Frozen Training

                                                                                                    Medium Weights On


The frozen tundra was something that retained curiosity, due to such development and structure. It made the perfect grounds for training, even when he had his medium weights on. While the weights dragged his body down, he decided to bulk up to increase his strength and cause his body to be drug down deep in the ice and snow. Starting to meditate, then to doing push ups his body started to feel the distortion of pain and rebuilding. After this he would expose his Bakuhatsu technique and decimate a small glacier proving his master over his energy and the terrain. Still the prince was not satisfied so he pushed himself passed those limits by bulking down and running, thoughts consumed his brain in slight of the past. When he had a sense of companionship. Rydlie had taken over Pike's ship. Of course, he didn't know it yet, but he would soon enough. His normally very neat and tidy space was completely filled with what was often referred to as the 'organized chaos' that was Rydlie. There were two established walkways. One from the entrance of the ship to the bridge and the other to the corner which she was currently occupying. Everywhere else there were small packages. Most of them nearly identical in size. She was rather proud of her self as she sat humming and sticking bows on the tops of the boxes that were in her immediate vicinity.



Part of what she was doing had been inspired by Hannah, Pike's sister. Part of it had been remembering where she had come from after meeting his family and the things she had done growing up and the last part was her current position as Acting Overlord.



Blocked into another corner of the main area of the ship was her own droid. In addition to the clothes that she normally had on him, she had now also turned him into a bit of rack. His arms stuck out straight in front of him, ribbons of various colors looped over his arms. She wrinkled her nose as she realized she had blocked him in and she was starting to run short of the ribbons, that made the bows, for the boxes. It was going to be an adventure to get over there, no doubt about it. Pike blinked in surprise as he entered his ship. His eyes grew wide as he observed the organized chaos around him. He knew who had constructed this factory in his ship; only one person created this type of living space. He smiled. Finally he felt that she was making their ship her home.
Rydlie knew that Pike was there, before he spoke. It was not just the sound of him coming on the ship, she had felt him in the hangar before that had happened. She hopped up off the floor so that she could more or less bounce over to greet him with a hug. She was in a particularly good mood. "Did you know, that Christamas Day is very soon?"



She glanced around at the mess she had created. "So, I was thinking that there a quite a few children on the fleet, so they needed something. Then, there was the Orphanage that I used to go to when I was a child, so that I had interaction with other children and I thought they needed something." She turned and spread her arms. "So, here it is." She smiles as she looks over her shoulder at him.


He looked between the boxes, what appeared to be gifts. He called out "Rys?" as he followed the pathway. He sighed in relief as he found her, diligently decorating each box with a bow. He picked up an already bowed box and asked casually "What's going on, Rys?" Pike grunted and chuckled happily as he embraced her, slowly rocking her back and forth. He blinked at her question and nodded "I was aware of the fact, yes. Why do you ask?" He smiled, confused slightly by her excitement. However, he knew that if she was excited about something, then he was going to enjoy it as well.



He nodded in approval of her plan. Children, for one, were normally an untouched topic. Most of the times they were in their parent's quarters, isolated from the rest of the galaxy. He pitied them. Being kept to such a small space would have been torturous at that age. In that retrospect, he was delighted to help entertain the little ones. He carefully placed a bow on a box and nodded as she mentioned an orphanage. He, himself, would not be where he was today without one. He probably would have been disposed of if it weren't for his birth mother's pleading to save him in an orphanage. He was adopted early, too early to remember living in that place, however he supported the idea. He murmured "We should adopt someday." and blinked in surprise as he realized that he had thought aloud. He smiles to her and replies "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Hun. How can I help?" Rydlie turned and looked at Pike when he mentioned adopting. She smiled at him as she kissed his cheek quickly before hopping back over to where she had been sitting. "Yes we should."



She was trying to figure out how to stack things neatly, but realized that there really was no way that was going to happen. It was only going to be neat on this ship when everything was removed and delivered.



She grinned at him when he asked how he could help. "Well, first, we need to identify who all of the children are and which ships they are located on. Then we need to go about delivering packages to them." She dropped back down to the floor, folding her legs neatly under her as she looked around at her project. "This is going to be so much fun." Things were going well until Snippar Sol interrupted and dragged the group by the ears until the top spectrum of the fleet while in thought of times of old. A yell had began to scorch the foundations of sound, Snippar Sol was seen from the distance, charging his KI. Releasing massive waves of kamehameha's in all shapes and sizes, it was because of these blasts, that his energy had suddenly spiked, and caused his body to get wary so easily and suddenly. Reaching his peak of being tired Snippar had began to contemplate on the past. Snippar sat in the dank dungeons of Avalanche's fortress planet, his head hung low. His gambit to shake Alondra's authority with her minions had failed, so it was time to play his trump card. The coming months were going to be perilous, and he would be walking an incredibly fine line between success and utter damnation. Snippar only hoped that Indur and Shiorei would be able to handle their half of the plan without his guidance. It would be the first true test for the pair of young students he had.

Snippar was aware of a dull pain in his stomach. It had been days since he was fed. A staff scuttled by every few hours with a cup filled with warm, dirty water, enough to keep Snippar alive, but never sate his thirst. The Saiyan prisoner spent much of his time in deep in thought, attempting to mentally and spiritually prepare himself for the task ahead.

He sensed Alondra's approach before he even heard her boots falling upon the cobbled floors of the dungeon. The Saiyan woman spoke, apologizing for his imprisonment, and for not seeing him sooner.

Snippar remained silent. The Saiyan woman went on to berate the Male, calling him a fool for allowing himself to be captured. Again, Snippar only stared into the woman's eyes. It wasn't until she asked WHY he had allowed himself to be taken that he spoke.

"Because we need you back. I need you back," Snippar said. The statement was a half-truth. Snippae did long to have Alondra back in the side of the Saiyan Empire, but he could not reveal the true purpose of his surrender. Too much rode upon his carefully laid veil of deceit. Alondra believed him, and professed her love for him. Snippar returned the confession, which seemed to be enough for Alondra to decide he had spent enough time locked away. The woman freed her Saiyan prisoner, and informed him that he would be her new Student. She would offer him protection until such a time that she could smuggle him safely back to the Planet Vegeta.

