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He entered the planet's atmosphere so smoothly that it didn't awaken him from his favorite past time. His beauty rest was important to him, especially during a trip as boring as this one. It was easier in the past. In the past, he had his confident with him, Aurora. She would engage him in conversation and the two would laugh about this and that, but things were different. She was gone now, and all The Ashen Devil had was himself.
The Spacepod's landing alarms spoke to Qui, gently awakening the Ocyrian from his eight hour slumber. It was informing Qui of the arrival to the planet of the Saiya-jins, Planet Sadal. His vision gained focus as his black eyes opened and he looked through the glass opening in the pod's door.
His expression remained stoic as he took in the sights, green expanses of forest stretching for as far as the eye could see. A stark contrast to his homeworld of Nemu. He narrowed his eyes at the bright morning sun, slowly climbing over the horizon. <Hunh...nice place, I guess. Course, I didn't come here to do no sight seein'. Came here to get stronger, I ain't no damned tourist.>
But then it occurred to Qui that if he stepped out of this pod, war bow blazing, that may not bode well for a single warrior. No matter how strong he was or how strong he was to become, he needed to play things intelligently if he wanted to advance in this life. No more shady deals with an unknown benefactor. One advantage of not having Aurora around. He shrugged, taking manual control of the Space Pod.
His eyes would search the landscape for any sort of clearing, preferably close to a source or fresh water. Having survived in the wilds of Nemu for most of his life, The Ashen Devil was well versed in the ways of wilderness survival. Finding an obscure spot inside of a decline surrounded by trees, he'd set his pod down there. The pod's hatch would open with a groan, steam pouring forth from it as he stepped foot on the cold, wet ground beneath his feet.
<Damn...this place is almost as quiet as Plant was. But...of course, I have landed outside of the city. After all, these appear to be Outlands of some sort...> the warrior would soon go about cutting down trees and gathering leaves, building a makeshift shelter. He knew he'd need to act quickly, for he had no idea what the nights were like on Sadal. Best to be prepared than be dead....
Having built a small shelter around his pod, the Ocyrian would venture out into the woods in search of any sort of wildlife that may make a good meal. Slinging his war bow into his hands, he stayed low...truly a strange sight as he was seven feet tall...a giant compared to most. Yet, he moved through the woods swiftly...quietly...
He'd spotted an animal, not so much unlike a boar...and trained one of his arrows on it...those spiritual arrows he'd create from thin air...when he felt another signature near him. He'd curse to himself. <Fuck...and along comes someone to ruin my hunt...>
As per the usual, Rutaba would be making his rounds on the planet, walking around with his Ki Sense constantly probing the atmosphere for anyone who may be landing on the surface of the planet. It was an uneventful day, like most days, but the Saiyan couldn't complain. As long as the days were uneventful, that means that nothing bad was going on around there, as he would be called if he was needed anyway. But despite that, the final break in this routine would come as he felt a power signature falling into the orbit, attached to a Spacepod that was flying towards the planet. He would slowly stretch, preparing himself to go over there. He had to keep with his average system, he was going to greet this person to his planet as humbly as possible. It would also serve as a way to gauge who this person was and why they were there, and most importantly in his own mind... if they were trouble.
He would flare up his ki aura, a smile on his face as he would track the pod down to its landing point, as well as the power that had exited the pod itself. He would keep a fair distance away to just watch and see what they were doing. It seemed like they were trying to hunt creatures in this forest, which was an odd thing for someone to do right off the bat. They did know that there was a city full of nice food nearby, right? But perhaps this was one of those warrior races who cherished hunting their own prey to provide themselves with nourishment. Rutaba couldn't bash this idea too hard, and he couldn't judge in any way either. Every race had their quirks and ideologies, he had no right to say they were wrong. He just knew he had to stop it if it became a problem, which at this point, it certainly was not. But the question still remained in his head, why exactly did this person choose to hunt first thing after they landed. This wasn't some uninhabited planet full of surprises and mystery, the man could just as easily make room for himself in the city to head out like this whenever.
The Saiyan was dragging on in his head, however, so he inevitably decided to Suppress his power level extremely low, so as to come off as unthreatening as possible, descending down to touch down behind the figure, crouching down himself so as to not disrupt this man's business. If he needed to hunt, surely a random Saiyan bugging him would ruin perfect shots and the like. But at the same time, Rutaba needed to bide his time to get a better chance to interact with this man. He couldn't just neglect this first encounter, after all, this was the most important time to see if this man was friend or foe. So, without so much as a single word, Rutaba would just sit down, staring at this colossal figure before him. Among many people, Rutaba was somewhat tall, but this man was massive in comparison. Rutaba watched with great intent at this warrior holding his bow, this truly felt like he was watching an ancient warrior fighting for survival against the elements. Once again, he couldn't really judge against it either, this could very well be the man's very livelyhood. For now, he would wait for the man to fire his bow and finish his hunt before further interaction. [Rutaba PL: 6,152] [Suppressed: 10]
Like many Par'lunians, his tribe, Qui had been cast out into the wilderness as a very young child to survive. In the wild it was survival of the fittest and it was quite apparent that Qui Jon Ki was very fit. He had the look of a warrior, his muscles large with Ashen white skin stretched over them scarred by many battles from his past. As customary with his people, he had a large tattoo going from over his left eye and snaking down his neck, around his torso and back; it extended fully down his right leg and into his boot. The tattoo was the color of blood, perhaps made with the substance itself.
