Post by Saibacus on Sept 18, 2018 10:20:57 GMT -5
[Heavy Weights one 101,291 PL Reduced by 75% too 25,323 PL]
It had been a somewhat calm since he'd arrived on earth not so many days prior. He had not always found warm welcome from natives and other visitors but nothing as violent as from other planets or mercenaries that wondered the galaxy. It was a place that for the most part he could catch his breath and allow his body to rest. The night sky of earth as crimson eyes looked towards the sky marveled at similarities between this sky and the one from Namek. The view was a calming reminder of a otherwise chilling time in his life. He'd slain two soldiers to whom he had never been sure who they served. Simply for being born more powerful then he should have been. Fear had caused them to act and in turn was what brought about their own senseless demise.
Saibacus leaned back against a rock as the fires next to him flickered a bright dance of light. Shadows chasing at the edge of the lights grasp. He thought back to those times of namek as a heavy breath drew in and left his small body. Learning about a world and life back then was hectic. Keeping out of sight from most beings and surviving from the occasional kindness from the namekians that chose not to flee upon first sight. He had a few that had become as close as he could understand of a friend back then. It allowed him what few nights respite he needed to slowly learn how to survive as well as thrive in the wilds. Slowly keeping away more and more though as he learned not wanting to risk others who helped should some view it as a dark act or wish to to stop them.
His education what little there was and power of the written word and spoken tongue came from the tablet he held onto for so long. Until it finally wore out from constant use the small data pad had provided him with some information of the world beyond the planets borders. Taught him to read and various other skills to some extent. Knowledge of some history as well as other tasks taken to heart before the tech was eventually busted in from constant use. His time wondering when he left namek was just as chaotic if not more dangerous before he finally made his way to earth. It was always assumed he had gone rogue or belonged to someone in most meetings with civilized life. Usually more then not given very little if any respect unless earned at the cost several times higher then would have been needed from a man of any other species. But what hadn't killed him had only succeeded in making him stronger.
The small body shifted lightly upon the warm ground as the night air stirred with a light chill around him. His weapons kept close along with his pack all secured neatly together via restraints and light bindings. The smell of meat wafted from the fire as thankfully with this worlds more kind and calm demeanor he had been able to take to the hunt without much worry when in its wilds more untamed places of this worlds lands. This planet had game of all kinds that made him think of what he'd seen on some other planets. The large lizard like beasts, or giant fish that filled the rivers and seas were enough to keep one of his size fed quite easily. But a saibamen's stomach could taken in quite a large amount of intake if they so desired almost as much as a saiyan if they were allowed. Their bodies breaking down everything they ate and making use of it the waste becoming the acid juices they could use to defend themselves as well or expelled in other ways too of course if needed.
His claw tipped fingers would pull one of the sticks from the flame to allow him to bite and devour the meet that's scent made him salivate at the sensation of it. The taste of steaming meat though making him miss the taste of Namekian crab. The beasts were dangerous but he never forgot the taste of the soft meat that was kept under their hard shells. Something of a longed for taste he'd missed since leaving the strange world. Perhaps he'd return once he felt it was a bit safer in the future. Part of him often thought back of the few Namekians that had offered him aiding hand. He felt such a kind people if truly pleaded to could perhaps offer help to even him or others like him. The idea though somber as it was only lightly plagued his mind as he ate in relative silence warming near his fire. Only the sounds of the wastelands creatures of the night lightly playing in the back drop of the area.
He wondered and thought of others like him now and again in times of great silence such as this. When he relaxed and his mind had time to wonder on such idol thoughts. Many of his kind were mindless and never given the chance to live beyond their initial purpose and wiped out at tasks end. Those that were kept around were usually stuck to such menial tasks for their short lives as their masters had no desire to do such lowly jobs. If he often wondered if such ways could be changed the way his people were viewed as mere objects to be used and caste away as if they were tools only to be kept until broken or blunted. He liked to imagine what it would be like if they had their own place like so many other people in the galaxy. Or given some respite from the hard lives one could expect. But so many of those few had no idea even such a change could even be dreamt of. He imagined what could happen if one who knew better planted and helped perhaps them to learn and see a bigger picture then what was around the soil they rose from. Or what would happen if those that planted and created people like him would allow some more freedom or understanding to the creations they birthed. But such changes seemed impossible as even to imagine them was hard for the small warrior. But still it was a dream he could keep close as his eye lids grew heavy and slowly closed over his crimson eyes. A dream of a world or place where he and people like him Saibamen or even other races treated so ill could live more free without a master standing over them. It was enough to soothe a his troubled mind even if only ever so lightly.