Alondra was content to leave Snippar in the Avalanche Archives while she tended to matters of running her sect. From what Snippar could gather, Avalanche was on the brink of a full-scale rebellion against the Saiyan Empire. The Saiyan heard rumors of similar rebellion factions within the Saiyan Empire being swiftly eradicated, with Saiyans and the desert world of Vegeta becoming a safe haven for those with personal grudges against their Elite Empire.



Snippar took this information and cataloged it, though he dared not attempt to transmit that information to the Saiyan Empire. He would be quickly found out as a spy, and not even Alondra would be able to protect him. Shiorei had strict orders to wait one month before presenting herself to Alondra and coerce the woman into returning Snippar to the Planet Vegeta. Snippar had one month. One month to gain the trust of the fanatical Avalanche Sect and gain as much information on them as possible.

But that was merely the first stage in his plan.

Snippar spent the better part of a month secluded in the Archives or Alondra's quarters. Snippar studied everything he could get his hands on: News Reports from Planet Vegeta, journal entries from Political Democrats both living and long deceased, tomes as thick as his thigh on war military strategy and tactics. Snippar made sure to carefully document everything in an encrypted data package upon his scouter. The information would prove invaluable once Shiorei had convinced Alondra to return him to the planet Vegeta. He wasn't sure how his former student was going to convince the Saiyan woman to do so, but he had to have faith in her abilities.

The rendezvous date was only a week away when Snippar was in the archives, sipping tea and reading from the writing of Avalanche, a Saiyan who had been a disciple of Vegeta ages ago, when he suddenly began to feel faint. The man soon passed out and Elite Xalden, who had drugged the Saiyan's drink, emerged from the shadows to loom over his new captive. The omniscient space shuttle lurched from space several hundred-thousand kilometers from the so-called 'Jewel of the Saiyans.' Even from such a distance, the massive city-planet sparkled in the small frigate's view port. A twinkling ball of oranges, golds and violets before a backdrop of shimmering stars. It almost made Zeon tear up. Almost.

From Kanasa, Lieutenant Zeon had been careful to make the space lanes travel less traveled as he made a zig-zagging course for the Saiyan capital planet. While he was keen on returning his captive to the custody of the Saiyans, the last thing he wanted was to be picked up by some random patrol and be forced to turn the Saiyan over to the Squad. As if he wasn't going to be chewed out enough for taking close to four months to return his prisoner, the commanders of the Saiyans would have tanned his hide if he had lost his prisoner to those blasted ship-jockeys.



He had sent a message ahead of his ship, stating his name, rank, the number of his crew and the nature of his prisoner; so Zeon was not surprised to see two more Shuttle-class frigates sitting at the edge of the Vegetan Base Home of these Saiyans. The two hammer-head-shaped vessels fell in behind Zeon's commandeered ship to escort him in. The Shuttle-class frigates were small enough to boast environmental landing support struts, and as they passed through Vegeta's dense atmosphere, he could see the Vegeta Empire's training Base growing larger as they neared the planet's southern pole. Environmental regulators kept the planet's poles from being ice-locked year round, but as the ship continued to descend, he could feel the vibrations of strong winter winds buffering the ship as they made their final approach.

Ten minutes later saw the massive shuttle docked at the sprawling military compound. Zeon allowed his men to disembark first. They would face no backlash for their actions. Lieutenant Zeon had made the choice to steer the frigate away from the rest of the fifth Shuttles. The men who were simply following the orders of their superior commander were permitted to head home to their families or to board a barge headed back for the outer territories. The armored figures were not seen disembarking. Zeon, pushing a repulsiveness with the unconscious Snippar on it, was the final member of the rogue crew to leave the frigate.

Saiyans armed and armored elite troops were there to greet him, hands trained at his chest. Zeon released the sled, knowing it would remain in place after he had descended the boarding ramp, and raised his hands to allow one of the soldiers to shackle him. All of the soldiers were clad in heavy purple and white battle armor, making their identities impossible for the young man to guess. Variants in size and body-type allowed him to make vague assumptions on gender and capacity, but at this stage, that was moot.

One of the Soldiers, smaller than the rest, stepped forward. Her voice had a slight electronic buzz to it due to her helmet's vocalizer.

"It's about damned time you showed up, Lieutenant. I'd thought we'd lost him on Kanasa. Since you're so keen on being his babysitter, you can go with him to medical until we figure out what to do with you.."



Zeon nodded, his hazel eyes surveying the area. "Understood, Sir. But uh... What about the Saiyans? Won't they be wanting their prisoner back, like Alondra and the others."

The woman shook her head. "The Saiyan politicans doesn't even know he's gone." Snippar's body shook violently as violet tendrils of energy like lightning crackled over his body. Elite Xalden, Snippar's most recent captor, smiled in delight at the man's suffering. He had been at it for hours, torturing Snippar to a near-fatal state, then using his combat droid to mend Snippar's wounds to bring him back to a stable condition.

Smoke trailed lazily from the Male's hunched shoulders as his struggles to regain his breathing. Suddenly, more siring pain shot brought the man as Xalden grazed Snippar's shoulder with his crimson sword. The stench of burnt skin filled Snippar's nostrils.

Xalden seemed impressed by Snippar's resistance to his tactics, commenting that other men had cracked from a lighter punishment. However, Xalden had not utilized every trick at his disposal. He ordered his droid to inject the saiyan with a serum that would make his mind mail-able, and unable to fabricate deception. Snippar, in this drugged state was unable to discern the falsehoods of Xalden implanted in his brain. A fabricated vision of Alondra in the arms of another man.

Snippar saw something else, too. This vision was real, and current. Alondra was under attack by Shiorei, Snippar's former Saiyan Student.

Shiorei had waited a month, as part of the plan. During that month, she had rented a small apartment from a shifty-looking Saiyan, and spent much of that time meditating and training with Indur, the third conspirator in Snippar's scheme. They spent days exposing Shiorei to every toxin known in the Universe; From the highly toxic alien venom to the slightly irritating oil of poison vines of Earth.