The Ashen Devil sniffed the air for a moment, as he didn't sense the precense behind him. He did, however, smell the newcomer yet he chose to ignore him as he focused on his prey. He'd close one eye and pull his fingers back...and the odd thing about his bow? It had no string to it. He'd focused his energy into the object itself and created an arrow made of pure power. There was no "twang" as he released the energy arrow, powered by his own spirit. The arrow would strike true, right at a point where the creature's heart would be. Swift, painless death...the creature fell in one shot.
Rather than run over to the creature like a neanderthal, Qui would stand and walk over to it with a certain stride in his step as he swung his bow back onto his back to be held there by a leather strap. He kneeled, going about skinning the creature with an energy blade protruding from his large hand. A man had to eat...he sniffed the air once more. Through the corner of his eye, he looked in the direction of Rutaba..."Hungry?" He would stand up with a grin on his face, holding the large board by it's hind legs...guts hanging out...
This was a rare and fascinating sight for the Peacekeeper, it wasn't often that he would get to see a true hunter in its own element, slaying its prey with a single blow like clockwork. Now away, people would just blast it and take it back like that. Not this man. The bow itself was a fine piece of work, but the arrows were a finer work all their own. True, regularly crafted arrows took hard work to make right but there was something intriguing and amazing about arrows made from pure energy, and even then the bow had no string, the frame was more or less just a template of a bow itself, used to house this energy arrow that would be fired soon after.
Rutaba would just smirk softly, the form was truly that of a regular old hunter. Even though the modern age had so much more convenient ways of doing things, there was always something nice about seeing people taking up or carrying on old ways like tradition. It was truly one of the only links between their time and one that was far in the past. The Saiyan's eyes would follow the warrior as he skinned the creature, making yet another tool made out of pure energy, the technique fascinated him but he pushed no further than just his eyes as he was then asked by the warrior a very curious question.
It wasn't his place entirely to take part in the meal of another warrior, as a Saiyan he got fed well by the many establishments in the city. He wasn't extremely hungry either... but the Saiyan side of him was all too real. Besides, this man had actually offered him the meal in the first place. Rutaba would grin back at the man as he answered. "Sure, I'll make sure to pay you back for it later." his words were brief, as he didn't want to upset the order of things too much. Rutaba would stand from his sitting position and just stretch. Although this warrior used more primitive means of getting a meal, it was actually quite refined, this was no brute. Which truly explained how he got here from another planet. "If you need any help by the way, I'd be glad to help with this meal of yours." he would give a slight bow, he didn't expect any formalities from this warrior, but he couldn't forget his manners when dealing with others even if they were different.
Demalia was in the cockpit of her ship, typing in some notes on her laptop. So far the trip to Sadal had been surprisingly productive. She had ran into a member of the Sadal Defense Force right off the bat, as well as an alien she couldn’t identify. The Tuffle hybrid had shared information with the Saiyan, and hoped to get some training from him.
<He is a part of three defense force, so he had experience in fighting. I hope I can learn a lot from him.>
Demalia was a pacifist by nature and hated fighting. Which was ironic considering that her power was above most other individuals she encountered. She lacked the experience to effectively use it, but she hoped that would change in the near future.
<There’s too much at stake for me not to grow stronger. I can't let hostile people come to my planet and threaten to harm us. They’re likely doing harm on other planets too. I’ll make sure abject cruelty like that won't happen on other planets as well.>
Demalia had four encounters with hostile aliens, two of which attacked her. One of them resulted in the death of her parents. Their deaths were completely random and shouldn’t have happened at all. It made Demalia all the more determined to achieve her goals.
Suddenly, Demalia’s scouter beeped. She put it on, and noticed two power levels that stood out. One of them appeared to be Rutaba’s, since it matched the reading he had when they first met. The other one she didn't recognize though. Demalia noticed something odd right away.
<They’re both a fair distance away from the city. Why would they be out that far?>
Being the curious individual that she was, Demalia was going to investigate this. She activated her shio, flying out of the city and towards the two powers. Soon enough, she could see two figures off in the distance. She landed her ship 30 feet away from them, slowly descending it so as not to damage it. Demalia excited her ship, first spotting the Saiyan she was getting to know.
“Is the defense force lax when it comes to have time off? You seem able me meet anyone who comes to Sa...dal.”
Demalia froze in her tracks when she saw the person Rutaba was with. It was one of the aliens who had caused the death of her parents. Demalia felt the anger rising within her. She was focusing on Qui entirely now. She had tunnel vision towards the tall alien. Nothing else mattered right now.
“You! What are you doing here?!”
Demalia glared at the large alien, her hand sliding into her pocket. If he was here to harm others, then she was going to everything in her power to stop him. Hopefully she wouldn't have to draw her weapon.
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Last Edit: Dec 18, 2017 13:04:57 GMT -5 by Demalia
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