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The rate was constant enough for there to be an expected routine, and one that even those not familiar with the planet, could easily follow. But as people either landed or flew off, there was this lulling serenity with such groups, which helped eased her mind in the same way she felt when she had went running.
Though like most things, it was temporary. Faces didn't interest her beyond the kind of expressions they could bring, and while the planet did get visitors that had more of an affinity for technology, it was for trade than anything else. What reasons beyond business, would someone not Brenchian, have for sticking around a planet not of their own?
The thing that struck her interest in the first place, of whoever or however many came to this planet, could be explained anyway, by the mind needing to be entertained. Even the simplest flicker of movement, would have struck her attention, no matter how much she tried to focus solely on piecing together a recent discovery of hers.
That 'famed' temperament of a Brenchian, took her with this realization, even after correctly timing how long it would take for Brenchians she was only vaguely familiar with, to go and stop their routine. Her eyes were shut, rather than watching them pass by as she usually would, but even so, she came here often enough to be able to picture them.
The whole area, although fuzzy and transparent, she was able to form in her mind. Almost colorless were these depictions, so light and faint, but she required a few seconds of settling her ire, and such droll images did the trick. It was too below her to really be upset at how long processes could take anyway. Better to put that time to use figuring out why, than not liking that she couldn't yet. Though it was by far a peculiar issue for those around her.
Disbelief was what had came to mind, as she thought about entertaining the idea of revealing those she kept track of, were getting slower by increments not even noticeable to the eye. She only knew this to be true herself, incredulous as it was, because of certain habits that were visible enough to keep track of through other means like a watch.
The seats outside of the Colosseum these two had came out of, nice as it was, wasn't somewhere she had wanted to be all day long. She had her fill when it came to vicariously running through others, which wasn't work she would partake in herself until day had gone down. Her state of dress wasn't really appropriate for running around either.
This lab coat of hers, she tended to wear everywhere, only sparsely caring about whether there were too many folds in place as she walked. Instead, her mind took snippets of glances of those around her, gathering more references and repeated data to prove this theory of hers could be easily repeated not just by herself, but her fellow peers.
Things were in place as she had always knew them to be however. One particular couple her age tended to be 'discreet' with some of their actions in public, though the fact of the matter was, nobody cared so long as a scene wasn't made of it. There was a cracked tile somewhere around here, which formed debris from people stepping on it, that was either cleaned due to someone having run past at a speed that couldn't hold the dust, or still present and left there.
However subtle these details might have been, as they were truly just routines and patterns seen as normal by those carrying it out, she still found their movements to be measurable beyond man made devices. Whether through the wrinkle of clothing, or sound being carried on by, it was still proof. But most, she gathered, wouldn't be able to notice.
People tended to care for themselves, and what pieces of evidence she found, was too early to explain. Though she wasn't one to really state things without confidence anyhow. One reason she didn't care for running during the day.
Brenchians so often liked to excel in speed, a challenge from someone to test who the fastest was, wouldn't be unusual. She would have to really give this sort a reason to approach her in such a way however.
There were plenty of their people around, and according to some she knew of, it was more entertaining to bother the tourists anyway, rather than set off the ire of a fellow Brenchian. Approaching near the street that would separate the ship docks, from the more business areas, she couldn't help herself from eying the next sort coming in. Judging from the movement, certain shipments must have arrived, which was more perusal for those interested than for stores.
From what she could recall, it was usually weighted material. The kind heavy enough to put a Brenchian into moving sluggishly for a few days. Durable too. Her interest in these items didn't extend beyond thinking of them as gifts to friends however, though she walked over anyway. Conversation could be found just about anywhere and on any planet, but merchants did tend to gossip and share information for those who cared to try and listen in.
She would see if her glancing was worth her time.
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Demalia Since you're locked in a thread, reply whenever.
The trip had been a surprisingly smooth one. Given the string of recent events that had happened in her life, she expected something to go horribly wrong on the way there. Force once, things had gone according to plan. That might have something to do with the Triad just being a very well designed ship. Her cloaking device had been activated the majority of the trip there. She only turned it off once she got into the Brenchian system. She wanted to give them a heads up before she got on their planet. It would be extremely suspicious if she just came in cloaked. There was the chance that a hostile ship could intercept her now, although she wasn’t too worried. Demalia was certain that the Triad could outrun any enemy vessel, and she would be able to reach Brench before any harm could be done to her.
After going through the proper landing protocol, the Triad descended through the Brenchian sky, touching down at the designated spaceport the Brenchians had told her to land at. The interaction had gone very well. It was a polite, formal exchange which had gone exactly as Demalia expected it to go. It was how the hybrid Tuffle expected her interactions with others on this planet to go. Of course there could always be complications. Which was why Demalia had been suppressing her energy to the point where her signature was practically non-existent. She was hoping that this would keep her well hidden from unfriendly eyes. She did not want to have another encounter with hostile beings. Although staying in public was a very good solution to that problem. No one would be brazen enough to attack her in view of everybody. That would make an enemy out of everyone around them.
Demalia was wearing to be what she considered to be fairly formal attire. It didn't expose too much skin, but at the same time was comfortable and stylish enough to be the typical work attire. The weights she was sporting made things uncomfortable enough as it was. She didn't want to wear anything that might make it obvious she was a scientist anyway: part of the reason she was here was to learn more about the Brenchians and how they behaved normally. It would sort of defeat the purpose of things if they knew they were being studied.
Demalia stepped out the ship, putting on her pink scouter and holding a piece of paper in her hand. She walked away from the spaceport and towards the business area. While she was definitely looking for certain materials and perform transactions to get her hands on said material, she was more focused on studying the Brenchians. They certainly were a very colorful bunch. In more ways than one. They were all like Tuffles who went through a large growth spurt and developed different colored skin from one another. So far, all the ones in range of her scouter seemed to be fairly average in power level though. Which wasn’t what she was looking for.
I’ve heard about their different skin tones before, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen it in person. Why did they evolve that way? Having this many variety of colors in skin tone doesn’t seem to give much a survival advantage. Unless if it helps them out in a way that makes sense on this particular planet. Hopefully I’ll come across a decently strong one soon. The stronger ones will be able to show me what they’re more capable of.