Each time the woman was poisoned, she would enter a deep meditative state to ward off the toxins in her body. Indur was present to monitor her vitals and to provide assistance should she fail in combating a toxic injection.

Aside from that, Shiorei spent a long, painful, boring month in her dingy apartment waiting, training like the monks of old did on planet earth.



It was common knowledge that the Saiyan Master of Avalanche frequented the bars of Vegeta; drinking the nights away and flirting with a burly Saiyan-Hybrids after another. One of her lieutenants and a former Saiyan squad commander. The trick, and a larger portion of Shiorei's waiting stemmed from having to seize upon a moment when Alondra was truly alone, without the companionship of her dusky bodyguard. Shiorei was confident in her ability to defeat Alondra in single-combat, but the addition of the hybrid Saiyan warrior, even with Indur lurking in the shadows to provide support, would greatly shift the tone of the coming battle.



An opportunity finally presented itself on the third week. Shiorei could sense the woman approaching the building her apartment was situated in, and she was alone. Shiorei's apartment complex was located near the Imperial zone, but safely outside its boundaries.

The saiyan woman was quick to confront the magnitude of the elite. The woman, not clad in her normal armor and clearly intoxicated, proved easy prey for the Saiyan woman. She struck quickly, delivering a side kick that cracked two of Alondra's ribs and sent the woman sprawling to the ground. Shiorei did not let up. She had her orders from Snippar: coerce Alondra into returning Snippar to their hold. That night, Shiorei interpreted those orders as "Beat Alondra the hell up." Shiorei fought with reckless abandoned. Shiorei's azure and green blades struck like serpents, and it was all Alondra could do to defend herself against the onslaught.

Shiorei hurled a shipping box at the other woman with the strength utilized, and as it crashed into the drunk Saiyan, Shiorei watched the right leave the woman. Shiorei hesitated for a moment. She knew what Snippar's goal was, why he had allowed himself to be captured. Shiorei could accomplish that vision with a single stroke of her sword. Alondra was a monster. She was responsible for the deaths of Saiyans, soldiers... And her brother. Vani had been lost in darkness, but he had still been her brother. Whether by her own hand or by ordering it done, her brother's blood was on Alondra's hands.

Many hold the misconception that Soldiers are supposed to simply exist without the baser emotions: lust, hate, sorrow... But Soldiers are not droids. Where the Saiyans and common soldiers differ is in the fact that Saiyans rely on these emotions to fuel their connection to the primal insticts they bare. Those emotions are the crutch the Saiyans relied upon. The common soldier, on the other hand, did not simply "push down" those emotions as many believed, but sought to release those emotions in positive outlets: training, compassion, and forgiveness.

Shiorei could have easily given in to her desire to see her brother's murderer slain, but doing so would make her no better than the defenseless bitch before her, and without Alondra to relay the message, Snippar would be lost in the Saiyan's clutches.

Shiorei kicked Alondra's sword out of her reach, and merely said "Vegeta. One week. He comes alone, or I finish what I started."

With that, Shiorei vanished as quickly as she had appeared.





Snippar's eyes shot open. This was the dangerous part of his plan. It was the reason why the Saiyan Empire had denied authorization for this mission. Snippar wasn't sure if the vision of Alondra and the other man was true or not, but it hurt his heart and had him the required emotional catalyst. Massive amounts energy ebbed off his aura as the table he had been strapped to began to shake. One by one the leatheris steals that held him down began to snap. The man's form levitated from the table as he came to a standing position. After a moment of extreme exertion, the man collapsed to his knees, gasping. Xalden smiled. It seemed, to him, Snippar had been broken.

Snippar glared at Xalden. He was treading a fine line now. Tapping into the Darker self was a temptation all but few faced, but Snippar would have to resist its seductive nature while drawing upon it just enough to keep his Avalanche "allies" convinced that he had been turned and let his insanity full out.

"Release me," he said between ragged breaths. "Let me take my vengeance upon Shiorei."

Xalden smiled, and motioned for the man to rise. "In time. But now, you need to learn to control your new found power, rather that enormous ki."

Snippar's mind raced. He had hoped that outburst would have been enough to convince Xalden of his submission to the insane notion of thought and power. Now, he would need to continue to fool the man. Snippar had heard of many who had touched darker ki like demons, and they all told the same story. Like glitterati drugs, the more someone used it, the harder it was to not break, just like the demon king piccolo.



Snippar was now officially in over his head. Snippar stood over the body of his former apprentice, energy humming in his hand. Blood oozed for a split lip and a gash above his left eye where two of Shiorei's punches had managed to land. Even with the deadly dose of toxin running through her veins, the girl had still put up an impressive fight. As to be expected. Shiorei as not moving. She was not breathing. Snippar could only feel the slightest ripples of her presence in the cranium of his skull. Ripples that would slowly fade into the background noise of the shadows called the abyss. As far as the universe was concerned, Shiorei his student had died.

A hooded figure appeared next to Snippar, and the pair spoke for a few moments.

Indur pulled down the hood of his robe and affixed his green eyes on the older Saiyan. "She's weak, but she'll get better. We'll begin to make preparations for-"

Snippar raised a hand to silence him. The Saiyan was certain he had not been followed, but given Alondra's paranoia, it was possible she or one of her agents had followed the man to this planet. He had to keep up appearances. Snippar was sure to keep his remarks to Indur as vague as possible.

"Just dispose of the body. If the political individuals finds out about what happened here, everything will have been for naught."

Indur nodded and pulled his hood back over his face to obscure his features. In the form-fitting black and gray body armor he had on, coupled with a faded red white robe, it would be difficult for any passerby to quickly determine Indur's allegiance. "So what will you go by? Don't Avalanche members take new names?"

Snippar nodded. He thought for a moment, and said one word. "Invective."

