is a stigma that men are more powerful than women, but I beg to differ. I’ll show you the power of a Saiyan who is also a woman!”




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"To grow up alone is a fate unbecoming of a Saiyan, but it has made me stronger than I dared hope. I can only continue to hope, and with luck I'll always have Era by my side to push me to even greater heights."




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... *Beep*


... *Beep*


... *Beep*


*Computer Voice* Now Arriving at Planet Laerus, Planet 08A, Sector Sire45.





Era's eyes slid open very slowly as her life support systems gave her a mild shock of electricity to rouse her. Her eyes came into focus on the console and the display monitor, showing her the surface of the planet currently being bombarded with hundreds of Saiyan Space Ships.


"So it has begun... Without me?" She thought, smirking slightly.


Her pod raced towards the planet's surface and landed softly, opening the hatch allowing her to hop out and double check her Scouter to make sure it was working properly.


There were so many power levels around her that she had to activate a filter to eliminate Saiyan energies from the readings so she knew who her enemies were. She took a moment to look around, getting a read for the battlefield. Sil's pod landed not far away up on a plateau overlooking the region, and the Commander and Sub-Commander's pods landed a decent distance away towards the center of the battle where the enemies with the highest power levels were gathered.


For now, Era had one goal: To take down as many enemies as possible.


She floated into the air and was approached by an enemy with a power level of approximately 420, right around Sil's power level. She smiled, as that would make things rather simple for her. The enemy was similar in appearance to a Saiyan, but had blueish fur rather than real hair on their heads and necks and, she presumed, their backs. Who knew where else the fur extended... Yuck.


But now wasn't the time for that. It was time to fight. As the enemy neared Era powered up, letting her aura flare in all directions like a firestorm. The tactic worked, and intimidated her opponent for just a brief moment allowing her to bolt forward at top speed and engage him directly. She came in first with a punch using her right hand aimed at his head, which he pushed to the side. But Era was expecting that. It was such a typical and basic maneuver that she guessed it was used around 90% of the time in this situation.


Perfect.


Using her forward momentum, Era spun around with the force of his deflection and used her left elbow to strike his jaw. Because his arm was crossed over his body, she used her shoulder and ribs to grind against his arm keeping it pressed down and out of the way of her elbow. As the blow landed, he was thrown back and away, but rapidly composed himself as Era came in for another round.


He aimed a roundhouse kick towards her chest, which Era flew up and over, but was caught off guard when he reached up with one arm and grabbed her own, pulling her down and out of her flight path. But being in close was where Era truly excelled. And as she came down his other hand was in prime position for a punch. She couldn't stop it from landing on her cheek, which she could feel caused some muscular damage, but now he was in prime position for arguably the worst counter attack ever... And quite the low blow, literally and figuratively.


Era brought up her knee as fast as she could right where it hurt the most, causing him to lurch forward in great pain. Both hands went downstairs to protect it from further harm, but Era didn't care about that. Her Scouter showed his power drop drastically, and in that moment she powered up a quick Ki blast and shot a hole through his back directly above his heart. The Ki ripped through his body now that he was weakened, and her Scouter instantly read a power level of 0 from him.


One down. Time to move on...




Sil landed on the plateau overlooking the battlefield. She hopped out and prepped her Scouter filtering the power levels of her allies out to read only her enemies. She caught a glimpse of Era as she saw her friend's energy flare about her, but as her fight started Sil left her be. With her enemy having a power of 420, Era would be fine.


Sil needed to focus on herself, and she looked around for enemies to fight.


1,300... No way... 900... Still no good... 350... Perfect! She thought with a smile.


That would do nicely.


Sil rocketed forward flying through the chaotic battle space to her new enemy. As she reached him, she saw he was accompanied by another with a power level that was roughly the same but a few points lower. Fine by her.


She powered up to her maximum, and launched herself into combat. The two of them were occupied trying to sort out who was who. Clearly they were not used to this kind of large scale battle. Peons. Sil landed a knee to the back of the more powerful enemy's neck, knocking him out almost instantly and leaving his friend wondering what in the world just happened? By the time he figured it out, Sil slammed his chest with a back kick sending him down into the ground with great speed and force. She looked to the one who was out cold, and didn't want to take the risk. Now that he was out, his power dropped to incredibly low levels. Sil ended it swiftly, blasting his head clean off his shoulders before turning to his companion who was already up and flying at her.


He came in quickly, aiming several punches at her head and chest level. Thankfully he was indeed just an untrained peon, and after training with Era for so many years blocking and dodging him was child's play. She slipped in and out of his attacks as if it were nothing, and finally decided to stop playing around when she heard something in her Scouter.


"This is Commander Korvaiis to Raid Group 02A, reports show Elite forces heading towards the outskirts. Watch yourselves out there!" He called.


Raid Group 02A was their Raid Group, and that was not a good sign. The Commander usually trusted them to get the job done without talking in the battle unless it was urgent, so just what was headed their way?


Sil didn't waste any further time. She ended the fight with a few swift blows to her enemy's neck, causing him to choke and his power to drop which then allowed her to blast a hole in his chest. As he fell to the ground, Sil rocketed back until she caught up to her old friend.




"Era, did you get that?" She asked.


Era nodded.


"I did hear that. The enemy must be retreating from the central region where the Commander is. My guess is the battle is going well for our forces."


Sil nodded, but looked unconvinced.


"You think otherwise?"


"Something about the Commander's voice troubled me. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but he sounded more worried than anything else. My guess is that the enemy is stronger than expected and that their forces are starting to spread out due to a boost in confidence."


Era took a deep breath.


"I hope you're wrong about that Sil." She said quietly.


Sil floated a bit closer, and both of their Scouters suddenly went nuts. Their Scouter visor flashed and read an enemy with a power level of 3,200 heading right for them. They turned their heads and saw that sure enough, there he was. He was a big boy, probably 7' tall by the look of him and very heavily muscled. He stopped in front of the women, smiling almost greedily as he looked them over from top to bottom. Sil looked disgusted, crossing her arms in front of her breasts while making a face as Era's empty expression and murderous eyes told the story of what she was thinking.


"So, they send women to do a man's job?" He teased, powering down a bit.


2,900... 2,400... 1,800... Holding steady.





"You know ladies, it just wouldn't be fair for me to fight you at full power. I hope you brought your best game, because otherwise this fight is going to be incredibly boring." He joked.


Sil's jaw clenched, but Era put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from moving in without her. Sil looked at Era, who shook her head slowly, and Sil nodded in return.


Together the two women looked at their enemy and took a deep breath, preparing for the fight of their lives. They'd never fought someone this powerful before, even together... It was going to be a most unpleasant experience.​

 

[aonly9470]

the pod that ryth was travelling in was fairly old so he needed to make a stop to repair something before it caused damage to him or others while travelling later. It was for this reason that after the battle was well and truly in effect did one lone pod some flying down, the window of the pod facing directly towards the planet, the land below him was part wasteland before coming into more fertile land near one of the cities. he shrugged and activated his scouter, already specified to track enemies and his raid group also specified to ping up dangerous situations for him or allies. this caused his scouter to instantly send warning signals for two of his teammates fighting a being that would obviously wipe them out. taking this into account he changed his pod's directory.


for anyone in the battle who were paying attention to their surroundings, they would notice another pod entering the atmosphere, most likely the sign of reinforcements. this was quickly dispersed as no more pods entered with it causing confusion as to what the pod was doing. the pod didn't seem to be heading in a random direction however as it made maneuvers to position itself. as it reached the lower atmosphere the pod opened and it's inhabitant flew out falling in the direction of the man facing the two saiyans in over their heads. as it came close to the man, he finally looked up to see the saiyan axe kicking him. due to his high power level the male was able to dodge but not before the new attacker elbowed him in the arm, causing the girl's scouters to bug out when trying to gague his power level

 

[Kyero]

”There is a stigma that men are more powerful than women, but I beg to differ. I’ll show you the power of a Saiyan who is also a woman!”