Suddenly, her scouter beeped as it picked up a strong signal. She turned her in the direction it was indicating and saw a Brenchian girl wearing a labcoat. She appeared to be about her own age. The white lab coat she was wearing made her really stand out from the crowd. Both brains and power… this Brenchian was already very interesting and she hadn’t even conversed with her. Demalia walked over to her, holding out the piece of paper she was holding in her hand to her.
“Excuse me, but could you help me with something? This is my first time visiting Brench, so I’m not sure where I need to go in order to get these supplies. Could you spare me a minute and help me find my way?”
The list had various things on it. A couple of them were medicines that could heal injuries. Others were more specific materials, such as certain types of metals. The list also appeared to be comprised of various mechanical parts. Anyone who was knowledgeable in that sort of thing would know that one could make a variety of things with what Demalia had on that list. Spacecraft, gravity machines, robots… those were just a few things one could construct with the materials on Demalia’s list.
Like an opening act that would lead towards the main event, she found most of these merchants were making a presentation of sorts. Some held up what they likely considered to be their best products, while others, only a taste of what they had. The display, extravagant as they were trying to make it, couldn't have moved any slower.
That was the privy that came with sellers who were only planning to be here for a short time. What sort of information they gave, if any at all, would be conversations one would find to be normal, unless time was given for something even more exclusive. Easy to dismiss and to move onto the next merchant, which wouldn't be seen as a loss.
While it might have been their intention to sell a product, the best thing would be to hold at least some form of interest. Get them to stick around long enough to later talk about it later in their day.
That was how these things tended to work, and her evidence lied in her own research. She might not have cared much about what her subjects discussed, but there was a pattern to it like one's movements. The method in question only differed through it relying on subconscious behavior and repeated phrases to make things stick as they should.
"What? You don't believe this stuff is top quality?"
Her features remained unchanged from the look of someone potentially interested, as she stopped near a Puhnian, who seemed to be displeased with one of her fellow Brenchians. What appeared to be, if she had to guess, weighted clothing, was presented out in a way the material had its creases folded out. A bit of a temper on this one.
Easily something that could be used to hear what she wanted, if she continued to stick around here. Though it would be something done in a befitting manner, lest she go and raise the alien's ire, as pointless as it would be.
A flicker of movement caught her eye, and was one which she gladly took to not bring attention to herself, as she turned away as if she was going to walk elsewhere. Though she had actually remained where she was, while looking at the source of the movement. She had a good few seconds to observe and keep a move on, before being accused of having wasted the merchant's time. Such a thing was a common excuse for a seller to rid of someone, that it would be on a Kold Demon's list of things they've heard over their life time, said more than once for their liking.
More ships had appeared. There was plenty of room to be had for them, and these merchants would get at least a decent amount of time before they would have to clear the space they were using, even while their ships were elsewhere.
She had already turned back after seeing the first few locks of hair. What dispute the merchant had seemed to be settling, as the Brenchian took a look for himself, and the merchant was approached about his other wares.
Excellent. Then the attention would not only be off of her, but it could potentially push the Puhnian into revealing more of what he had to offer beyond the surface level. Surely there were more patrons like this Brenchian.
While she had taken a look at what else the merchant had to offer, if only to quell her mind of the conversation unfolding around her, she was still able to detect when something was different about the area. Any Brenchian who even remotely paid attention with their training, should have been able to detect someone else's strength.
One seemed to be headed this way, holding a power that while didn't seem to be greater than her own, was still more than the average inhabitant of this planet. A bit peculiar to reveal that kind of thing.
If one were truly fortunate enough to even be able to visit Planet Frost, it would likely be seen as a challenge. Maybe not something they would see as a fitting one, but still a challenge nonetheless.
What she had noticed about this signature, couldn't be expressed past a look at those that would be considered ahead of her in line, had she truly been interested in any of these wares. The line was more of a mass of a small crowd gathering around what stand the merchant had, but it was still rather clear there was a distinction.
Having stood near the side, which provided a rather sparse view, it was even more peculiar to find the signature coming from someone so short in stature, and wearing garb which she found to be rather casual.
Even before the girl had spoken, it was rather clear that she wasn't an inhabitant of this planet. The question at hand here, was for what purpose she had chosen her, over everyone else. It likely had to do with something about her own strength, if that scouter was any indication, but if this was for some sort of recruitment, it was a mistake.
Wordlessly accepting the list from the girl, as a hand was slipped into one of her coat pockets, she had already started to walk off. Her own question had been practically answered as she read, though it wasn't something that delighted her. The simplicity of her being a researcher and a rather obvious one, noted what she had thought to be something of an opportunity. Even if she would have declined recruitment, it was savory to be able to do so.
"I'll assume your planet must have been far from the Kold Demons, if you're choosing to look for most of these supplies here, rather than there. They would surely have materials even the Tuffles would be missing, seeing as how the planet's resources are dependent on importing theirs."
The list was handed back shortly after leaving that area of merchants, her gaze looking more at the buildings and holographic signs they passed, than anything else. The distance of either planets, in conjunction with this one, she would say could be equated to Brench sitting at a dead end between the two. They had their own exports that other planets would really on, sure, but when it came to suggesting a dominant power of trade, it was Planet Frost.
While surely thinking of themselves as the better with their natural power, to the point where she was sure plenty of them at least acted like royalty, the aliens still weren't the sort to turn away someone willing to buy.
"Your interest is still appreciated however, though you've given me no choice but to ask of what constructions you seem to be planning. Perhaps it might be different for an outsider, especially when we've had no prior relationship, but there's really no need to be closed with ideas. It's easier to prove theft, more than someone typical would believe, and reputation just as easily ruined from using such methods."
The first and easiest stop would be their district for medicine. With the kind of strains a Brenchian were willing to put on their body when it came to training, it was far easier to offer an area of recovery, which was more of a dedicated and prepared replacement for medical tents. Rented buildings for the most part, having share a neighborhood.
Her gaze finally turned to the girl, as she gave her own proposition.
The bustling marketplace was different then what Demalia expected for it to be. Planet Plant was no stranger to alien species visiting them. Although she had never seen this many different species in one area before. She saw a Puhnian having a dispute with a Brenchian about the quality of a purchase. It wasn’t any of her business though, so she paid it little mind. There were a lot of exchanges between different species going on around here though. Demalia figured that there were places on her own home world where aliens gathered. It was certainly worth looking into when she got back. She had lived a fairly sheltered life once, although those days were over now.