Indur nodded, scooping up Shiorei's limp form and hoisting it over his shoulder. His mission was to take the woman somewhere safe, but remote enough as to not be discovered by the Saiyans, and nurse the Saiyan woman back to health. Their months of preparation prior to the battle in the Caves had prepared Shiorei for the toxin Snippar had introduced to her, but she would still need time to recover from such a heavy dose. Once Shiorei was well, she and Indur would remain hidden and prepare to extract Snippar once he had accumulated enough critical data on Avalanche to launch an attack against their major military establishments. Snippar had hoped the Saiyan Empire would back his plan, but now he had to rely on Major Zero and the Elite units she commanded. It was a risky game he was playing, but one that had to be done.

Snippar, now known as Elite Invective of the Saiyan Empire, watched as Indur carried the woman from the Caves, and turned towards the entrance he had used. He had his own part to play now. He would have to keep the insane presence close, lest those already suspicious of him - the Elite Xalden of the Organization Avalanche- saw through his ruse. The coming months would be challenging, but if Snippar could keep himself from falling completely into darkness then maybe, just maybe, he could save the woman he loved. Rouge Teacher Nir strode quickly down the pristine corridor of the medical facility, brushing past hospital staff and combat droids as he made his way towards the birthing units. The man, grey starting to invade his temples, had made the sojourn from his post on the Outer territories to the Vegetan Capital once he had heard word that Alondra had been captured and returned to Vegeta.



Following the death of Alondra's Master at the hands of Tundra, Mirmaker had acted as a surrogate Master to the girl while she finished her Combat training. He had witnessed a fire and drive within the woman that both intrigued and concerned the veteran fighter like Master. He had hoped to stamp out the girl's desire for revenge and justice for her former Master's death, and for a while, had fooled himself into believing he had done just that. When news of her resurfacing as the Saiyan loyalist of Avalanche reached his ears several years ago, the Master was saddened by his pupil's failings.

Now, with Alondra back in Vegetan Territory, he could work on freeing her from the grips of the corruption.

After the birth, of course.

Alondra had gone into labor earlier that evening, amid rumors that another wayward Saiyan had been brought back to Vegetan Space following the events on Kanasa. While the name of this new arrival had not been released, it was known that the captive was being held at an Elite Saiyan compound and under constant guard. No visitors, not even Saiyans, were permitted to see their newest prisoner.

For now, Nir could only concern himself with the woman giving birth at the end of the hall. The thought of Alondra giving birth to the spawn of some unworthy or distorted alien was somewhat unsettling, but Alondra, for all the mistakes she had made, was akin to a daughter he had never had, and he had a duty to support her in this time of crisis. As he neared Alondra's room, a pair of Saiyans, clad in plain earthen armor, halted his advance.

"Our apologies, Nir, but no one is to enter the room while Al-...While Avalanche's leader is giving birth."

Soldier Nir thought briefly about pulling rank, reminding the two younger Saiyans who he was, and entering the room anyway, but thought better of it and merely nodded.

"Very well. Then I shall wait here with you until the baby is born."

"Babies, Sir. She- ...She's having twins."

Alondra howled in pain.

Everything below the woman's navel was burning. Due to her condition at the time of her capture, the Saiyan Empire had been somewhat gentle in the handling of her. A pregnant woman, even one with a reputation like Avalanches leader, was the carrier of precious cargo. She had spent the the majority of her time in the Maternity Ward under constant guard. With a constant contingent of Saiyan supervisors and a shackles Inhibiting choker, Alondra was as dangerous as a de clawed kitten. When the woman had gone into labor several hours prior, she was rushed to one of the birthing rooms.

Now, a half-dozen droids skirted about her bed as the woman writhed, screamed, cried, cursed and pushed. It was the sixth or so hour of her labor, but to Alondra, it seemed like the sixth day.



There was a sudden pressure, immense and unbearable, just below her navel. One of the Maternity staff cooed gently as the woman pushed, and there was sudden, high-pitched wailing as the staff made an excited coo. Alondra felt a wave of relief and jubilation wash over her, but it was quickly crushed by a resurgence of pressure and immense pain shooting through her body. She was only halfway through her ordeal.

Minutes felt like days as the woman continued to push. The birth of the first child had lessened the pressure below her navel, and as the second child was pulled free by the droid, Alondra finally felt relief overcome the pain and anguish she was feeling. Her body was still on fire, but was her mind began to regain some of it's focus, she became aware of the staff floating on a cart lifts next to her bed. Two droids each held one small, tiny, wailing child wrapped in swaddling cloth.

The first droid lowered itself down to eye level with Alondra, displaying a handsome baby boy. The child, seeming to find a small amount of comfort in the proximity to his mother, began to giggle and coo. Alondra smiled in spite of her pain. She and the babies' father had conducted a conversation of hypothetical names for children they might have had together shortly after they had begun sharing a bed. She was thankful for that conversation now.

"Aiden," she whispered, reaching out and stroking a tiny tuft of auburn hair on the top of the child's head. The second droid lowered itself to Alondra's eye level. A girl with the same auburn hair and bright, piercing blue eyes. "Idryia," Alondra said with a smile.

The droids nodded and floated away, there was still work to be done. The children would need to be checked for illness or possible defects, imprints of their feet taken, and entered into the Vegeatan registry. They were the offspring of a Saiyan war criminal, and as such, were technically the wards of the Saiyan Empire. Alondra watched the droids exit the room, her eyes beginning to dart in panic, her chest heaving at the sudden removal of her children. She had been coached that this would happen. The children would need to leave her side for several hours while testing was done to ensure their health. She would be allowed several days with her newborns, but afterwards, they would be taken into the care of the Saiyan Empire and sent away. It was highly uncommon for the offspring of a Saiyans with the power level Alondra possessed to be born without Natural Affinity, and as Nir watched the children be shuttled out of the room by the floating droids, he could sense the immense power both children possessed.

Whoever the father of those children was, he must be someone of great power....

"Aiden.... Idryia."

The names of the newborn babes rippled through the compound. A dozen kilometers away, in the secured medical wing of the Saiyan Headquarters, those names became implanted in the mind of an unconscious Saiyan captive.