WC 1142
It had been a somewhat calm since he'd arrived on earth not so many days prior. He had not always found warm welcome from natives and other visitors but nothing as violent as from other planets or mercenaries that wondered the galaxy. It was a place that for the most part he could catch his breath and allow his body to rest. The night sky of earth as crimson eyes looked towards the sky marveled at similarities between this sky and the one from Namek. The view was a calming reminder of a otherwise chilling time in his life. He'd slain two soldiers to whom he had never been sure who they served. Simply for being born more powerful then he should have been. Fear had caused them to act and in turn was what brought about their own senseless demise.
Saibacus leaned back against a rock as the fires next to him flickered a bright dance of light. Shadows chasing at the edge of the lights grasp. He thought back to those times of namek as a heavy breath drew in and left his small body. Learning about a world and life back then was hectic. Keeping out of sight from most beings and surviving from the occasional kindness from the namekians that chose not to flee upon first sight. He had a few that had become as close as he could understand of a friend back then. It allowed him what few nights respite he needed to slowly learn how to survive as well as thrive in the wilds. Slowly keeping away more and more though as he learned not wanting to risk others who helped should some view it as a dark act or wish to to stop them.
His education what little there was and power of the written word and spoken tongue came from the tablet he held onto for so long. Until it finally wore out from constant use the small data pad had provided him with some information of the world beyond the planets borders. Taught him to read and various other skills to some extent. Knowledge of some history as well as other tasks taken to heart before the tech was eventually busted in from constant use. His time wondering when he left namek was just as chaotic if not more dangerous before he finally made his way to earth. It was always assumed he had gone rogue or belonged to someone in most meetings with civilized life. Usually more then not given very little if any respect unless earned at the cost several times higher then would have been needed from a man of any other species. But what hadn't killed him had only succeeded in making him stronger.
The small body shifted lightly upon the warm ground as the night air stirred with a light chill around him. His weapons kept close along with his pack all secured neatly together via restraints and light bindings. The smell of meat wafted from the fire as thankfully with this worlds more kind and calm demeanor he had been able to take to the hunt without much worry when in its wilds more untamed places of this worlds lands. This planet had game of all kinds that made him think of what he'd seen on some other planets. The large lizard like beasts, or giant fish that filled the rivers and seas were enough to keep one of his size fed quite easily. But a saibamen's stomach could taken in quite a large amount of intake if they so desired almost as much as a saiyan if they were allowed. Their bodies breaking down everything they ate and making use of it the waste becoming the acid juices they could use to defend themselves as well or expelled in other ways too of course if needed.
His claw tipped fingers would pull one of the sticks from the flame to allow him to bite and devour the meet that's scent made him salivate at the sensation of it. The taste of steaming meat though making him miss the taste of Namekian crab. The beasts were dangerous but he never forgot the taste of the soft meat that was kept under their hard shells. Something of a longed for taste he'd missed since leaving the strange world. Perhaps he'd return once he felt it was a bit safer in the future. Part of him often thought back of the few Namekians that had offered him aiding hand. He felt such a kind people if truly pleaded to could perhaps offer help to even him or others like him. The idea though somber as it was only lightly plagued his mind as he ate in relative silence warming near his fire. Only the sounds of the wastelands creatures of the night lightly playing in the back drop of the area.
He wondered and thought of others like him now and again in times of great silence such as this. When he relaxed and his mind had time to wonder on such idol thoughts. Many of his kind were mindless and never given the chance to live beyond their initial purpose and wiped out at tasks end. Those that were kept around were usually stuck to such menial tasks for their short lives as their masters had no desire to do such lowly jobs. If he often wondered if such ways could be changed the way his people were viewed as mere objects to be used and caste away as if they were tools only to be kept until broken or blunted. He liked to imagine what it would be like if they had their own place like so many other people in the galaxy. Or given some respite from the hard lives one could expect. But so many of those few had no idea even such a change could even be dreamt of. He imagined what could happen if one who knew better planted and helped perhaps them to learn and see a bigger picture then what was around the soil they rose from. Or what would happen if those that planted and created people like him would allow some more freedom or understanding to the creations they birthed. But such changes seemed impossible as even to imagine them was hard for the small warrior. But still it was a dream he could keep close as his eye lids grew heavy and slowly closed over his crimson eyes. A dream of a world or place where he and people like him Saibamen or even other races treated so ill could live more free without a master standing over them. It was enough to soothe a his troubled mind even if only ever so lightly.
WC 1142