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"To grow up alone is a fate unbecoming of a Saiyan, but it has made me stronger than I dared hope. I can only continue to hope, and with luck I'll always have Era by my side to push me to even greater heights."




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The enemy facing down Sil and Era grinned as he sized them up and prepared to assault them. Sil looked to Era, silently communicating as they had learned to do for years training together, and Era confirmed.


The two women powered up as high as they were capable of going, 300 and 420 respectively, but were still nervous about facing this new threat who welcomed them.


Era was the first to attack. She darted forward as fast as she could and aimed to punch him in the nose, but her punch was caught and she was pulled into a knee right in the stomach. The wind was instantly knocked from her lungs, and she coughed violently before being lifted up above the man's head and thrown away like a rag doll into a few trees nearby causing a massive cloud of dust to rise. As he was looking at his handiwork, Sil darted in as quietly as she could and tried to knee him in the back of the neck to knock him out. But as she came in and landed the blow, she saw that at the last instant he put his hand in the way and caught her knee, pushing her down into the grounds and stomping into her stomach, similarly knocking the wind from her as he did Era.


Sil was promptly kicked away, bouncing a few times on the ground before skidding to a halt.


The enemy grinned, but the wooded area behind him exploded rather suddenly catching even him by surprise as the clouds of dust flew at him. He shielded his eyes by closing them and holding his breath against the initial burst of dust, and as Era came in, hoping to use the dust as cover, her attack was again thwarted by the enemy catching her foot as she kicked towards his stomach and whipping her around and then down into the ground. Era tried to steady herself and catch herself, but the enemy's force was underestimated and both bones in her left forearm snapped under the pressure. Era stifled a scream as she was lifted back into the air and tossed away to join Sil on the ground.


Sil checked on Era, horrified that she just had her arm broken so easily. Era herself gritted her teeth against the pain, looking to their enemy as she stood up letting her broken arm dangle at her side. Sil was amazed that Era was still determined to fight. Breaking one's arm but still engaging? That was a disaster waiting to happen that no sane fighter would pursue. But then again, it's not like they could escape this threat. He wasn't going to just let them leave.


Sil stood up by Era's side, wondering what to do.


Era took a few breaths, slow and steady. She breathed in. She breathed out. She breathed in. She breathed out. As Sil looked at Era she saw that the breaths Era was taking in were filled with Ki. Tiny specs of energy in each breath as she took it in and breathed out. Era's arm began to glow, and Sil heard a small *crack*. Era lifted her arm, grimacing slightly, but made a fist with her previously broken arm which now appeared to be functional. The downside was that Sil's Scouter picked up a decrease in Era's power level, from 300 down to 230.


That was a big sacrifice for Era, but Sil had heard of this technique. By concentrating Ki around her broken bones, she was able to replace them and hold them together. The downside was that it took a piece of her total power reserve to make it happen and sustain it. Still, if anyone could power through this, it was Era.


Sil looked to their enemy, who was impressed and nodding his head.


"It's a shame you and your kind are intent on destroying us. You'd make fine sparring partners once you've gotten a bit stronger. But as it stands now, you're just playthings. I hope you're prepared!" He called to them.


In the blink of an eye, he was behind them and kicked them both square in the back just above the tail sending resounding and horrendously searing pain up their spine. What breath they had gotten back by this point was instantly lost again, and they skidded to the ground a distance away and Era's concentration on holding her broken arm in place was lost as well. As Era and Sil stood up again, Era's arm was back to dangling at her side and useless with her power dropping slightly further to 210. Sil read her own power level, which was holding steady at 420 despite the damage she took thus far.


"Impressive," he said, looking to Era.


"You're tougher than you look, but not strong enough to take me on. You two should give up and accept your fate." He boasted.


Sil snarled, but Era just looked at him with a vicious though at the same time empty expression.


"Sil, I need you to do something for me," she said softly.


"What is it?"


"I'll keep him busy for a few minutes. Get the Commander our coordinates. We can't win."


"All right. Just be careful. I don't need you coming home in a body bag." She said.


Era nodded, and took a breath as she lifted off the ground and rushed their enemy who chuckled, but humored her and prepared for a "fight."


*Beep...*


"Commander, this is Sil'Eph Niir. Era and I have encountered an-"


A large explosion of power cut Sil off, and as she looked over she saw Era half buried in the ground in a crater. She had been blasted head on by a powerful Ki ball which exploded once she hit the ground.


"What was that Sil? I didn't hear you!" The commander said over the Scouter.


"We need help! Era's down!" She said hurriedly.


"All right, I'm on my way!" He answered.


Sil looked at the battlefield and was horrified that Era was back on her feet and still intending to fight. She was barely able to stand as it was. In the few seconds that Sil had turned away Era had taken a much further and much more vicious beating than even Sil realized. Era's power level on the Scouter was now a measly 25, and she was using almost all she had to keep her body from falling apart thanks to the dozens of broken bones and torn muscle groups. Sil could see a large red stain along Era's side and lower back as well, which was not at all a good sign.


But it wasn't over. Era received one final kick from the enemy before Sil could even see what was going on, and this time, Era did not get up. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing slower than it should have been. And her power level dropped to 1.


Sil tried to reach her, but was unable to do so as she was caught by the enemy who blindsided her. She was given a savage beating as well, and put down in the ground right next to Era. With both women now battered and broken, the enemy floated above them smiling. Sil was just barely conscious, but as she opened one eye she heard Era's voice.


"How... How did you know?" She asked through gasps and wheezing breaths.


"I could sense your energy as we fought. You Saiyans are powerful, but you've not learned how to sense energy I take it. It's a useful technique, but neither of you will live to learn it. Sorry."





The enemy began to power up, but was forced to stop as he turned around just in time to see Commander Korvaiis appear on the scene. The Commander's armor was a bit singed, but otherwise he was fine and glaring viciously at the enemy. He tried to power up, but before he could do more than double his strength the Commander put a fist through his chest clear out the other side with a terrible cracking sound followed by a massive spray of blood. It was at this time that Sil and Era both passed out, and as far as they knew or were concerned, their mission was now over and had ended in failure.


The Commander walked over to the two women and scanned them with his Scouter.


"This is Commander Korvaiis. I need a medical evacuation for two of my comrades. I'm sending coordinates."





One minute later, a medical evacuation pod arrived and loaded up Sil and Era, putting them both on life support as they were whisked away to the blackness of space as the Commander returned to the Purge. This battle was won, but the war to claim the planet was far from over.​

 

[Genon]

Karas Lugdroth, standing by the parked ships and absentmindedly checking the news on his scouter, couldn't believe he was doing this. He was basically getting shafted both ways: First, as the engineer for Raid Group 02A, he had to guard the ships and keep them in working order so the team had an escape route if things got hairy. So that meant no fighting unless necessary, which was boring as hell. Second, he had been temporarily reassigned to a Planet Raid due to the sheer lack of Saiyans with any conceivable talent other than fighting. It seemed the Empire was finally realizing how important scientific disciplines are, only to find itself with a shortage of technicians and even less combat-capable technicians, and of those even fewer willing fighters. Karas happened to be in that very small subset, which meant that he would get reassigned almost weekly based on who begged the hardest. Even then, Planet Raiding is supposed to basically be mercenary work, with Saiyans volunteering to fight in order to get their paycheck. So that meant that he was now working for genocidal invaders, which was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do with his life. At least it promised to pay well.


His scouter alerted him to a weak incoming power level (around 150), and he fired off a ki blast in the direction of the offender. The scouter reported that it had dropped to zero. Satisfied, he leaned against his ship, arms crossed. Then he promptly became bored again.


THIS IS SO BORING!! he thought to himself.


Then a 9-foot tall, rotund, visibly strong beast of a fighter descended from the sky, its feet causing the ground nearby to shake faintly. It wielded a metal club with spikes across its surface, likely made out of some kind of extremely durable ore if he was using it at his power level (which registered as 800). It had the same blue fur as the rest of its species, and was wearing a set of basic armor. It looked down at the 6-foot Saiyan engineer and revealed a toothy smile. Karas knew that smile. It was the smile of a predator who had found easy prey.