And Snippar's eyes opened. Orderlies and nurses streamed into the room as the entire floor of the Hospital quaked beneath Snippar's raw outburst. The droids were the first to go, their internal hardware gutted by invisible tendrils of pure ki energy and slammed into the metallic walls. Snippar was raging, having suddenly been brought back to consciousness after almost six months of being in a comatose state. The birth of the twins - his children - had sent ripples through the ki like pressure his scouter detected that snapped the man out of his vegetable-like state.



As more and more of the hospital staff flooded into the room, they were almost instantly caught the grip of Snippar's Growing Ki. Medical equipment and hospital staff swirled in the vortex of aura with the Saiyan elite at the center of it all. The heavy equipment slammed into walls and bodies with painful impacts. There was nothing the staff could do to end the man's rampage. As a precaution, Snippar had been placed in restraints while lying in his bed, but even now, those straps of leather were beginning to strain against Snippar's raw power.

"That is quite enough."

The sudden interjection caused Snippar to snap out of his tantrum. Equipment and staff remained suspended in air as the man turned his head to observe the two armored figures that had entered the room, and were seemingly unaffected by Snippar's vortex of KI. Shiorei and Indur pulled down the hoods of their respective robes and shared a smile as they gazed upon their ally.

"Snippar," Indur said softly, hands held palms up to show that he was unarmed, "It's time, the Empire wants to meet with you."

Snippar blinked. As he spoke, Shiorei and Indur glanced at one another as they heard the slight Saiyan accent that had made its way into his speech.

"The Saiyan Empire can go kiss a black hole. Take me to my children."

Shiorei frowned, and approached the restrained man.

"Snippar, you... you can't see them. Not right now, anyway. The Saiyan Empire wants to talk to you about what you-what we did. Avalanche has dissolved. We won, Snippar. We beat them."

Snippar turned his amber-colored eyes to observe the young woman. He smiled weakly. Grimly.

"At what cost? The people I had to hurt. You. Alondra. Her children are going to grow up without their mother."

Indur approached the man's bed, and began to undo the straps that held him down. "No, but come with us, and they might get their father back."

Snippar - Snippar Sol nodded as the last restraint was undone and rose into a seated position. His right arm was just a stump ending below his elbow, and as he tried to get out of the bed, he quickly slumped to the floor. Months in a coma had resulted in a great deal of muscle mass being lost from his legs. Indur and Shiorei got on either side of the man and helped him stand. It was time to go see the Council.



It was time to learn his fate.The miniature image of the woman flickered as Major Zero spoke.

"And you're sure these coordinates are correct? The Saiyan Empire is sending troops to Kanasa?"

Snippar, hunched over the small projecter tucked away from the bustling activity of the Avalanche camp, nodded. "They've already dealt the first blow on Vegeta. Avalanche is massing her forces here to make a stand. The Saiyan Empire won't pass up an opportunity like that. I estimate Avalanche's fighting strength to be about thirty elite combatants, ranging from Higher tier to low tier, fifty-thousand troops, maybe two-hundred artillery pieces and light weaponry. The Saiyan Empire will want to crush us-them. Them. So they'll send as many as three times Avalanche's numbers. Wait for the battle to get underway before you make your jump."

The woman nodded curtly, placing her helmet over her head. "Try to make yourself scarce before we arrive. The damnable thing about being undercover is that not everyone on our side knows who you are. I can't guarantee your safety."

Snippar nodded solemnly and closed the channel, crushing the tiny device with the augmented strength of his active arm. "I just want this to be over..."

With the assistance of Shiorei and Indur, Snippar was able to make his way towards the Empire chambers. They had brought fresh armor for the man to wear, but after six months under cover, and another six in a coma, the breezy armor made him feel naked. The man found himself wishing to be clad in the gleaming black plates he had taken a liking to during his time on Kanasa.

Shiorei, as part of her preparations for Snippar's return, had visited the boy Sera on the planet Earth and retrieved the man's sword. However, the Empire had forbade the girl from returning it to its owner before they had passed judgement. It now bumped awkwardly against her hip and she and her comrade aided the still-recovering made down the corridors of the Saiyan's Tower. Suddenly as Snippar Sol continued to drag these individuals, another flash back hit his brain, causing him to cringe in pure agony. Snippar Sol, had begun more intensive training today. Running around and leaping from area to area, he decided to test out his agility. From launching waves of ki blasts, with ki control back upon himself. Or reaching combat with the sudden burst of kicks and punches, leading off into a barrage set of motion. Either or Snippar Sol was ready to do something in order to break his strength and have it release in a malicious tone of terminology. While his training was initiated, Snippar Sol had though of other ways in order to make his training sky rocket. Despite this he pressed forward in though, that thought lead to pure action, whilst he destroyed and dismantled a few mountains, creating his image of hell on earth. Those days in that prison effected him greatly, yet he still focused on training and or building his ki to obtain the power of a Super Saiyan. Still memories seeped back, and old habit die hard...Five days later in the Vegeta System Lieutenant Zeon took a sip of steaming coffee and continued to flip idly through major political updates. The Avalanche queen Alondra had been a confirmed capture, and was in Foot-Soldier Zero's custody until a gaggle of Vegetans demanded she be turned over to them. The briefing went on the say that the Captive was several months pregnant. The lieutenant's eyes drifted over to the unconscious man. Was he the father? Based on the post-battle reports from Vegeta, Alondra was picked up not far from where they had captured Snippar Sol, and he was the only male Saiyan in that platoon.

Zeon shrugged. It wasn't his concern. Likely, the Saiyans wanted to keep Alondra until she gave birth. If her child was and had a strong power level, who knew what those Saiyan armors would do. Probably keep the child and leave Alondra to rot until she decided to play by the Saiyan Empire's rules again. If the child was just another ordinary baby... Zeon wasn't sure. The child would probably be given to another home, and would grow up without knowing about their infamous mother.

The resupply at Vegeta had been smooth and uneventful. The two Saiyans skulking about his ship had not reappeared, and no squadron of Elites came to request custody of Snippar Sol at blaster point. Maybe the two Saiyan's that had been with him since Vegeta had left the ship, satisfied that Snippar Sol would not wake up from his slumber.

