Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2016 6:59:26 GMT -5
Bataka hated the city.
But it was a necessary evil, braving the close spaces and stark technologies for the militaristic lifestyle. Of course, being a soldier wasn't about liking your situation, even if he did very much so enjoy his position and never once complained about the hardships of just that way of life. What little free time he was afforded when his leash was loosened and he was free to go as he pleased he spent training under intense conditions to constantly hone himself for the next great battle. Who knows when it would be? Who knows when he'd be packed into a space pod and jettisoned into the cosmos to do what he did best, obey? Another necessary evil. However Bataka found that he rarely used his military-grade equipment when he was training. There was nothing wrong with it, and he was sure that it was the absolute best the empire could provide for its soldiers, but he hated the environment. Coming out here, into the nameless and ever-changing landscape of Vegeta, is where he preferred to be.
He felt closer to his roots here. Flying at a steady but laid-back pace, he was able to observe the ruins and cities that had fallen many years ago, swooping low to get a closer look. Occasionally a village or two would still be wide awake, its people going about their normal routines, but for what purpose, Bataka could never understand. The idea that there could be Saiyans who weren't bred for combat was alien to him. It's what they did, it's who they are. How could anybody simply disregard that so easily? Heritage was important, he believed, but he envied them truthfully. They got to live out here, in the vast seclusion of mountainous skylines and rolling wasteland plains. A sight to behold.
When it became obvious that he wasn't going to come up on any other villages, Bataka sped up, pouring Ki into his body to zip through the air ever faster. His stop was abrupt and without warning, but he knew where he was. The Saiyan had come out here often, or at least, in this general direction, and took a moment to soak in his broad surroundings. There were mountains, sure. Crevasses with tall peaks and sharp plateaus, but that was all miles away. Here, the land was flat. A stretch of land far wider than any mountain that felt as though it had been rolled into perfect flatness; this is where he would begin, this is where he would train.
His solitude was destined to be broken, but by who? He felt the tingling in the back of his mind, the energy of another closing in on him. Who else found it best to be in the outlands?
But it was a necessary evil, braving the close spaces and stark technologies for the militaristic lifestyle. Of course, being a soldier wasn't about liking your situation, even if he did very much so enjoy his position and never once complained about the hardships of just that way of life. What little free time he was afforded when his leash was loosened and he was free to go as he pleased he spent training under intense conditions to constantly hone himself for the next great battle. Who knows when it would be? Who knows when he'd be packed into a space pod and jettisoned into the cosmos to do what he did best, obey? Another necessary evil. However Bataka found that he rarely used his military-grade equipment when he was training. There was nothing wrong with it, and he was sure that it was the absolute best the empire could provide for its soldiers, but he hated the environment. Coming out here, into the nameless and ever-changing landscape of Vegeta, is where he preferred to be.
He felt closer to his roots here. Flying at a steady but laid-back pace, he was able to observe the ruins and cities that had fallen many years ago, swooping low to get a closer look. Occasionally a village or two would still be wide awake, its people going about their normal routines, but for what purpose, Bataka could never understand. The idea that there could be Saiyans who weren't bred for combat was alien to him. It's what they did, it's who they are. How could anybody simply disregard that so easily? Heritage was important, he believed, but he envied them truthfully. They got to live out here, in the vast seclusion of mountainous skylines and rolling wasteland plains. A sight to behold.
When it became obvious that he wasn't going to come up on any other villages, Bataka sped up, pouring Ki into his body to zip through the air ever faster. His stop was abrupt and without warning, but he knew where he was. The Saiyan had come out here often, or at least, in this general direction, and took a moment to soak in his broad surroundings. There were mountains, sure. Crevasses with tall peaks and sharp plateaus, but that was all miles away. Here, the land was flat. A stretch of land far wider than any mountain that felt as though it had been rolled into perfect flatness; this is where he would begin, this is where he would train.
His solitude was destined to be broken, but by who? He felt the tingling in the back of his mind, the energy of another closing in on him. Who else found it best to be in the outlands?