Demalia followed the girl as she walked off with her list. She clearly wanted Demalia to follow her, which was a little unusual. It did seem to imply that this Brenchian wanted to do more than just help her get what she needed and then go on her way. This person could have just pointed her in the direction that she needed to go in to find the materials and be on her way. But instead she was leading her through the crowded streets of the marketplace. Tomina side stepper to avoid walking into a couple of Brenchians, briefly jogging forward to catch up with the Brenchian teen.
“If I was aiming only to get those supplies, then you would be correct. The Kold Demons nearly match my fellow Tuffles in terms of the quality of the tech they manufacture. That being said, I have some other business that draws me to this planet in particular. Not to mention, it’s really cold on Planet Frost. I wanted my first offworld experience to be actually offworld. I would have had to stay inside during most of my duration on Frost. It’s much more interesting to be able to explore an alien world.”
Demalia took her list back from the Brenchian when it was handed over to her, folding it twice before sliding it back into her pocket. Demalia nodded when the Brenchian inquired into what she wanted to build. If she was going to get help from someone, then she was going to have to tell them all that she could.
“I plan on making more than a few things with the supplies I have listed there. Some of them are more long term projects. The two immediate ones are the materials to constructing a new lab and living structure, as well as a more advanced gravity machine. The space I have right now for my lab is insufficient for me needs. I’m currently training to push myself to new levels of strength as well. Once I reach the limits of the gravity chamber I have right now, I will need to be able to increase the gravity in order to get stronger. Fortunately I do have time before I’ll need to get an upgrade. It’s good to prepare everything in advance though.”
The fact that this person was asking her what she was making did seem to indicate that she was going to stick around with her for awhile in order to help her. Which was definitely unusual if that was the case. Still, Demalia couldn’t complain. She now had a guide and someone to interact with on Brench. Even though they had just met, Demalia already liked this Brenchian girl. She seemed smart and had a good sense about her. And she was nice enough to go out of her way to help her. For once it seemed like she was having an encounter with another species that wasn’t going to turn violent.
Greater than that of the Supidoan they were so often put into a team with, and the most recognizable thing about them, next to their patience. But they could do better. There was always some room around for making improvements.
Not just in speed, as much as that did interest her, but in other areas. Whether physical, or technological, it was hard not to notice that they might have excelled in one area, but the things beyond that weren't so great.
Their transformations didn't have the kind of power that a Kold Demon would have. Beings who were able to live much longer than most were capable of, and sustain their bodies in cold environments. They had the wealth and technology to remain dominate in the trade industry, with only the Tuffles beating them when it came to inventions.
For the Brenchians to not have anything more that they could call their own, or able to beat out the other races against, wasn't something that sat well with her. They could achieve just as much as anyone else.
It would just take time, and data would needed to be recorded, before that could truly go on and be possible. Leading this tourist around, wasn't something done out of what goodness was there in her heart.
The alien just simply proved to not only be someone that was more intelligent than most, but must have been more capable in battle than she was actually leading on, if her power was any indication.
Which meant she could at least learn something of note, that she might not just staying on this planet. She had plans to leave, but those wouldn't come to fruition for maybe months. Possibly even years.
There was plenty that had to be recorded and properly tested, to really go and pride on one good success. That would simply be a mistake, not being able to back up her claims. An embarrassment yet to happen.
Interested as she was to head where the alien would find one of the first few things on her list, keeping track of whether or not the girl behind her, wasn't any of her concern. It would be foolish to even try doing so.
The inhabitants of this planet, if they weren't speeding away, leaving behind the most meager afterimages she had ever witnessed, then they were keeping a pace similar to her own. Those who weren't apart of some group, at least.
No one around this area that she knew of, was fast enough to jump over them, and make it seem as if they had simply teleported. Didn't mean if you were in their way, they weren't going to go and start something. Even if this was an area one would consider to be a place of healing. That was the kind of temperament her people just had.
Besides, that scanner was something that should have been enough to trace her if needed. She wasn't the type to really hide her own power. It brought her the kind of authority and image that she was looking for, if anything else.
As the girl had caught up to her, responding with her own claims, it had came to light that she was a Tuffle. Quite a bit taller than she had ever heard of one to be, which was either a testament of luck with the genetic lottery, or simply a mixed heritage. The latter was more likely, when it came to things like height. A gene pool filled with long histories of a race known to be much shorter than the norm, would be rather bare when it came to such standards.
Still, the revelation was something that definitely had her picturing the girl in a bit of a newer light. Made being corrected by someone else, feel a bit more unnoticed, than what it would usually pan out to be. Her words might not have truly stated she was confident it was correct, but it still always felt better being right, than wrong.
"Then I suppose doing more than just giving directions has been sufficient."
It wasn't a question, nor meant to be one. Rather she was outlining the rather conventional method a tourist would naturally flock to, feeling that they would be able to grasp things on their own. Maybe that was more true or a funner time in a group, but things could be different alone. Whether this was also the Tuffle's preference, it didn't need to be said. They were already here, and could practically go their separate ways from here if it was wished.
She both heard and saw what she had wanted, from just what the girl had said to her so far. The fact that they had a different preference to solitude on another planet, or exploring it, had already said enough about their approach to work. Being social wasn't something that really concerned her, and was more something she viewed as gathering data.
But since she hadn't been willing to do so on her own in the first place, there was already a bit of a perspective bias intact, at having outside influences affect her choices. She could be proven wrong, though it wasn't something she was likely to admit without a fitting opportunity, assumption or not. It dealt too much with relations.
When it came to relationships, it was better for that sort to be intact enough for there to be assistance if she had needed it, but not attached enough to get in the way of her own work. Even if a day wouldn't affect much.
"Well this training is certainly more efficient than half of what the population here is doing. It might not be a popular opinion for some out there, but gravity chambers have more use when programmed with simulations. No need to hold back when the brain believes itself to be elsewhere."
Most of those she knew, despite her trying to convince them it was the equivalent of a dream, seemed to have more of a preference for the kind of machines that simply affected the gravity, rather than a project a field that could expand to be the size of a planet, if you knew what you were doing. But of course, most wouldn't. She could easily picture a fellow Brenchian, having carried a machine that wasn't properly set up, and would likely cause things to flicker.