Snippar Sol's beard and hair were growing unruly. He would have a droid trim the man later. For the moment, however, Zeon seemed content to sip on the sweet-bitter Coffee, read the latest political Reports, and wait for Snippar Sol to wake.

Snippar Sol seemed content to dream.

"Snippar... What are you doing?" Alondra asked nervously, watching as the Saiyan climbed up onto the alcohol-soaked counter of the oddity that stood a bar. The vast array of image Displays that lined the walls of the bar had shut of, looping only static. Had they been hacked? What was the Saiyan getting at.

Alondra began to shove her way through the throngs of Saiyan and Alien citizens who frequented the neutral bar, desperate to make her way to the counter. Countless Elite Saiyans were at the bar that night, blowing off steam and enjoying one another. She watched, still a dozen meters back from the growing crowd, as Snippar Sol pulled his hood down.

Minutes prior, Snippar Sol, having been a ghost to Alondra following the events on Kanasa, had pulled the Saiyan woman aside and quietly offered her the chance to surrender. Alondra had taken note of a half-dozen Elite Saiyans, members of the Vegetan Sect The Saiyan Empire, scattered throughout the Bar, attempting the blend in. Alondra didn't buy it. She knew they were there as Snippar's backup. Alondra had met Snippar's offer with a scornful chuckle, which seemed to pain the male, who merely nodded and uttered: "Remember, I gave you a chance to surrender peacefully," and left.



Now, Alondra watched as Snippar Sol waved his arms in a swooping gesture, calling for the attention of all present. Someone unplugged the Juke Box, turning the rather loud bar in a place as quiet as the grave, save for the quiet murmurings of those present.

"Friends, Allies. Saiyan and Alien, Bounty Hunters and Pirates, Sneaks and Agents. Many of you have come to know our fair Alondra as a woman not to be trifled with. A woman who crushes any and all who stand in her path. I've come to shatter her carefully-crafted charade. To expose her to you for what she truly is."

Snippar Sol thumbed the button of a small device in his hand, and images began to flicker to life. Scouter Recordings. Video Snippar Sol and painstakingly acquired through months of research, travel and bribery. Each of the scenes displayed were part of the same larger picture:

The scenes, three in total, played on a loop back-to-back.

The first was of a security video from the accumulated base, a saloon on the Upper Promenade of Vegeta. The video showed a man with two gleaming yellow blast strikes leaping towards an incapacitated Snippar Sol while a Saiyan woman in purple robes was struggling to recover from her own injuries. Suddenly, the man with the yellow strikes, the Saiyan Student Vani, was suddenly flung off course and went crashing into a row of booths. Though the video quality was of a lower resolution, it was clear that a woman with Alondra's build and two-toned hair had her hand outstretched, and was the source of the push. The video image lingered just long enough to record the two Saiyans make their escape. The second video recording was from Snippar's own ship. The Saiyan lay wounded on the operating table in his ship's small medical lab. Two women, again the Saiyan Shiorei and Avalanche leader Alondra, worked to stop the bleeding of the man's almost amputated arm. Once the pair had managed to stop the blood flow and apply a tourniquet, Shiorei left the medical lab, inexplicably leaving Snippar Sol alone with the woman that had maimed him. Any Saiyan, with their enemy unconscious and clinging to life, would have ended it there. A blast shot plunged directly through the heart. But Alondra began to sob, and kissed the wounded Saiyan on the lips before wiping her eyes, composing herself, and leaving the field of view of the security camera.



The third and final video recording was from the planet Kanasa. Again, a woman matching Alondra's description was seen interfering with a blasting duel, sabotaging her own allies to allow the Saiyan time to escape.

The videos began to loop, Snippar Sol surveyed the faces of the crowd, hoping to see expressions of shock, anger and betrayal. Instead, he saw only mild interest and confusion from most of the Saiyan Empire in his audience. Only one Saiyan woman seemed visibly outraged at Alondra's treachery. The rest, either too drunk or too deeply loyal to their Master to take offense by her multiple attempts to save a man from harm. Snippar Sol could sense hostility raising in the crowd. Hands reaching for guns, scouters and armor. The bar was neutral ground. No one would risk a full-blown battle here, but a rabble of Saiyan patriots dealing with a single Saiyan... that could be over-looked. Money would change hands, and no one would care that one Saiyan was torn limb-from-limb.

With a powerful burst of Ki energy, Snippar Sol vaulted most of the mob and brushed his way past the others, pulling his hood over his head and hoping to make a quick exit into the hazy night of the ragged planet under the Moon. Once outside of the Promenade, he could easily slip into the bustling crowds and vanish.

A large, burly Saiyan blocked Snippar Sol's path. A Bounty Hunter, fists, brought up the rear. Snippar Sol could feel them closing in.

"All of you slow your fucking roll! There will be no bloodshed here! If you want to kill this Saiyan, then do it on Vegeta, or another hound like planet, or on the event horizon of earths black hole for all I care, but you are NOT killing him here because he exposed your boss for the Saiyan-loving bitch she is."

Seemingly from no where, Pirate Zero Shamir of Space Patrol was in the center of the commotion, her heavy blue and white armor making the slight woman seem twice as large as she truly was. Her voice, slightly electric due to her helmet's vocalizer, oozed poison at the growing ring of Saiyan and Loyalists. Snippar Sol smiled. Pirate Shamir was playing her part perfectly.



"Pirate, stand down. I wish for no bloodshed here, and I am hardly worth reigniting the War. I will go peacefully, as a prisoner of the Saiyan Empire. They can do what they will with me on Vegeta, or Detainment cells, or else where. It doesn't matter, as long as the law remains intact."

Shamir snorted, her gun like rifle in hand. "Cute, but there's no need to martyr yourself here, Saiyan. These scum are all talk. They'll clear out."

Somewhere in the rabble a sword sprang to life.

"I mean, maybe. They may clear out."