"Well, well, well. Here we have a Saiyan who isn't going on a murder spree! Can I ask why?" it inquired in a pseudo-friendly bass.


Karas, walking away from his ship and getting into a fighting stance, eyed his foe carefully, analyzing him. He was much stronger than Karas, but was likely slower by a long shot. If Karas could keep his attention away from the ships and avoid that mace of his, this could be doable.


He kept a flat expression and replied, "Why do you think?"


"Guarding your ships, eh? They leave one guy to guard the ships for an entire team, and he's not even that powerful! I'll kill you, strand your team...and get a nice promotion for my efforts."


He hefted the club high, and slammed it down, on the ground, leaving a sharp gouge in the earth. Karas dodged to the left, firing a ki blast at the alien's large abdomen. It disintegrated on the enemy's armor.


The fighter then swept his club to his right, catching Karas in the side before his feet could touch the ground. He was knocked for a loop, rolling along the ground and getting to his feet. He winced as he felt pain surging through his body. It was likely a broken rib. Karas activated Guardian's Tools, the blue mace and shield materializing in his hands. This was just in time to block a leaping overhead slam from the warrior, said block not having nearly enough strength behind it to actually stop the blow. Karas was pushed to the ground by the sheer weight of the attack, the shield disintegrating as the club slammed into his body, damaging him further. But the beserker didn't realize the opening he had created. Karas' mace was currently in his left hand, belonging to the robotic arm that could strike better than the rest of his body. He slammed the energy construct into the beserker's temple, drawing blood and knocking him to the side. Karas then climbed on top of the fighter and continued bludgeoning his face repeatedly, only for the beserker to swing the club and hit Karas in the head, stunning him long enough to be kicked off and flung against his ship, thankfully not damaging the customized and armored craft. It did scratch the paint though.


The beserker then held out his hand, a yellow ki blast forming, a ball that grew in size and then was launched directly at Karas. Karas looked up, only to be hit square in the chest, the explosion flinging him up over his ship and into the air, somersaulting twice, and finally stabilizing in the air, violently coughing up blood. The ship, for its part, was flipped upside down, but wasn't wrecked by any means.


The beserker laughed and prepared another ki blast, but then something happened. Eight points of ki appeared around the alien warrior. Before his adversary could react, six faces connected the eight points, and the beserker violently banged against the barriers to no avail.


Then, the entire prism was filled with a blinding white light. For ten seconds, the warrior screamed in absolute agony as the energy seared his flesh. When the barrier dissipated, the beserker was miraculously still alive! His power level protected him from instant death, but he was panting heavily, scorch marks all over his body, his armor almost completely burned off, his fur in dark patches, and clutching his chest like he was having a heart attack. Blood leaked out of the wound that the beserker was trying so desperately to seal.


Karas looked at him with a smirk on his face.


"That was my ultimate attack," Karas said, "Guardian's Sepulchre. Honestly, I'm surprised you're still alive. Must be your power level. You are stronger than me, after all. But that wound tells me you're mortally wounded. Are you sure you don't want to retreat? I won't blame you. You could probably get some medical--"


"NO!!" the beserker screamed at Karas, "I AM MORE THAN COMPETENT TO FACE YOU! I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF SAIYAN YOU ARE TO SHOW MERCY, BUT YOU STILL POSE A THREAT! I WILL NOT LET MY PEOPLE DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!"


"Truth be told, I don't even want to be here. I'm part of the Saiyan Planetary Defense Corps, and because of my engineering training I was reassigned to this Planet Raid. I feel you man, I really do. But I won't hold back even if you're justified."


The beserker seemed quieted by this. Planetary Defense Corps? Engineering training? This little man who had wounded him so was only a part-time warrior, and didn't even want to fight him! In a perfect world, he would have walked away and gotten himself patched up the best he could. But this was not a perfect world, and he had to kill every invading Saiyan in order to save his people from genocide.


Seeing the beserker on the verge of attacking, Karas said, "By the way, the scouter says your power level dropped to 300. You're weaker than me right now. Continuing is a folly."


The beserker laughed heartily and replied with a smile, "You would let me, an enemy, run away to get healed? I could call for backup once I'm there. I could tell them the location, and you could get overrun by hundreds of foes tougher than I ever was. Luckily for you, you guard a strategically important objective, and they wouldn't buy my story of an invading Saiyan sparing my life, since your species has a rather disgusting reputation. I'd probably die for alleged cowardice. So either I kill you now, or I die horribly. You see the problem? Neither of us have any choice in the matter. We have to finish this now."


His mouth opened up, and seemed to be charging energy again. Karas let the mace dissipate and used Guardian's Salvo with both hands. The ki blasts found their way to the warrior's eyes, impaling his brain and causing the warrior to fall backwards, the blast going off to the sky.


The warrior was dead, and Karas was still on guard duty. He walked back, flipped his ship right side up, and sat down on the ground, waiting for another challenger.

 

[Kyero]

Not far from the Saiyan drop zone, a pair of lurking eyes observed carefully. Sensing the power levels of their foe, they knew from watching him protect the ships from one of the overzealous grunts that he knew what he was doing. However, his power was nothing to be concerned about. Their power levels were nearly 6x that of the Saiyan's own, so this would be a simple task even if they powered down to give him a bit of a fighting chance. But did they really want him to have a fighting chance?


They looked at each other and shook their heads.


No, the Saiyan wouldn't have a fighting chance here. Not even with all the ships and allies by his side. That device on his face read power levels. If the relation between his power and theirs was really a 6:1 ratio, their power was at least 2,500 each.


The Saiyan would die this day, but it was time to have some fun with the would-be conquerer.


The two enemies floated up silently, sneaking around behind the Saiyan and keeping each other in view. These two knew how to fight as a team, and were not inexperienced grunts who overestimated their own abilities. They knew what they could do, which was why they were veterans of the battlefield.


The taller of the two, and slightly more slender though still plenty muscular held up his hand and prepared to blast the Saiyan's ships. If they couldn't go home, their victory would be meaningless.


He powered up his energy blast, unfortunately this would likely alert the Saiyan's device, but it didn't matter. He couldn't stop it now. Not with this power level difference. He let fly, aiming at the ships right behind the Saiyan.


If he wasn't quick, he'd be caught in the explosion and heavily damaged.


@Genon

 

[Genon]

Not far from the Saiyan drop zone, a pair of lurking eyes observed carefully. Sensing the power levels of their foe, they knew from watching him protect the ships from one of the overzealous grunts that he knew what he was doing. However, his power was nothing to be concerned about. Their power levels were nearly 6x that of the Saiyan's own, so this would be a simple task even if they powered down to give him a bit of a fighting chance. But did they really want him to have a fighting chance?
They looked at each other and shook their heads.


No, the Saiyan wouldn't have a fighting chance here. Not even with all the ships and allies by his side. That device on his face read power levels. If the relation between his power and theirs was really a 6:1 ratio, their power was at least 2,500 each.


The Saiyan would die this day, but it was time to have some fun with the would-be conquerer.


The two enemies floated up silently, sneaking around behind the Saiyan and keeping each other in view. These two knew how to fight as a team, and were not inexperienced grunts who overestimated their own abilities. They knew what they could do, which was why they were veterans of the battlefield.


The taller of the two, and slightly more slender though still plenty muscular held up his hand and prepared to blast the Saiyan's ships. If they couldn't go home, their victory would be meaningless.


He powered up his energy blast, unfortunately this would likely alert the Saiyan's device, but it didn't matter. He couldn't stop it now. Not with this power level difference. He let fly, aiming at the ships right behind the Saiyan.


If he wasn't quick, he'd be caught in the explosion and heavily damaged.


@Genon

Karas' scouter picked up the energy charge. Acting quickly, he had the computer in his arm give out some wireless commands to the ship. Being the master engineer that he was, leaving his ship as the stock model would be absurd. The ship flew up on its own and began jumping to sublight speeds. About 5 tons of metal flying at 75,000 miles per second rocketed towards the enemy, the shield generator on the ship active and coating it with a yellow force field.