Ducking into one of the buildings around here, it became rather obvious the place held the scent of what it sold, likely from patrons who wasted no time in opening it up, either before or after having bought the thing.
That blue salve that was made famous for its notorious healing properties, was often rolled out in cylinder tanks. There was also the kind that released into the air like fumes, only much more visible, as well as one that could gravitate towards others if it was one that was meant to be something shared, rather than to use alone.
She had only walked into the building, but stopped short out front. Once anyone had really found themselves into this district, wandering around on their own was likely to get them somewhere they had wanted to go, following the path.
"That list of yours isn't particularly long, from what I can recall. If it's more preferential, I can leave you to your business. The Workshop, and The Junkyard, as they're known to be called, isn't too far from this district if you just follow the path. Though you'll find yourself going a bit around for the latter."
It was bittersweet being on Brench after waiting so long to get here. The Tuffle hybrid had been looking forward to this trip for a long time. And yet when she finally got here, she couldn’t fully enjoy it. Oh the architecture, the ships, the city, and the Brenchians themselves were as interesting as she thought they would be. Hell, she even ran into someone who was pretty smart.
But coming here also reminded her of the original circumstances that she was supposed to come here. Her mother and father were taking her on one of their research expeditions for the first time. It was supposed to be a family outing. But that had been torn away from her forever, taken in front of her very eyes as her parents or murdered. Demalia tensed up when she thought back to it, her gaze turning towards her feet as the emotions rose up inside of her. Illusive man…. I will find you no matter what! I won’t let you get away with murdering innocent people! You will be brought to justice one day, I swear it!
The torrent of emotions had threatened to overwhelm her, but they now subsided. These episodes came and went now and again. Being in a place where they were supposed to be triggered a painful reaction. But she had somehow managed to keep composure in public. She turned to look at the Brenchian she was traveling with. She was very smart and strong, and she was pleasant enough to be around. It was a nice change of pace from now things had been going for her lately. She hoped that the other Brenchian girl hadn’t noticed her near panic attack. She was good at hiding them, but they did happen from time to time.
“You’ve already done more than you’ve had to do for a random stranger, and I appreciate that. I honestly didn’t expect to get such good reception from anyone today. I figured that it was going to be a neutral experience at best.”
The Brenchian had then brought up the possibilities of what she could do with her gravity training. She was interested to know that it was something that many Brenchians didn’t participate in. She figured they would be more likely than the Tuffles to want to get stronger. Apparently they were as complacent as most species seemed to be.
“Really? I thought that the number of Brenchians training to make themselves stronger would be of a higher ratio than that. Gravity training seems like it would be a particularly effective method for your race. The more gravity you can withstand, the easier it is to maintain that speed you’re all known for having. Getting real life scenarios to program into the gravity simulator is part of why I’m here too. I like writing my own programs, and there’s only so much you can construct with just data and records alone. I want the experience to be as realistic as possible.”
Demalia followed the Brenchian as she went into one of the buildings, her nose twitching as a barrage of smells hit her at once. Apparently people were too impatient to open their supplies in a more private setting. The Tuffle hybrid waved her hand in front of her face to disperse some smoke that got away, and stood next to the Brenchian. When she mentioned that this was where they could part, Demalia turned and looked at her companion. It would indeed be simple to just leave her and find things on her own, but….
"Um, I don't know your name, but thank you for everything so far. I know this is a lot to ask of you, but do you mind accompanying me as I do my shopping? There's another reason that I'm here that I might need the help of a local for. And the truth is... I'd really like some kind of company right now. It's been awhile since I've had a meaningful conversation with anyone due to..... circumstances as of late. Social interaction would do me a lot of good right now."
Demalia reached up and rubbed the back of her head, looking at the Brenchian apprehensively. She wasn't telling a lie: she truly did need to interact with someone right now. The next person she talked to after her parents died was a self-proclaimed God who told her that she was an abomination because of her demon blood, and had intimidated her before slapping her around. This Brenchian girl was literally the only person she had talked to recently who wasn't trying to hurt her in some way. The loneliness was getting unbearable for her. Even if it was just for one day, talking with someone, anyone who didn't mean her harm was something Demalia needed right now. She hoped that this young Brenchian girl would give her that.
She had worked as much as she could, trying to fix that, though found most of what zeni she received spent on research. A bigger place was beyond helpful, but there were things like assistants she wanted to get first.
Competent people she could still put in charge, but continue to remain distant with outside of business. The efforts to find someone of her standards wasn't exactly an easy task however. She had gotten applicants, as expected when putting out an ad, though they either didn't interest her, or failed to share the reasoning she was looking for.
Things she considered to be rather simple, like how to better make use of a Brenchian squadron, if given certain supplies, and wanting them to reach a certain level by a certain date. Some had come close, but they had shown enough of their personality for her to know it would be a business where they would have butted heads.
Disagreeing about one thing, but wanting to make improvements to something that was needed. What she would likely considered a waste of resources. But while she hadn't had much luck in her search, she had always enjoyed knowing that with each of them, she was able to one up them in a way. Had them thinking about themselves.
What kind of worth that they had. She always thought it was fair to make such judgments, knowing this sort were getting into claims that could be disputed, and returned with the same kind of fire that she sought to give them. Expected, really. They were Brenchians, and clashing was rather likely for them, no matter how petty.
What she would consider to be feeling herself above them in certain areas, could just as easily be proven false, if they really knew what they were talking about. But if they had trouble even waiting to apply store bought merchandise, it wasn't likely. Going back to her lab was her intention in the long-run, after a quick look at the mail.
She wouldn't expect her plans to just come to fruition, but that was no excuse not check anyway. To let herself view her life as anything less than what she dreamed of, could negatively influence the effort into her research.
"Off-worlders tend to be opportunistic."
That was the extent she was willing to acknowledge something like praise. Although part of what the Tuffle had said, also seemed a bit more like the girl's own thoughts. If the end had been a bit more negative, it would have sounded much like self-loathing. Easy to do when under stress, and knowing how susceptible the mind just was.
"That scouter of yours should be enough proof. Some might be bigger than the average 1,000, but that's where it ends beyond our main forces."