There was a howl, and a Saiyan warrior, Tomata of the Saiyan Empire, had leaped into the center of the ring, high sword blazing azure in his hands. The Saiyan was young, brash, and without his teacher for the evening. He smelled a chance to play the hero, and he was taking it.

Snippar Sol placed a hand on the young man's shoulder and smiled. "Be at peace, Tomata. Though your skills are great, the three of us couldn't hope to fight our way to safety. I will go as their prisoner." Snippar Sol unhooked his blade from his belt and handed it to the boy.

"Take care of this. I may have need of it again."

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it, and nodded, taking the blade and extinguishing his own. Snippar Sol nodded to Pirate Shamir, then stepped forward to meet Alondra, who had finally managed to muscle her way to the center of the commotion. Snippar Sol offered his hands palm-up, showing he was unarmed.

"Leader of Avalanche. I am your prisoner." Snippar Sol said flatly.

Alondra glanced around at the mob. They were watching, expecting her to do one of two things: Accept his surrender or cut him down. Fortunately for Snippar Sol, she chose the former. Alondra cocked her fist back, muttered, "You blasted fool," and punched.

Snippar Sol's world went dark. Lieutenant Zeon decided he could use to his self-imposed role as warden of the comatose Saiyan. Kanasa was far enough away from the war that the chances of his small frigate being noticed by the larger cruisers of the Saiyans were slim to none. He had fresh coffee and beautiful steak procured by his men from the resupply station, and his two Saiyans stowaways had not been seen in almost a month.

He watched, biting into the sweet flesh of a orange fruit, as two medical staff gingerly massaged the Saiyan's muscles and ran them through very primitive motor functions. It was important that the Saiyan's muscles be exercised, even with the aide of staff; lest the man's muscles atrophy.

Zeon checked his chronometer. Three months. It had been almost three full months since Vegeta. Maybe Saiyans thought Zeon and his men were killed in action. Or maybe, they didn't give a Monkey's Hairy Ass about them and his self-imposed exile with his prisoner. That notion made Zeon uncomfortable. He was realizing that he couldn't just simply turn his ship and his crew into nomads. He would eventually have to bring his frigate and its cargo to a isolated Base and turn custody over to the pirates or the Saiyans, whomever came for the Saiyan first.



Zeons men were loyal, but they were only sentient beings. Many had wives, sweethearts, and children waiting for them. To make matters worse, none of them had been paid since their ship was reported missing after Vegeta. On small stations and back-water systems like Kanasa, simply flashing an pirate badge was enough to compel the locals to be compliant, but if Zeon wanted to keep his ship running for much longer, he would need a source of credits; and that meant he had two options: he and his crew turn full on pirate, or they return to the main base.

Zeon sighed, knowing he was out of options, and headed for the bridge. It was time to go home. These surges of thoughts throughout Snippar's mind set overlapped and caused the Saiyan to fall on the floor in reality, the snow cold, while his body shook. The past resurfacing. Another past relocation appearing. Snippar Sol stood currently at the top of the mountain's inner chambers, a cave if you will. Today he would practice the usage of his Planetary Heat-seeker Kamehameha. His posture bent in slight while he got into a calm unique stance. In doing this stance Snippar Sol clasped his hands together out of naught, in doing so a small black orb began to form. In doing this transaction his KI slowly began to spike gradually. Snippar Sol began to say the chant almost remotely; ''Ka...me....ha..'' His Saiyan boots smashed into the ground tightly, causing smoke to seep from the cracks during his iconic chant towards release of the blast. ''Me...HA!'' Once his sequence ended the large black beam shot from his hands in full force, and began to move around the area in pure jest. The blast-wave started to bend and move, tracking onto his signature like a heat seeking missile. This new technique he used was doing just the trick he desired with accurate KI control. Snippar Sol ran towards it and leaped over it, the blast continuously followed the Saiyan despite his flawless way to dodge such an attack. Sprinting around the caves pillars, the blast-wave cut through them, and looped from side to side with the intent to catch its maker and cause an explosion of sorts. Eventually Snippar Sol ran out of ways to dodge the beam and took the blast in full force. A sudden black hue of light consumed the area; Finally a large explosion occurred that consumed the cave with smoke and debris. It was because of this attack, that the entire cave shook violently with virtually no way to escape the colliding rocks that fell upon Snippar Sol to simply entrap him.The young Saiyan was still pushing his boundaries, not resting even when he had the chance. Strength was important and he would not waste time lollygagging in order to obtain it. Slowly but surly Snippar Sol fell unconscious and began remembering the past as if it were some type of dream leaked from the future, or some alternative universe. Avalanche was in full-on rebellion against the Saiyan Empire. It had started slowly: first an orbital starship was garrisoned above Planet Vegeta by aWarriors of the Saiyan Empire. Members of Avalanche were followed, harassed, interrogated, or outright vanished. The conflict had come to a head on the Planet Vegeta. Avalanche and Loyalist spacepods hammered away at the planets surface or at each other, in low orbit as Pirate forces rushed to join the battle for payment. It was a royal three-way clusterfuck in the skies. And on the ground, things weren't much better. Snippar Sol, Alondra, Sera and Ice had been tasked with setting up a perimeter around the groups base camp. Things had been going relatively smoothly, until they saw the Explosions getting closer. Large heavy blasts had thrown the group of Saiyans into disarray. To make matters worse, Pirate forces were landing on the horizon, eager to join in the fray. General Snippar Sol, so-called Destroyer of the Saiyan Empire, was barking orders at Avalanche infantry as they scurried to reinforce their shattered line. The squad of Saiyan soldiers had managed to take down the blasts coming from the fools up ahead, with Alondra delivering the coup de tat to the Warrior's vulnerable neck joints. It had been seven months since Shiorei's death and Snippar Sol's rise to one of Avalanche's most crucial players. The fact that he and Alondra shared a bed was well known, and with that coupling, came power and influence for the young Saiyan. Long gone were the flowing earthen armorings of the shackled past. Snippar Sol was clad in gleaming black body Saiyan armoring iconic of the earlier phases of the prototype armors worn by modern Saiyans. While his armor plated arm remained uncovered, his protected hand was a mailed gauntlet ending in two wicked hooks on a plate above the knuckles, and gave his punches a more lethal edge. The armor had been a gift to him from his lover and Master. Alondra had suggested that he distance himself from his Saiyan roots, which Snippar Sol was eager to do. There were some, mainly the younger members of their group, who did not fully trust the freshly-minted Saiyan Warrior, but they quickly learned their place. Snippar Sol had made powerful allies, not just in Avalanche, but within the Saiyan Empire itself. The powerful Saiyan Kyster and Koria among them. Both had started as enemies, wanting nothing but the man's destruction; but following Snippar Sol’s embrace hunger to obtain power, they both slowly came around. Following the death of his former student Shiorei, Snippar Sol was experiencing power he had never dreamed possible. The name 'Snippar Sol' was nothing more than a relic; Another old thing for the once so-called Saiyan Warrior to put on a shelf. A memory of days long past. In thus he adopted the Vindicate title. Snippar Sol The Vindicate gestured about the battlefield as the black-armored Soldiers hustled into place, shooting KI blasts upon the encroaching Pirate units. He had studied the text of many great battle commanders: Like Cold or Freiza, and understood the foundations of good, proper tactical Soldier maneuvering."Move your worthless asses, or you'll have worse than those lame Pirates to deal with! Shore up that eastern position! Keep blas-"