The ship was slower than other Saiyan craft by a long shot, always lagging behind its fellow ships when flying to a mission zone, but it made up for this with a variety of features that saved his hide countless times. The ship managed to get close enough to the enemy that the explosion went off too close to its source, protecting the other ships, though they were scorched.


The shield integrity was brought down to about 30%, but the metal behemoth was on course to smash the offenders head-on. Meanwhile, Karas sent out a Guardian's Salvo looping around from behind to further distract the two veterans.


EDIT: He used Guardian's Salvo with one hand, while scanning the two warriors, revealing power levels of 2,500 each. Fuck. He promptly traced an X on the Scouter's touchpad, the signal for an SOS. With any luck, some high-powered backup would be on its way.

 

[Kyero]

The Commander had made his way to the center of the battlefield with Sub-Commander Urod by his side. Much of the enemy force was beginning to overwhelm the battle space. Their power levels were higher than predicted and they seemed to have the ability to sense energy levels without the use of a Scouter or any kind of device to help them locate an opponent moving faster than they could see or hiding behind cover. It was not going well. This Raid was turning into a RGB (Raid-Gone-Bad) very quickly.


Even the Commander and Urod were having trouble keeping pace with some of the enemies who they faced. Power levels of 20,000-30,000 were common now, and that were beyond even their abilities to handle safely or efficiently.


Urod looked to the Commander.


"Sir, what are your orders?" He asked.


The Commander analyzed the battlefield carefully, taking into account what was going on around him. He took note of each successful take-down of a Saiyan, particularly those with high power levels, by the enemy and determined that it was happening much faster than the rate of Saiyans taking the enemy down.


"... We have no choice. This is not a battle we can win. We must retreat." He said, turning to Urod.


Urod nodded.


"A wise decision, sir." He responded.


Then, an S.O.S. came in from Karas, picked up by Urod's Scouter first and then the Commander's.


"Urod, take care of the problem and see to it that Karas gets off world now. I will stay here and ensure nobody comes after you."





Urod saluted.


"By your orders, Commander." He said.


Urod powered up rapidly and took off in the direction of the S.O.S. signal.


Meanwhile, at the source of the signal, Karas was being faced down by the two enemies who were now intent on taking down this pathetic insect who dared to challenge them in such a manner. The taller and slightly more powerful of the two powered up and disappeared from view. Karas could do nothing this time as the enemy re-appeared behind Karas' personal ship and blasted a hole straight through it. The attack didn't destroy the ship outright, but it did fry every major circuit and caused it to fall to the ground taking further damage not far from Karas.


The other enemy then rapidly moved about the battlefield blasting the other ships as the first one appeared before Karas.


"You impress me with your control of those... well, what were, those vessels. But now your time has come Saiyan." He growled.


His partner appeared next to him, but before they could do anything further to Karas himself a bright yellow light appeared from the sky off to their left. As they looked in the light's direction, a blast of Ki shot across the sky faster than they could process with their eyes and engulfed them. They were vaporized in mere seconds, and burned to a crisp at Karas' feet.


Sub-Commander Urod touched down not far away, looking at the now destroyed ships and sighing.


"Karas, you are to retreat off world. This Raid has gone Bad, and we must retreat for now. It is time to return to Metahnn."





Sub-Commander Urod pressed the comms on his Scouter, cycling through until he found the signal from the Mothership which hovered just outside the planet's atmosphere.


"I need an evacuation ship on my position, now." He ordered.


Two minutes later, and a ship descended upon Urod and Karas' position. It was more than large enough to accommodate the ships which were destroyed by the enemies and still have room for Karas and Sub-Commander Urod. Commander Korvaiis appeared a moment later, boarding the ship as well as it took on a few more stragglers and took off from the planet's surface. As it broke the atmosphere and entered the quiet of space, Urod spoke up.


"So much for our pay." He muttered.


The Commander nodded.


"Failure to complete the Raid will result in a penalty, but we will still receive the departure and return pay. But the largest chunk will be missing, along with a 20% penalty to the total upon return."





Urod groaned, and the Commander nodded in disapproval of the situation.


"Someone back home is going to pay for providing us with misinformation... And I believe I know where to start asking questions when we get back."





Sub-Commander Urod scowled.


"May I ask the first question, sir?"





"I believe that would be best. You always were more persuasive than me anyway."





Urod smiled subtly, but it quickly faded as he prepared for the four day return trip to Metahnn.

 

[Genon]

The Commander had made his way to the center of the battlefield with Sub-Commander Urod by his side. Much of the enemy force was beginning to overwhelm the battle space. Their power levels were higher than predicted and they seemed to have the ability to sense energy levels without the use of a Scouter or any kind of device to help them locate an opponent moving faster than they could see or hiding behind cover. It was not going well. This Raid was turning into a RGB (Raid-Gone-Bad) very quickly.
Even the Commander and Urod were having trouble keeping pace with some of the enemies who they faced. Power levels of 20,000-30,000 were common now, and that were beyond even their abilities to handle safely or efficiently.


Urod looked to the Commander.


"Sir, what are your orders?" He asked.


The Commander analyzed the battlefield carefully, taking into account what was going on around him. He took note of each successful take-down of a Saiyan, particularly those with high power levels, by the enemy and determined that it was happening much faster than the rate of Saiyans taking the enemy down.


"... We have no choice. This is not a battle we can win. We must retreat." He said, turning to Urod.


Urod nodded.


"A wise decision, sir." He responded.


Then, an S.O.S. came in from Karas, picked up by Urod's Scouter first and then the Commander's.


"Urod, take care of the problem and see to it that Karas gets off world now. I will stay here and ensure nobody comes after you."





Urod saluted.


"By your orders, Commander." He said.


Urod powered up rapidly and took off in the direction of the S.O.S. signal.


Meanwhile, at the source of the signal, Karas was being faced down by the two enemies who were now intent on taking down this pathetic insect who dared to challenge them in such a manner. The taller and slightly more powerful of the two powered up and disappeared from view. Karas could do nothing this time as the enemy re-appeared behind Karas' personal ship and blasted a hole straight through it. The attack didn't destroy the ship outright, but it did fry every major circuit and caused it to fall to the ground taking further damage not far from Karas.


The other enemy then rapidly moved about the battlefield blasting the other ships as the first one appeared before Karas.


"You impress me with your control of those... well, what were, those vessels. But now your time has come Saiyan." He growled.


His partner appeared next to him, but before they could do anything further to Karas himself a bright yellow light appeared from the sky off to their left. As they looked in the light's direction, a blast of Ki shot across the sky faster than they could process with their eyes and engulfed them. They were vaporized in mere seconds, and burned to a crisp at Karas' feet.


Sub-Commander Urod touched down not far away, looking at the now destroyed ships and sighing.


"Karas, you are to retreat off world. This Raid has gone Bad, and we must retreat for now. It is time to return to Metahnn."





Sub-Commander Urod pressed the comms on his Scouter, cycling through until he found the signal from the Mothership which hovered just outside the planet's atmosphere.


"I need an evacuation ship on my position, now." He ordered.


Two minutes later, and a ship descended upon Urod and Karas' position. It was more than large enough to accommodate the ships which were destroyed by the enemies and still have room for Karas and Sub-Commander Urod. Commander Korvaiis appeared a moment later, boarding the ship as well as it took on a few more stragglers and took off from the planet's surface. As it broke the atmosphere and entered the quiet of space, Urod spoke up.


"So much for our pay." He muttered.


The Commander nodded.


"Failure to complete the Raid will result in a penalty, but we will still receive the departure and return pay. But the largest chunk will be missing, along with a 20% penalty to the total upon return."





Urod groaned, and the Commander nodded in disapproval of the situation.


"Someone back home is going to pay for providing us with misinformation... And I believe I know where to start asking questions when we get back."





Sub-Commander Urod scowled.