She didn't consider it to be some phenomenon that couldn't be explained. From her perspective, the planet's gravity itself was more than enough for most of the locals. Any of those who went beyond it, were either hospitalized and thus continued to stick to what they could handle and normally sustain, or their training was just less effective alone.
"My own findings attribute to the planet's already higher gravity. Sustaining it is enough for some people, and as you can see, going beyond has resulted in this."
Her hand gestured to this district as she mentioned what glimpses they were able to see, of those who had gotten themselves injured to the point where those who could afford to wait, simply did so when it came to surrounding themselves in a healing tank's contents. Different motivations or even funding, would easily be able to do that.
"There are some models where the gravity makes even the strongest effort, difficult to move the body. It has its benefits, and possibly more efficient for those looking to increase their strength. But most of us like to move around, even the ones that seem to thrive on using pain as a recognition for improvement."
Although it hadn't been mentioned, and possibly wasn't even alluding to such, the idea of realistic had her thinking of driving a body to complete exhaustion. Something which this particular gravity chamber would absolutely do.
Not something she saw fitting to her tastes, as it would make work difficult, but it was still an option. Things in life usually were, even when brought circumstances that could change such a thing, like what was being confessed to her by the Tuffle. Something as personal as this, was a matter that could easily sway another's mind.
The reason why on some planets, one was able to con their way into receiving what they wished. Her hindsight was one she'd say was better than most, and beyond this trust that she was being imposed by this girl, there were no signs there was a need for her to suspect such a thing. Although the situation was what she considered to be problematic.
"Rukia,"
That had been the first thing she supposed it was appropriate to get out of the way first. Though doing so certainly wouldn't make the situation easier. Her mind was already made up on the decision, but with what was revealed, there was just a certain and expected effort on her part. One which she hadn't at all expected to encounter today.
"I'm willing to continue what was offered on my part, yes. That includes what you find fitting to discuss to pass the time."
The problem with dealing with the issues of another, was being attentive in a way that her mind would find to be stimulating. Like figuring out some puzzle that she wanted to crack, as uneasy as that could make her feel, having to provide comfort to issues which if she had, she'd sought to solve on her own. It might have been true that the musings of others could also bring insight one wouldn't think of themselves, though it was hardly encouraging.
She had made it quite a number of years without an assistant, and what aid her friends gave, were more suggestions of who to research if anything else. She would continue to manage fine without getting involved in the affairs of others. Her agreement in this one, continued as such, more because of her politeness than anything else.
“Aren’t most people opportunistic?It’s true that most people who travel from other worlds are there for specific reasons, but people in general take whatever is given them, and would want to take advantage of a situation if they can. Are Brenchians not like this?”
Demalia used her scouted to look around the area. Sure enough, most of the powers around them were noticeably lower than the Brenchian girl she was with, and considerably lower than her own. That was becoming the norm all of a sudden. She found herself above most people she encountered in terms of strength as of late. The only person outclassing her being that Kai. Demalia shuddered at the memory of that being.
<Perhaps this was why he was so worried about my increase of power. Not only do I have the blood of a species he hates running within my veins, my power has far surpassed that of the average person, no matter what species they are in. He’s worried about the possible hard I could do.>
Demalia suddenly came to the realization that she had enough power to do effectively anything she wanted. She could easily steal all the expensive parts and items she needed, and not a single individual could do a thing about it. The very idea repulsed her though. That was low behavior that she was never going to take part in. Demalia turned her attention back to her Brenchian companion when they brought up the subject of gravity again.
“Gravity training does mainly increase strength, but it increases your over all power too. How much power you have determines everything from how strong you are to how fast you can go. So I personally think gravity training would be efficient for your your race, even if the benefits happen for more indirect reasons.”
When Demalia asked as to whether or not the Brenchian could spend more time with her, she let out a sigh of relief when she said that she could. She also had given her a name, so she was obligated to tell hers as well.
“My name is Demalia. It’s a pleasure to meet you Rukia. So, what do you normally do for a living? I myself specialize in electronics and engineering, in multiple fields.I even know a bit about biological engineering. Although it’s a skill set I don’t expect to use often.”
Demalia and the Brenchian made their way to their first stop, which was meant to get Demalia some capsules for various purposes. She had quite a bit of shopping to do. At least she had someone to keep her company though.
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They were as competent as any other, able to defend their home planet during times of crisis, and maybe faster than most. But that was just what lied on the surface. What little an opposing party was able to really see.
The temperament her people were known for, one might say could be the reason they weren't the conquerors the Kold Demons were. Why Brenchians were so often paired up with a Supidoan, instead of being out on their own off-world.
When it came to channeling a certain focus, in the kind of ambitions the Tuffle was suggesting, she found their lives typically associated with just following what they were told. Being at the kind of leisure most could handle.
It was why they had an arena in the first place, meant for contesting each other in speed. Why this society was so accommodated to their bouts of speed, no matter how small of a task that they were going on to use it for.
"Ambitions lie in the heart of those who grasp it. With what battles we're pulled into, and paired together with a Supidoan, my data has accounted how much entertainment trumps the kind of ambition you're suggesting. Supidoans act as a kind of outlet that fulfills such a need, being one of the few that could match us in speed. So when two people are so equally matched, even in fervor, growth can be rather slow and cancelling."
She watched with mild amusement, as the girl had looked around, the scouter blinking and easily reading the strength of those who passed by around them. Even if any of her people could wind up feeling offended, some Supidoan that might have been with them, brought their attention to be placed elsewhere. Really only backing up her data.
The power the Tuffle had, was more than double of an average Brenchian, and so much could be done, if the girl really had any ill intentions. With her also being an outsider, there was an extent to which things could be done.
Likely too taxing for most of her people, nor really worth the effort. Her own power which was above her fellow man, was high as well, but nothing which was something to fear. Their generals had much higher than her own.
But being in such a position of authority, they were always busy, and couldn't tend something they would view as trivial. Off-world more than any other Brenchian she had personally knew, but it was for the good of the people.
That was the popular belief, anyway. She could be rather indifferent to what went on outside of her own research, and the ill-intents of someone else, was hardly something she would bat an eye on, if it didn't disrupt her.
