A Diplomatic Incident [Nashua] Oct 2, 2018 16:14:50 GMT -6
Post by Lord Boreal on Oct 2, 2018 16:14:50 GMT -6
The bleak hills and torn earth of the Northern Scar were mostly silent. Boreal stood on one of the peaks, eyes closed, and limbs flickering out as he practiced. An oasis of calm, the eye of a storm of attacks. In his head, he pictured those he had fought, or seen fight. Vocado, using the moves of a Saiyan Elite he battled before as an example. A student of the Eps Pur Kahn style. A Majin, attempting to swallow him. Attacks came almost at random, and he blocked or countered, pushed forth or moved back.
Cracking open his eyes, he exhaled once. He was currently exploring the planet, seeking the WTF forces and getting a handle on the situation. He was also looking for the Saiyan Kingdom forces on the planet, but those could wait if absolutely necessary. He wasn't really looking for a fight at the moment, even if he was fairly certain he would win any such encounter with relative ease. Based on Vocado's reactions, he doubted that anyone in the SK forces would be a real challenge on their own. In a group, perhaps....
Rising upwards, he clenched his fists and shot upwards, until he found himself approaching the atmosphere. He continued upwards, and the atmosphere began to burn against his skin, boiling off the sweat and dirt as he rose. He hung there on the edge of space, relaxing for a moment, when he noticed something below. The tell-tale line of a flying ki user. Hmm... how interesting. He squinted, but he was too far up. Well, only one way to do this....
He sped downwards like a meteor, breaking through the atmosphere and coming to a screeching halt a few hundred yards in front of the traveling fighter. "Hello there, my name is Lord Boreal. Who might you be?" It seemed to be another woman in Saiyan armor, although this one looked a bit more like a Saiyan. He didn't see a tail, however. Still, best to be on guard. Dealing with a rampaging Oozaru was no fun, and unlike SOME idiots he had encountered, he was fully aware that gender was no barrier to martial skill. Folding his arms behind his back, he frowned. Hold on... she looked familiar, actually.
"Were you the Saiyan Kingdom's diplomatic envoy to Brench a while back?" He remembered her arguing quite well, he had been impressed. Many Saiyans eschewed the diplomatic arts, as evidenced by Vocado, and those that didn't could be... quite brusque. He recalled one envoy that had offered to arm wrestle for mining rights. He had sat there, staring him dead in the eyes, arm unmoving, for an hour and a half before he finally conceded. He had to start playing an audiobook through his scouter to entertain himself.