"May I ask the first question, sir?"





"I believe that would be best. You always were more persuasive than me anyway."





Urod smiled subtly, but it quickly faded as he prepared for the four day return trip to Metahnn.

It had happened so fast. One minute he was attempting a desperate last-ditch attack with his own ship, the next his pride and joy was a fried wreck and the two defenders had utterly destroyed the ships he was supposed to protect. He could picture the Commander's armor-piercing stare right now, telling him that he had ONE JOB and all that crap. But he would be lucky if he got out of this alive.


As the pair of aliens appeared in front of him, he didn't show fear. He wouldn't give them the luxury of gloating over their easy kill. While they prattled on, he thought of what he was going to do. Run away? Gouge out the thin one's eyes? Use Guardian's Sepulchre again? None of these tactics would work on someone their power level, he was screwed!


Then the energy blast arrived, vaporizing the two aliens. That was probably his backup, and he was relieved that his life was saved. If he was going to die on the battlefield, it would be defending civilians, not on some Planet Raid that he didn't even sign up for.


That was when Urod touched down, and his blood ran cold. I'm so screwed... he thought glumly.


He thanked Urod for coming to his aid, and waited for the mothership to touch down. When he got on the ship, he figured he should probably try to make up for failing to protect the ships.


Karas thought that Korvaiis had enough on his mind with the failed raid, and didn't want to piss the Commander off further, so he slunk off to the cargo bay and began fixing the ships.


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Examining his ship, the most complex of the bunch by far with its upgrades, the damage was almost total. The frame had a massive hole in it at the rear, and the actual internal circuitry was almost completely fried, and since he was an engineer, not a wizard, he would have to replace every part to get it working again. Which meant his already-docked pay was going almost completely to ship repairs. There's only so much even an engineer of his caliber could do before having to go to the market. Worse, the majority of the optional systems, like the shield generator, were bought at alien markets, meaning he would have to fix his ship, then fly to a market station to buy the parts to upgrade his ship to its previous level.


The evac ship didn't even have very many parts to work with anyway, and likely neither would the mothership. However, he could perhaps do some basic repair work like fixing up the base frames. He took out his trusty repair kit and got to work on what would be a very, very arduous task with all the damaged vessels.

 

[Kyero]

Aboard the ship, preparing to depart for home, Commander Korvaiis stood at the control panel with one of the ship's other engineers. On the display was the planet's solar and lunar patterns, and Korvaiis made a rather satisfying discovery.


"Urod, belay the order to return to Metahnn. I have a better idea which will save us all some time and a lot of Credits." He said.


Urod was skeptical.


"No offense sir, but how do we salvage this situation?"





Korvaiis looked at him with a wicked smile.


"Their full moon starts tomorrow." He said with confidence.


Urod's own mouth curled into a smile as well.


"We have over seventy Elite Class Saiyans still alive and on board this vessel. That alone will be enough to Purge the planet tomorrow with little effort. As powerful as their warriors are while we are in this state, upon transformation they'll become as not but flies brushing our fur."





Urod cracked his neck.


"Very good sir. I will cancel the return to Metahnn and inform all Elite Class warriors aboard of the change in plans."





Korvaiis nodded, turning to the rest of the crew including Karas.


"The Elites will handle the Purging tomorrow during the full moon. The enemy's primary force have power levels exceeding 30,000, meaning that even when transformed many of you will be too weak to survive an all out assault with inferior numbers playing against us. But one day is all the Elites will need to dispose of this planet's inhabitants so we can all return to Metahnn and report success salvaging the Credits we otherwise would have lost out on. Even those of our forces who returned early due to injuries will be paid in full upon recovery."





The crew seemed overall to be satisfied with the results, as any excuse to protect such a high paying job would prove beneficial to all parties concerned.


With the plan now settled, everyone began to wait patiently for the next full moon which was now only 9 hours away.

 

[Genon]

Aboard the ship, preparing to depart for home, Commander Korvaiis stood at the control panel with one of the ship's other engineers. On the display was the planet's solar and lunar patterns, and Korvaiis made a rather satisfying discovery.
"Urod, belay the order to return to Metahnn. I have a better idea which will save us all some time and a lot of Credits." He said.


Urod was skeptical.


"No offense sir, but how do we salvage this situation?"





Korvaiis looked at him with a wicked smile.


"Their full moon starts tomorrow." He said with confidence.


Urod's own mouth curled into a smile as well.


"We have over seventy Elite Class Saiyans still alive and on board this vessel. That alone will be enough to Purge the planet tomorrow with little effort. As powerful as their warriors are while we are in this state, upon transformation they'll become as not but flies brushing our fur."





Urod cracked his neck.


"Very good sir. I will cancel the return to Metahnn and inform all Elite Class warriors aboard of the change in plans."





Korvaiis nodded, turning to the rest of the crew including Karas.


"The Elites will handle the Purging tomorrow during the full moon. The enemy's primary force have power levels exceeding 30,000, meaning that even when transformed many of you will be too weak to survive an all out assault with inferior numbers playing against us. But one day is all the Elites will need to dispose of this planet's inhabitants so we can all return to Metahnn and report success salvaging the Credits we otherwise would have lost out on. Even those of our forces who returned early due to injuries will be paid in full upon recovery."





The crew seemed overall to be satisfied with the results, as any excuse to protect such a high paying job would prove beneficial to all parties concerned.


With the plan now settled, everyone began to wait patiently for the next full moon which was now only 9 hours away.

Karas was silent as he heard Korvaiis' plan. It was tactically sound, and it didn't require Karas to actually take part in the genocide, so it was a win-win. As the crew left to go do their own things, Karas went back to the hangar. The amount of damage the ships had sustained was massive, but the mothership fortunately had plenty of parts to help the repairs along. Most Saiyans would consider what Karas did to be tedious and painstaking, but Karas wasn't an ordinary Saiyan. He loved the sound of bolts tightening, the hiss of valves, the sight of a project coming together, the feeling of a job well done after hours of work.


In a different time and place, he might have revolutionized technology as we know it and died a billionaire, but in this reality he was just a low-class Saiyan warrior with a metal arm and a penchant for machines, with his talents looked down upon, even as he was dragged from place to place against his will because of how necessary he was for the Empire to function at all.


One day, he wanted to change all of this. His goal for his species was for the brain to finally be mightier than the sword. But he knew his kind could never equal the aliens who had gotten them this far. Saiyans were warriors, first and foremost. Some of them were technicians, and a few were even pacifists. But they were hopelessly outnumbered by genocidal bloodthirsty killing machines. Even he couldn't escape his blood; he loved fighting as much as the next Saiyan. It was an impossible task, and so he would just have to resign himself to fixing things and killing people.


While his mind was contemplating this, his body was going through the motions of fixing up the ships, moving mechanically, pun not intended. He sighed as he picked up a drill and went to work in earnest.

 

[Kyero]

The hours passed, and the seconds ticked by like days. Every Elite Saiyan on board who's pride had been threatened by the retreat order was itching to return to the planet's surface and reap the benefits of the full moon's light. Oh how the tables would turn, and how the mighty would fall. The Purge would be complete, and they would all return to a wondrous pay check enough to buy a small house if they were so inclined or a training facility all their own. That, or perhaps upgraded Scouters or ships. A Saiyan could buy almost anything with the amount of Credits promised upon return.


*Tick*


*Tock*


*Tick*


*Tock*


**Beep!**


**Beep!**


**Beep!**


The alarms blared and the ship began to descend lower into the atmosphere. The bright orange and red lights of the fires of entry pierced the side windows, indicating their rapid descent. As the fires cleared and was replaced by a deep violet of the night with the full moon beginning to creep over the edge of the horizon, the Elites all shared a wicked smile as the ship ceased its descent and opened its numerous launch doors allowing them to fly out and down to the planet's surface.


Korvaiis and Urod floated down slowly, eyeing the battlefield as tens of thousands of enemies waited for them below. The enemies were all smiling, obviously taking stock in the odds. Tens of thousands versus around seventy Elite warriors of the Saiyan Race floating there watching them.