"I plan to do some of my own, but it's nothing I'd rush. What I currently have, was gained more from leisure, than anything strenuous."
What she considered to be taxing, would have been training in the academy. Though she would hardly say it was an influence on what power level she had gained. Even while she didn't have much proof, she wanted to believe it was her own growing knowledge, that was helping her body adjust to where she could only dream it could head to.
"Brenchians are soldiers before anything else. While I do find myself occasionally going off-world, I do research with a couple of other fellow minds on a number of projects. They're mostly into technology, but I find myself still tinkering with formulas to utilize speed as an essence, the same way capsules can already heal."
The idea would seem like it would be rather simple to do, knowing that they were already able to convert the healing juices into air form, but it wasn't. What trial effects she was able to produce, amounted to nothing more than alertness, or containing the effects of something like caffeine, rather than what she was aiming to go for.
Each failure, while not publicly announced, was something which did aggravate her, the more she tried. But there was only a certain number she could reach however, before she would wind up finding herself to be successful.
In the time it would take her to do so, she had to sacrifice any achievements her academic peers made, just having to watch them be recognized for things she found to be trivial. Something people didn't think too much of.
That was the kind of difference between her and them. They could boast all they wanted, but what she wanted to achieve, would be remembered more than anything they could produce to only convenience their people a little.
Simply gesturing her hand at where the Tuffle had wanted to go, her hands were back in her coat pockets, as the recognizable breeze of air conditioning had flew across her body. Even after going in, and eyes naturally just flicking over to the aisles of different products, there was really nothing that she personally wanted.
She already had everything she considered to be essentials, and with most Brenchians preferring injuries, no matter how much their commander would berate them as such, most of the contents of this building were bought by their own forces than civilians. Everything else the Tuffle was looking to buy were similar, but different conditions.
The conversation had turned into one about the mindset of Rukia’s race. It seemed as though the Brenchians weren’t quite as ambitious as she was. Which at first she found a bit strange. Although as Rukia explained it to her, it somehow started making even less sense to her.
“Your race and the Supidoan compete with one another in speed, and yet you don’t try to outdo the other? Neither of you train hard to get better and get faster and faster. Competition and rivalries are strong motivations in getting stronger. Even entertainment can be made competitive. It seems strange that it actually keeps them from getting more powerful.”
Then again, Tuffles weren't really like that either. They kept to themselves and didn’t really seek to get stronger. Sure, they knew about ki and methods to get more powerful. But they usually kept to their own affairs, so they all were usually average in strength. As she saw the various different power levels around her, Demalia started to realize that she was the unusual one. Why did she have so much ambition when compared to everyone else? Saiyans loved fighting, so she understood them wanting to get stronger. But she loathed battling, and yet seeked to get stronger.
“You're in no rush to get stronger. It isn’t necessarily for you to go all out to get more powerful. I miss those days. I’ve got a long road ahead of me though. I’m going to have to prepare for it in any way I can.”
Demalia went over and picked out various capsules to buy. She knew what she wanted, so it didn’t take long for her to get what she needed. After paying the cashier, she followed her Brenchian companion out of the store and towards their next destination.
“Wow! You’re qualified in many different forms of science then. I myself am studying various formulas in addition to the healing and speed capsules. There’s a lot of good we can accomplish if we discover formulas that help people in various ways. There are some things that typical healing capsules can’t cure. Putting that aside for the moment, I want to know more about your work. What worlds have you been to? Which project that you worked on was the one you consider the most successful? Oh… sorry…”
Demalia’s cheeks had a tinge of pink to them. She had embarrassed herself and had gotten carried away with things. It was pretty rude the way she went on too. Sometimes she just couldn’t help doing that.
“That was pretty rude of me. It’s just that I didn’t think I’d run into a fellow scientist during my short visit here. I sometimes tend to really go on about topics that I’m really interested in. I got a little bit ahead of myself back there.”
Demalia entered the next destination they were going to, which was the place where she could get parts to build the machines she needed to build. Demalia browsedthe merchandise, taking not of their merchandise. Demalia stopped walking on occasion and inspected some things closely. A very observant person would notice that she was looking at more than just parts to build a gravity machine. Was there another project the Tuffle scientist was working on?
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As much as she viewed her subordinates to be inferior to her, they were thoughts she just couldn't say outright. The proof of just how accurate she was, wasn't something which she could draft up on a whim, in a moment like this. She also wasn't particularly eager to go and prove such a thing either. The fact of the matter was, their partnership was a thing long before she was born.
Whether or not each and everyone of them actually found distaste for their partners, she couldn't say was certain. But it was hardly anything that would have been surprising, seeing as how their other halves carried so much energy within them.
So of course, attempting to surpass what they had already beaten, wasn't something that would be necessary. Nor did she see it ever being the case. They had remained in good standing with each other for so long, things would only change if it was done purposely.
"Competition is a bit of a strong word, to sum up the reasons. Like how you Tuffles can put your minds into forming some new invention, I'm sure we Brenchians could put our legs into finishing our rivalry with the Supidoans. But what comes after doing so? Where is the merit? Our partnership with them might be universal, but the answers to those questions would not."
There was order to be had in this world, and while a movement like that wouldn't necessarily upset the balance, it did lack value in accomplishing such a thing. The fact that it was also physical prowess, rather than mental, only made it even less interesting.
The Tuffle's commentary, much like a few things of what the girl had said earlier, came off more like personal confirmation, than anything meant to be a response. But whether it was or wasn't, what she heard still managed to hint at something more behind it.
From what she could recall about the alien's people, they weren't necessarily the sort to really fight. The implication of this difference, was of course a different upbringing. Their surroundings so often winded up being their own determinants into who they were, that even she was guilty of it. Though that was what made them all unique. The thing that made them different than others.
"Attribute that to the academy, rather than my own doing. There's enough of us around to where only a few who really tries, get sent off the planet as soldiers in battle, rather than the field we know more of."
She was positive the duties of a civilian like herself, differed from planet to planet. It wasn't more of a worry having to be called on, what with it being seen more akin to time off from work, which they wind up being paid for anyway.
Anyone that managed to lose their lives or suffer grievous injuries, got themselves into that point, for not adhering to orders. Confidence was just as well the likely cause of such misfortune, and the desire to prove what wasn't necessary.