Snippar Sol had not sensed his scouter. None of the profound soldiers had. It had been fired from well beyond the range of their danger-sense, but the explosive blasts round detonated in the center of the Avalanche perimeter force's formation. Bodies were catapulted into the air like ragdolls, completely destroying the Avalanche defensive line. Snippar Sol, just outside of the lethal blast radius, was knocked off his feet by the following shockwave and lost consciousness. Lieutenant Siren of the Pirate Information Broker Service pulled off his helmet as his men went from body to body. The battle had ended quickly after the arrival of the Pirate forces. The quarrelling Saiyan forces didn't even have the common sense to turn on their shared enemy. With the divided Saiyan forces busy fighting each other, it made the Pirate's job even easier. His men were inspecting the dead and wounded, the number of bodies on the field largely falling into the first of the two categories. "Got a live one here, sir!" Siren's head snapped in the direction of the pirate who spoke and began to trudge his way over the fallen bodies and busted warriors that fell to where an cadet, clad from head to toe in blue and white prototype armor, had his hand trained on a Saiyan warrior. He wasn't wearing a mast, despite being heavily armored everywhere else. The make of the right arm armor didn't seem to be standard issue, though it only took a moment of inspection for Siren to deduce it was a mechanical protection. The Pirate Operative pulled a Scouter from his pouch and scanned the Saiyan's face with the cadet's helmeted head nervously surveyed the battlefield. The majoirty of the fighting had ended an hour ago, but both Saiyan factions were in retreat. They were safe. Lieutenant Siren's datapad took the facial scan and began running a search of the pirate database of notable Saiyan Warriors. If this guy was someone important, then he would be detained and taken back to the main ship. If he was a nobody; An student or a wanderer, well... Siren had orders to only take the Saiyans of value alive. The Scouter makes a shrill beep. It had finished running its diagnosis of the fallen Saiyan, and Siren reviewed the scrolling information on the scouter. "Well?" the cadet asked. "Is he a somebody, or a nobody or whatever?" Siren was quiet for a long moment. "No," He finally said. The cadet's hand slammed into his shoulder as he prepared to execute the unconscious man. Orders were orders, and the Saiyans were blasted monsters. He had lost family on Kanasa. Siren raised a hand. "Wait! He's not a Vegetan, nor an enemy."Siren knelt down and pulled the hood back from the unconscious man, exposed a well-kept visage, and a long scar on his entire face. He looked up at the cadet incredulously. "He's one of ours."

The pirates carried him off, and transported him to one of the main ships.


Siren watched as the captured Avalanche Warrior, his mechanical protection removed and sent off for repairs, floated in a vat of rejuvination. The healing juice gave off a faint blue glow as it set about tending to the wounded man's wounds. Pirate guards had taken several key figures as captives, most notably the Saiyan Alondra. She was on a cruiser under heavy guard, making accurate speed jumps every few hours to avoid detection. Siren was unconcerned with that woman. She was an enemy combatant, a sworn enemy of the deal between vegeta, and as a convicted Saiyan, a mere traitor. The man in the tank before him. Well, things were more complicated. The three-way battle had ended swiftly once the Pirates had entered the fray. Vegeta had gained a thin ring of starship wreckage. Mostly destroyed or abandoned Saiyan vessels. Empire forces had been scattered, though a small contingent of Pirate forces remained in orbit. Siren had been immobile for some time, seemingly mesmerized by the rhythmic rise and fall of the unconscious man in the rejuvination chamber. He was so lost that he had a start when a beautiful and armored figure appeared beside the young pirate, face obscured by the rough hewn cloak. "He seems to be recovering well," the figure remarked, attention fixed on the rejuvination chamber. "Blast it! You gave me a start. Must you always go skulking about in such a way? A simple 'Good morning, Lieutenant Pirate, the ship's climate simulator is working splendidly today,' would suffice." The figure's shoulders rose and fell in a careless shrug. "Good morning, Lieuten-" Siren sighed in exasperation and threw his hands up. "Yes, yes. You're the most clever being this side of Vegeta. What brings you here? I told you we would contact you once he regained consciousness." Siren had struggled with the phrasing of his remark. I should have said 'IF he regains consciousness, he thought. The explosion blast which had knocked Snippar Sol out had also sent the self-proclaimed Vindicate into a coma. Neither medical personal no physician could say with certainty when he would wake up, or if he ever would. This worried Siren. The admirable pirate was counting on the man to wake. He had much to discuss. The robed figure did not turn away from the chambers tube. Suddenly Snippar awoke, in the snow with a traveler coming by, in doing so. He saw the human and held out his palm. A surge of energy formulating, KI being condensed and focused on one sole interest. To destroy and kill the human being, in thus he blasted him away into ash with a smirk.