There was no chance.


The Saiyans were dead.


But then, it happened.


The Saiyans all looked off the horizon, and as they watched the full moon rise the enemy stood in bewilderment as to what they were looking at. When they saw the full moon, and the Saiyan's eyes began widening and turning white as their eyes began rolling back into their skulls. Their mouths curled in snarls, and their power levels began to skyrocket. Their bodies pulsed with power, bulking up slightly before returning to normal. Bulking up and returning to normal. Again, and again, and again!


The enemy began blasting the Saiyans, but it was too late. Their power levels had already grown too much and their bodies began growing at an alarming rate. They increased in size to massive proportions, their armor expanding with them as they transformed before the enemies very eyes into giant ape-like creatures.


The Saiyans roared in fury, glancing to one another and then down to their enemies...


A moment of silence, and then it began.


The Purge started in earnest with an energy blast from the mouth of one of the Elites, destroying a massive section of the city behind the enemy and taking out dozens of enemy soldiers as if they were nothing. One blast was followed by another, then another, and then another. The Saiyans took control instantly, destroying... No, annihilating the enemy in massive chunks with no quarter. It took only a few hours for the Saiyans to eradicate their enemies, and the Purge was complete. The enemy was destroyed overnight, and the cities laid to waste.


The next morning, the Saiyans had returned to normal and were back on their way to the mothership to return home and report their success.


A nice fat paycheck was waiting for them upon their return.

 

[Genon]

The hours passed, and the seconds ticked by like days. Every Elite Saiyan on board who's pride had been threatened by the retreat order was itching to return to the planet's surface and reap the benefits of the full moon's light. Oh how the tables would turn, and how the mighty would fall. The Purge would be complete, and they would all return to a wondrous pay check enough to buy a small house if they were so inclined or a training facility all their own. That, or perhaps upgraded Scouters or ships. A Saiyan could buy almost anything with the amount of Credits promised upon return.
*Tick*


*Tock*


*Tick*


*Tock*


**Beep!**


**Beep!**


**Beep!**


The alarms blared and the ship began to descend lower into the atmosphere. The bright orange and red lights of the fires of entry pierced the side windows, indicating their rapid descent. As the fires cleared and was replaced by a deep violet of the night with the full moon beginning to creep over the edge of the horizon, the Elites all shared a wicked smile as the ship ceased its descent and opened its numerous launch doors allowing them to fly out and down to the planet's surface.


Korvaiis and Urod floated down slowly, eyeing the battlefield as tens of thousands of enemies waited for them below. The enemies were all smiling, obviously taking stock in the odds. Tens of thousands versus around seventy Elite warriors of the Saiyan Race floating there watching them.


There was no chance.


The Saiyans were dead.


But then, it happened.


The Saiyans all looked off the horizon, and as they watched the full moon rise the enemy stood in bewilderment as to what they were looking at. When they saw the full moon, and the Saiyan's eyes began widening and turning white as their eyes began rolling back into their skulls. Their mouths curled in snarls, and their power levels began to skyrocket. Their bodies pulsed with power, bulking up slightly before returning to normal. Bulking up and returning to normal. Again, and again, and again!


The enemy began blasting the Saiyans, but it was too late. Their power levels had already grown too much and their bodies began growing at an alarming rate. They increased in size to massive proportions, their armor expanding with them as they transformed before the enemies very eyes into giant ape-like creatures.


The Saiyans roared in fury, glancing to one another and then down to their enemies...


A moment of silence, and then it began.


The Purge started in earnest with an energy blast from the mouth of one of the Elites, destroying a massive section of the city behind the enemy and taking out dozens of enemy soldiers as if they were nothing. One blast was followed by another, then another, and then another. The Saiyans took control instantly, destroying... No, annihilating the enemy in massive chunks with no quarter. It took only a few hours for the Saiyans to eradicate their enemies, and the Purge was complete. The enemy was destroyed overnight, and the cities laid to waste.


The next morning, the Saiyans had returned to normal and were back on their way to the mothership to return home and report their success.


A nice fat paycheck was waiting for them upon their return.

By the time he heard the sounds of the Saiyans returning, Karas had made immense progress on the ships. The mothership had everything he needed, including the circuit boards, guidance systems, life support systems, engine parts, you name it. The Raid Group's ships were the easiest to fix, since they were all stock models. It was just a matter of following the blueprint and putting everything back in its place. He had fixed two ships so far, namely Era's and Sil's, with a third one on its way to completion. He still wouldn't be able to fix the customized parts from his own ship, but he was getting an enormous paycheck thanks to the Elites so it didn't matter right now. Hopefully he could just fly to that space station again and buy the parts with his paycheck.


*timeskip*


Within 48 hours, Karas had gotten all ships in Raid Group 02A up to stock model performance, and tuned his ship to its previous settings and made it easier to modify when he was going to buy his custom parts.

 

[Kyero]

((For future knowledge, I am the only one who may control the passage of time in the RP. If you need a time skip for whatever reason, let me know and I will provide it in my next post or update my previous post to accommodate your needs. Thank you))

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A total of four days passed before the Saiyans reached their home world of Metahnn. The Raid had been a success thanks to a last minute appearance by the full moon, and now, despite taking heavy losses exceeding 400 Saiyans from across the numerous Raid Groups, the survivors had come home with success and now were able to acquire the promised pay.


For Commander Korvaiis and the Saiyans of Raid Group 02A, the payment came to a grand total of 42,000 Credits due to acquiring success from the jaws of defeat. The Commander's renown had been a partial key to this payment, as the majority of Raid Groups only received a 36,000 Credit payment. But still, there were few complaints regarding this arrangement.


After acquiring his payment in full, the Commander visited the Medical Bay where both Era and Sil'Eph were being kept on life support for their injuries. Both women had taken substantial internal damage from their aggressor, with Era taking the worst of it. On the outside they looked fine, speaking to the toughness of both of them, but inside they were lucky to be in... well, relatively one piece. The doctors had managed to reset all their broken and shattered bones, reconstruct damaged muscle groups, and mend damaged organ tissues. It was a long and arduous process which took the doctors over 14 hours to complete, but thanks to their advanced medical technology from their brothers of ages past before they were wiped out by Inecros, they had taken great strides in medicine and bodily reconstruction.


Both women were expected to recover within three weeks time with care and rest, though the doctors were a bit concerned and insisted that they be held for the entirety of the process. The Commander was not opposed to this, as he, Urod, and Karas would be enough to complete most average Raids without the help of the two women. Still, seeing his comrades in this condition was heart wrenching for the Commander.


Beneath his tough and professional exterior, he was a caring and proud leader of a fine group of young men and women under his command. He was proud of what they were able to accomplish, being Low Class Saiyans, and had worked hard to ensure they'd be able to enjoy the lives they wanted and deserved to enjoy without fear of death. But death had nearly found them that day. Luckily, they were sent back to Metahnn on a hyper-space capable medical vessel which made the trip back to Metahnn in just under 8 hours. They had been rushed to this Medical Bay, and were saved by the quick and expert capabilities of the best doctors. There were others in similar conditions, some of whom would not recover at all. The two women were lucky to be alive.


The Commander was about to leave when he was pulled away to speak in private with one of the doctors which gave him a bit of concern at first until the doctor began speaking.


"Commander Korvaiis, may I have a word?" The doctor asked.


"Go on." He said.


"I discovered something strange in the one named Era."





"Strange, doctor?"





"Yes, Commander. It's her brainwaves." He said, leading the Commander to an empty room.


He turned on the monitor and brought up a normal brainwave pattern wave on the display.


"This is what our normal brainwaves are supposed to look like, but these..." He switched the monitor to display a different pattern, far removed from the sine-wave like pattern of normal brainwave activity.


"These are Era's new brainwaves... Something is happening inside her brain, and I am not yet certain of just what it is. But-"


The doctor was interrupted by a nurse coming into the room.


"Doctor, it's happening to Sil'Eph niir as well!" She said.