The trip to the store didn't take too much of their time. Nor should it really have. There was only a few things around here that could take some time to grab, and one would really have to try to even take more than a few minutes to leave a place like this.
Even on those days where she couldn't help but be lost in thought, her own body still moved from place to place, and got her to where she needed to be. Though it certainly must have helped that they were talking, and the Tuffle seemed to be more interested in doing so, than she was. Her responses, while not flat, was more akin to having to explain to a co-worker what she was doing.
"It's all just semantics. Though to answer your curiosity, mostly scouting on Namek, and the local creatures wandering where they shouldn't. Frost on the occasion, but it's more like attending a hearing, than picking up shipments."
Heading towards the building where the mechanical parts were, the lights around were much more dimly lit, with various puffs of smoke coming from the roofs of buildings. The Brenchians around here, were more at their leisure, with the occasional sight of a Supidoan. This change of atmosphere didn't bother her in the slightest, beyond how particularly warm it was around.
"As for projects, I suppose the one I consider to not require any further touches, would have had to be my involvement with the Androids we have do maintenance around here."
Looking at the line of materials herself, there were pieces and things she recognized having used before, as she had moved to grab what she needed. It was mostly metallic bins and the like with weight to them, than anything loose or consisting of smaller parts.
Coming here, she couldn't help but be reminded of her failures, when it came to making speed into an essence. The thesis for it wasn't due any particular time soon, having needed to be backed up with data over time, though it did cut into other prospects.
"You're looking rather close at the materials. I'd always figured your culture could mix and match just about anything."
It was more of an observation than a question, but the closest kind of concern the alien would get, while she looked elsewhere.
Now that was a point of view that she never even knew could exist within the scientific community. She viewed that advancing their speed to outperform the Supidoans completely. They seemed content to keep the status quo. Did all Brenchians feel the same way?
“You can push both yourselves and the Supidoans to new heights. f you push yourselves to become much faster than them, then it incentivises them to push themselves to keep up with you. Both species would increase their own capabilities as a result. Competition is what fuels progress: it’s part of why my race is known for their technological advancements. Not only do our businesses compete with each other, but our technology is meant to help us keep up with other races as well.”
Of course Demalia didn’t mean keep up in the sense of fighting prowess. Although the Tuffles did have their own military that utilized their state of the art technology, the only real advantage they had were in their numbers. Tuffle technology was used all over the galaxy. They played a valuable role in the galactic community. Each race had their own strengths and weaknesses, and that was the biggest asset the Tuffles had to offer other races.
“The greatest advancements on Planet Plant have come from needs of advancement. Improving the standard of living, curing deadly diseases, trying to outdo our competitors, These are a few of the factors that drive progressive growth. Without any kind of competition or motivation for moving forward, a civilization can become stagnant If you become content with how things are, there’s no incentive to move forward. Er, not to say that you or other Brenchians are lazy. It’s just, um, strange not to strive to better oneself in any way that you can.”
Once again, Demalia kicked herself mentally for her social awkwardness. Sometimes when voicing her opinions, she unintentionally made herself seem like a snobby elitist. While Demalia did make an effort to try and word things so that she wouldn’t upset anyone, she wasn’t going to lie about scientific subjects. Demalia did believe that progress was fueled by desires to get stronger.
Demalia wanted to obtain more power in order to deal with strong threats towards her and other Tuffles. Once she was strong enough, she was expand things to deal with threats made against any other species in the galaxy. That wasn’t the only thing that was driving her though. She also wanted to see how far she could go, and what kind of powers she could obtain. As a scientist she was on an eternal quest for knowledge. Knowing her full potential was another thing that she wanted to know.
The Tuffle hybrid listened as her new Brenchian friend talked about her experiences. She talked about joining the Academy, as well as the various places she went in her life. Rukia had been to some pretty notable places. She had fairly good experience with Android construction as well. It was a pity Rukia hadn’t been born a Tuffle: they might have grown up together to be best friends. She smiled over at the Brenchian girl.
“I’d say that education paid off immensely. Although you’re selling yourself a bit short. I can tell you have a natural talent that exceeds most of your colleagues You can go into any scientific field with ease. You’ve been to several places offworld, and you’ve played a part in building androids around here. You look like that you’re about my age as well. To accomplish this much already means that you’re going to accomplish great feats someday.”
Demalia continued to look through the parts in the store. She stopped at what appeared to be a very small circuit board with small wiring, leaning forward and adjusting her glasses to get a better look at it. It appeared to be optical components for androids. As she inspected it, she couldn’t help but be a little amused by her Brenchian friend’s comment.
“You certainly think very highly of my people, although it’s a bit of a misconception. Well, I suppose you’re technically right. We could mix and match just about anything if we wanted to. I could for instance, build a functional android made entirely of aluminum. However it would easily fall apart and wouldn’t be as efficient in its tasks. We use what’s best for each project.”
Demalia took the circuit board, then continued to browse through the store for more items to get. She gathered more parts she would need to run her new gravity chamber, but she also picked out a couple more things that were for something else. Some of them appeared to be parts for androids, although she was mostly getting smaller pieces. Did she already have most of the parts she needed back at home? Or was she using these items for some other purpose?
The kind that continued to hint at the ambition she wouldn't share without proven data, that she could accomplish it herself. It was a mistake in most cases to believe so earnestly that one approach could show growth in an area. Distance and caution needed to be taken, with low expectations of the results.
She had never quite met a Tuffle, but if others of this girl's kind were similar in nature, than they were certainly optimistic types. All of these theories were really nothing more than conjecture, and not in the slightest something she couldn't have considered herself. But voicing such a thing in the first place, she supposed wasn't too out of place for the conversation expected between them. Though they were better off given to a different Brenchian.
"That's just the kind of ambition suited more for those who wish to leave this planet. If competition is that fierce on yours, then it must be exhaustion keeping your race from killing each other."
From the sound of things overall, that was the impression she was being given. Though it could have also just been an imposition of feelings and beliefs, which she had unfortunately not shared. Leaving this planet of Brench was hardly ever going to be something she'd go after anytime soon.
At least, not until she was finished with her research. Even the slightest introduction of any new hires or even a bigger place than her apartment, would be the thing supporting her stay here. Deploy to other planets on a long-term basis truly wasn't likely without some kind of disturbance at hand. There might have been space pirates around, according to those who came and left the planet, but they were hardly going to be trouble for a squadron of speedsters.
"Yes, your kind has accomplished quite a bit, though there is a point where complete efficiency would create a rut."
All these accomplishments certainly had their merit, but with such kind of development going on, it would likely just lead to a point where they solved everything their kind could need. Become self sufficient, and possibly even isolationist, before they began to overstep and try to fix the issues of others.
It was a notion she wasn't amused by in the slightest, though there wouldn't be much she could do about it at the moment, in this hypothetical scenario. All she knew was that some kind of planet takeover would change her way of living far more than she would have wanted it to be. Delay what research she had.
Compared to what she had shared with the alien, she thought there was a rather clear difference in enthusiasm between them. One which was best left to be ignored beyond the meaning of her own view on things. There were several matters she had disagreed with or thought was presumptuous, but it was harmless.
The praise for what she had done, was just another thing today, she felt didn't need to be addressed. Not when the Tuffle talked just enough to keep on carrying one matter, to something else. Whether it was intentional or not, they were really better off continuing things along until the alien was finished.
"Merely giving credit where it's due. In the long-run, issues tend to be temporary anyhow."
Some compliments to other beings, she didn't mind giving out, but it was the idea of it being returned, that had her disinterested. Having some pride in work wasn't unusual, but being willing to put her own name to it, and publicly mark it off was a different thing entirely.
Work with the androids and other similar things, she wouldn't say really required attention towards. It was a collaboration effort, rather than something she was likely to propose and finish herself. Not like this research into speed and its improvements. Like the last place, she had managed to finish first, even doing it rather timely. The kind of thought the alien must have put into things, she wouldn't doubt far exceeded what was necessary.
A glimpse of what the Tuffle had in mind to build, she already heard of, and there was nothing more to it for her.
Demalia frowned over at her new Brenchian friend. Did she just insinuate that there was a correlation between a competitive mindset and violence? She was sure that Rukia didn't mean any kind of hard, and was certain that this wasn’t some type of underhanded insult. It still bothered her a little bit that Tuffle competition got associated with more brutal styles.
“My level of ambition is usual I’m told. It's the type that some of the big name scientists of my homeworld have. Competition doesn't mean we’re a violent species. We have enough of it to promote growth and change, but not enough to encourage any type of violence. We do things in a highly civilized manner.”
Rukia went back and praised her race, and then followed that up with a possible downside to the compliment she had given. Rukia seemed to be a very analytical individual who considered the pros and cons of everything. Granted Demalia did that to a degree as well. It was part of being a scientist. Although Rukia seemed to apply that to everything. Was there anything that she wouldn’t analyze in some way?
“I suppose if people focused only on their research all the time, it would get rather dull. Which in turn would lead to equally uninspired results. We put our all when we need to. Our efficiency excels in the subjects that we apply ourselves to.”
Of course, each person had their own set of talents. Not every Tuffle could go into any field they wanted to and immediately do well in it. There was certainly a higher percentage of Tuffles who went into scientific fields compared to other races. But everyone had their own strengths and weaknesses.
Demalia continued moving through the store, browsing the various items there. With how long she was staring at some of them, it seemed as though she was archiving everything with her memory alone. Soon enough she walked towards the front counter, and the small line that led to it. Once she got at the back of the line, she turned her head so that she was looking at her Brenchian friend.
“Well, technical difficulties don’t last too long. With enough time most problems can be solved. Of course, you aren’t always given enough time for some solutions.And time doesn’t fix everything.”
Demalia turned away from Rukia after she said this, looking ahead in line. That had been close: she didn’t want to get into that particular subject matter with someone she just met. Granted she liked Rukia so far, but there were just some things she wanted to keep to herself right now.
The sight of one wasn't too uncommon when speaking with her, though the reasons for it varied from person to person. The common and usual just so happened to be those who took offense to her words. But they were mistaken to even see it that way, or believe that she owed them any due apologies at all.
Whether or not the Tuffle had felt the same, it was difficult to tell. For all she knew, the alien could have been frowning in thought, wondering if anything was needed, if she were to allow herself to buy the idea it wasn't from her own words. There was only the optimism she was seeing, that made such an idea less likely. Those capable of feeling this way, she had no doubts that they had every right to do so. But matters tended to be subjective.
If she really wanted to prove her beliefs in what was supposed to just be idle chatter, she would have done so through other means. There was no worth to it otherwise. They've already had a clear difference in ambition, and she was only going to put as much effort into doing something, as expected.
It could all be seen as entertainment or something to pass the time in the end, knowing it wasn't a personal project that she was just eager to make something out of. So long as she had the time for it, there wasn't really any harm. Work could be made up for given the time, and worth of material.
"Which sounds inspiring, though has me questioning if things would change, if certain factors were introduced."
As far as she was aware of, none of the nearby planets were really places common for outsiders to make a home out of, in a way that they were essentially tourist traps. The kind of influence that could come from such a thing, she would say was likely to change a planet for sure, given the time.
Though what problems could come from it, it would have likely been argued the benefits were greater. But change wasn't the easiest to adapt to without the right cause to it. When they had departed from here, she would end up settling back into the routine she had before, while her data continued to be tested.
"Dull or the chance to fall into some kind of rut."
Just as likely to happen as any other thing, approaching a routine the same way, without significant changes. For someone like the Tuffle, it was possible that while there were short periods of exhaustion, their sense of focus might have been good enough to overcome it. That kind of thinking and ambition weren't exactly easy to let go of, knowing the girl did mind the efforts of others. Certain things were strange, but they did have different cultures here.
"It can be a difficult balance but I suppose certain factors do make a circumstance more likely."
Time not fixing everything wasn't exactly inaccurate. A destroyed structure couldn't rebuild itself without the means or interests to fix it. There tended to be personal matters tied to it just as well, but those were emotions she was all too well aware she wasn't eager to listen to, if she were to be honest.
One's own troubles could never really be more important to another, without losing a sense of self, and mistakenly living that sort of life. But such a scenario deprived of reason and an identity to it. Of the methods to do so, empathy was better off being experienced being put into the same situation.
With the girl joining her in line, there was really little stopping a departure.
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