"Her too?" He asked.


"Yes, doctor!"


The doctor thanked the nurse for the information and shooed her away, resuming his conversation with the Commander.


"Is this a bad thing doctor?" Korvaiis asked.


"I do not yet know, but there hasn't seemed to be any negative effects on Era's recovery at this time. The change in brainwaves is unsettling, but so long as she remains under strict observation I believe that even if negative effects arise we can prevent anything bad from happening to her."





"Make sure you do that, doctor. I don't think I need to tell you that one recommendation from me and your license will be pulled for malpractice. If Era and Sil don't live through this, you can be sure that is the first thing I will do."





"Y-yes Commander. I will ensure their survival whatever the cost."





"Good. Then keep an eye on them and inform me immediately of any changes."





"Yes, sir."





With that, Korvaiis left the Medical Bay where Urod was waiting for him in the sky.


"Something wrong, Commander?" Urod asked.


"No... Not yet."


""Yet," sir?"





"Yes. Nothing yet. Era's brainwaves had changed, and Sil's just after the doctor asked to speak to me. Something's happening to them, and I'm not sure what."





Urod looked questioningly at the ground below, contemplating what could be taking place. However, he was unable to think of anything.


"For now we will rest. There's no sense in worrying about the two of them at this stage. The doctor has assured me of their survival, so we will take him at his word. Keep an ear out for any new Raid assignments, and if any opportunities arise, inform me right away."





"Yes, Commander." Urod said with a salute.


He then took off for home to rest, leaving Korvaiis floating in the sky above the Medical Bay where he continued to silently contemplate what was happening to Era and Sil.

 

[Denezen]

Being roused once again by his ship’s routine systems, Itta stirred from his sleep. Opening his eyes, his next destination came into view: Metahnn. The home planet of their races budding empire, and the next stop for Itta. This stop was the fourth in his journey to find a raid group oh his own. His original choice, Raid Group 21B, was his fathers and where he wanted to show the strength of his family. They learned of his heritage though, and laughed at him as they refused his request. They didn’t want the son of the failure of their now quite successful group. The next two attempts to join where met with similar results. One snobby group shutting him down after a scan of his power level. The other was more more antagonistic, having him spar with an elite to prove his worth.


Itta rubbed the back of his neck with that last memory. He thought he was doing fine during the duel. He able to land a single punch against the opponent who was mocking him through the fight. Of course, the elite then turned serious and delivered a swift counter chop to the back of his neck. Next thing he knew, he was rising from the ground alone in the dark, their answer clear. Though the rejection stung, Itta had a good feeling about the next group.


02A was only six members strong in its second year, a fifth of the amount most groups have after the same time. The lone sayian thought that this could mean two things: 1. They are desperate for members, and would accept someone of Itta’s spirit, or 2. They are an skilled group, being picky who they allow in. Though either would be nice, Itta was hoping for the second. Simply being accepted wouldn’t have the satisfaction of having to prove himself. The second thought would be a more meaningful Raid Group to belong too.


As Itta descended into the planet, he had to stop himself from shaking from the excitement. With the fight of the elite still fresh in his mind, he wondered if he would have to do something similar. There was news floating around of a successful purge with quite a high reward for the combatants. It might of been quite a difficult battle with so much to gain. With so few in numbers, he hoped there wasn’t any fatalities among the small group of warriors. Itta wished he knew more about the purge as his ship landed. How tough were the opponents, how easy the victory, how large the spoils. With such thoughts running through his head, the raid-less sayian couldn’t contain himself.


Bursting out of his one man ship, Itta started throwing some punches wildly into the air. Calming down a bit, the motions turned into stretches for his restless muscles. Never one for space travel, Itta was always frustrated by how still the trips from planets could be. Now in the open, he could move as free as he wanted. Remembering the name of the recruiter of the 02A group, Nei, Itta left his ship in search of his potential new raid group.

 

[Genon]

@Kyero


When he finally got his ship back to his relatively modest home, the first thing Karas did was fly to the doctor's office and get a checkup. Flying took almost no effort for him, he could easily get to the doctor despite his injuries. He was told to stay for 2 days for his ribs to heal. As he lay in bed, he got a notification on his Scouter. He was now 42,000 credits richer. Say what you would about their morals, but boy did Raid groups get paid well. As he sat in bed, his chest in a cast for safety's sake, he began browsing alien networks on his Scouter.


The Saiyans were a cultural backwater, and he wanted no part of their "eat, train, fight, sleep" mentality. Granted, it got results, and he did love him some good sparring, but was that really all you wanted to do with your life? Just train to kill all day? The alien cultures were far more interesting. They had news, they had shows, and even music! There was so much stuff you could do just by putting a subspace transceiver in a Scouter!


Of course, as usual, no-one gave a shit about the cultures he examined through his little eyepiece, and his colleagues in the PDC thought him to be eccentric for even caring about alien media. After all, wasn't strength the highest virtue in life? Wasn't allowing yourself to be absorbed by other cultures a sign of weakness? He always said to them right back that it was aliens that had given the species space travel, and they said in return that the Saiyans only took practical things from aliens, not frivolous displays like dramas and comedies. The conversation would usually end in agreeing to disagree, and he didn't make very many friends in his unit because of this. But they all knew they needed each other on the battlefield, so it hadn't cut into his unit's performance yet.


He turned off his Scouter's display and stared at the ceiling, sunlight streaming in through the window. But the moment it does interfere, I know someone higher-up is going to kick me out...if they haven't decided on that already, he thought bitterly before turning on his Scouter again and getting back on the subspace.


The day passed on like this, and Karas laid there, waiting for to be cleared to leave.

 

[Kyero]

With Era and Sil being taken care of and Urod on his way home for some much needed rest, Korvaiis flicked the button on his Scouter.


"Nei, come in." He said.


A moment of static, and then a response.


"Yes, Commander?" He asked.


"Anything new to report since our return?"





"No, sir. Nothing new."





"Very well. Then when you have some free time I want you to go to the Recruitment Offices. I believe you know why."





"Yes, sir. I remember. I will head there now as Kendra is taking care of the paperwork."





"Good."





"Very good, sir. Nei out."





Korvaiis turned off the comms on his Scouter, and took in a deep breath as he looked around for something to do.


Meanwhile, back at the Recruitment Offices, Nei landed in front of the main doors and walked inside. He greeted the guards inside, having known them from years back, and walked in the back room where only official Recruiters were allowed. He picked up the clipboard where the list of possible new recruits according to Korvaiis' specifications was laid out and ready. He grabbed a pen and checked off tow names he recognized immediately and would never be allowed on board. He took the appearance of those names to be a joke by Korvaiis, and chuckled a bit.


However, he then walked out of the Offices and floated above the building. He activated his Scouter.


"Attention, Murdock Delfore. Please come to the Recruitment Offices immediately. I repeat. Murdock Delfore, please come to the Recruitment Offices immediately."





He waited for a few minutes, and was greeted by Murdock Delfore. He was a Low Class warrior, which was fairly typical of these Recruitments as most of those higher than Low Class were already signed to other Raid Groups. His power level was 680, which was fairly impressive for a Low Class of his age. Being only 20 years old, he was young and ambitious and had applied to Raid Group 02A because of the Commander's reputation. However, Nei had a few special questions for the lad to determine if he was good material for the Raid Group.


"So you're here to hire me for the Raid Group?" Murdock asked.


Nei arched an eyebrow.


"Where were you born?" He asked.


"Metahnn."


"What sector?"





"4C."


"When did your power level stop growing?"





"Just last year."


"Why?"





"... Excuse me?"


"Why did your power stop growing?"





"Umm... No offense, sir, but you know that a Saiyan's power is predetermined at birth don't you? Once it reaches its genetic limit, we don't get any stronger."


"Hmm..."





Nei made a few notes on the clipboard before continuing.


"Next question: Do you believe your Ki is a weapon?"





"Well, of course sir. That's what the Saiyans have always used Ki for."


"Mmm..."





A few more notes.


"Last question: What is your purpose?"





"My purpose, sir?"


"If I have to repeat myself this will take twice as long."





"Well... Um... I believe my purpose is to be the best warrior I can be and do my part to help the Saiyan race prosper."


"Hmm..."





He jotted a few more notes down, and then looked to Murdock.


"My condolences, Murdock. But according to Commander Korvaiis' specifications and instructions, you have failed this Recruitment test. Please find another Raid Group. Good day." He said.


Murdock was a bit depressed, but seemed more angry and resentful than anything else. He flew off in a mild huff, but didn't say a further word.


"Attention, Itta Estrella. Come to the Recruitment Offices immediately. I repeat. Itta Estrella, come to the Recruitment Offices immediately." He said.


He then waited for Itta to show himself.

 

[Denezen]

Compared to the howling wind that rushed by his ears earlier today, the air in the waiting room could only be called stuffy. Sitting down with his elbows on his knees, Itta was tapping his foot while resting his chin on his laced fingers. With his eyes closed, the applicant could only listen to the silence of the room. He didn’t want to measure himself against the other hopefuls, already assuming that they would be a higher power than him. He didn’t want to know by how much. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he wondered how many new recruits 02A was taking today.


"Attention, Murdock Delfore. Please come to the Recruitment Offices immediately. I repeat. Murdock Delfore, please come to the Recruitment Offices immediately."


The sound of the intercom tore Itta from his resting position to a straight posture. Though as the sound of not-his-name registered, it grew more slack again. Leaning back into his chair this time, he tore his hands apart and relaxed them on the arm rest. Though as the time seemed to continue, his grip against the chair tightened. If Itta was paying attention to his surroundings, he would of heard the small snickering of sayians. Those laughing saw him as weak and scared, shaking in his chair before a measly interview. They were wrong. Itta was too excited and could barely contain it as he waited.


“...ind of stupid question were those. ‘Why my power stop increasing?’ cause everyone’s power stops gro...”


The ranting broke his trance in the chair, turning his head to just catch the literal tail of a sayian storm out of the building. Before he could return to his waiting, his head jerked up towards the noise of the intercom turning on.


"Attention, Itta Estrella. Come to the Recruitment Offices immediately. I repeat. Itta Estrella, come to the Recruitment Offices immediately."


As soon as he heard his name, Itta raised himself off the now slightly deformed chair. By the time the message had finished, he was already disappearing down the hall the rejected sayian came from. Reaching his destination, the door was slightly ajar. Pushing it further open to get in without having to slide through the narrow gap, Itta was finally face-to-face with his evaluator. Feeling the interview has already begun, Itta never broke eye contact with Nei as he made his way to the applicant’s chair. Finally seated, Itta finally thought he would break the silence,


“Thank you for having me today.”

 

[Kyero]

Nei glared daggers at Itta as he came up to his position and sat down. He jotted something on the clipboard, and then proceeded to ask his first questions.


"Itta Estrella... You come from a strong bloodline, strange as it may sound at first for me to say so." He said, checking his clipboard and then glancing up from under his eyebrows at Itta once more.


"Now then, tell me the basics: Where were you born? In what Sector were you born? And When did your power stop increasing?" He said, halting there on his list of questions as he had a few new ones for Itta waiting in the wings.

 

[Denezen]

Itta hoped his reviewer didn’t notice the shock on his face when he said he was from a strong blood. Regaining his composure as Nei glanced up, he kept tried to keep his face of betraying any emotion. He held his composure as the questions were listed off, waiting to rattle off the basic information back to his recruiter.


“In order, I was born Ferohn in section 3C, though I have been planet hopping since Netalia came into power,” Itta began. “As for my power level, I still don’t think I’ve reach my top limit yet. Got knocked around by elite not to long ago, and the scouter reads a bit higher. Hehe. Though not as much as in my teens though, I doubt I’ll break 300 before I reach my limit.”


It was the truth of the matter, but it still hurt giving that last bit of information. Finally breaking eye contact, Itta’s head leaned down. His hands tightened around his knees in frustration. But, his pride wouldn’t let him wallow in his misfortune. After a brief second, the applicant took a quick breath and regained his composure, eyes focused again on the only other person in the room.

 

[Kyero]

Nei watched Itta like a predator watches its prey the entire time Itta have his answers.


He jotted a few things down on his clipboard, and then looked back unto Itta.


"Very well. With the basic questions out of the way, it's time to move on."





He took a moment to lift the first piece of paper just slightly, making sure Itta could not see what he'd written. He checked his list of questions in waiting, choosing carefully which to ask first. Finally, he set the paper down and looked back to Itta.


"Tell me, Itta Estrella... What is your purpose?" He asked calmly.


It was a generalized question, and on purpose. Hardly any Saiyan knew of a purpose beyond to "fight and grow as powerful as I can become!" That answer was not acceptable. In life, one had more purpose than that. The Commander knew it, and he expected everyone under his command to know it as well. If Itta viewed his purpose as to become as powerful as he could, he would be in danger of failing this Recruitment test. In truth, almost anything else would do from "I want to become the best warrior I can be," to "I do not know what my purpose is yet."


Era answered with she didn't know what her purpose was, and had passed. So the question was... would Itta?

 

[Denezen]

“My purpose?”


The question was not unexpected, but still managed to catch him a bit off guard. His purpose has been driving him for over a decade. The question brought only one answer to mind, and the thought escaped his mouth before he could even formulate it.


“To be strong.”


He said the words not as a warrior declaring his strength, but of as a child making a wish. He left the answer without a follow up, still caught up in the past of fulfilling his purpose. A few seconds past without any clarification, before Itta broke free and informed his questioner of the rest of his answer.


“You said yourself that I came from a strong bloodline. I’m glad you think so, though I don’t know why, but not everyone seems to share your thoughts. The Estrella have mostly had power levels near the lowest of the low class., but that has never stopped us.” A proud smile spread across the applicant’s face at that declaration. “To be strong strong against the most powerful of opponents. To be strong against impossible odds. To be strong, even in the face of death, That is my purpose.”

 

[Kyero]

Nei arched an eyebrow listening to Itta's first response, not finding it to be good enough. However, after a moment, Itta continued and his clarification caused a brief flash in Nei's eye.


"I see..." He said, marking it down.


He subtly nodded his head.


Not bad, he thought to himself.


"All right. My next question is this... Do you believe that you have limits, despite common knowledge that Saiyans have a genetic limit to how strong they can become?" He asked.

 

[Denezen]

Itta grimaced a bit at his next question. He wondered if others were asked the same question, or just him. He has struggled with the question himself, a permanently low power level would be the end of him like his father. But in his search for an answer, he found an alternative. Something that helped motivate him to keep striving forward.


“Genetic power limits, of course. Unless something new has arisen, once you hit your threshold that’s it.” A solemn look was placed on his face as he gave out this known fact of life. “But power level is just one way of growing stronger. How you use that strength, the technique to throw a punch, the ability to catch your opponent off guard. These are limitless. A warrior who thinks they’re at their limit just because a number isn’t increasing is foolish. Many strong fighters have fallen to weaker foes just because they knew how to use their power better. A master with a knife is better than a novice with a sword I like to say.”


A smile took hold of his face again as he explained. The lights bright in his eyes with hope. Hope that what he saying was fact. His body was responding to the enthusiasm of his answer. his hands slightly in the air to exaggerate his small speech. His fist clenched tightly, remembering the blow he landed against the elite. The feel of his armor on his knuckles cementing the idea firmly in his head.

 

[Kyero]

Nei listened to Itta's answer, and was satisfied with it.


Indeed, he was truth. A lower power level did not guarantee a loser. A shrewd warrior could find ways around a power level difference which was displayed by a Scouter.


He jotted down a few more notes, and then asked one final question.


"My final question to you, Itta Estrella, is this... Despite your low power level, would you serve bravely on the front lines alongside Commander Korvaiis, Sub-Commander Urod, Kendra, or myself whether or not you knew we needed your assistance because of our much greater power levels? And why?"