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Post by Inna on Feb 6, 2019 18:21:33 GMT -6
The warm, humid air of the Namekian world made her breaths heavy and brought a flush of color to her cheeks. The mild, cool climate of her homeworld had sheltered her from anything outside of the absolute best conditions at every waking moment. While this planet was home to moderate climates and weathers, she very suddenly felt like she was suffocating the moment her feet dug into the firm soil.
She tried to exhale, but found her breath caught in her chest, trapped and trying to suffocate her. Reflexively, a hand came to her mouth so she could brush her fingertips against slightly parted lips. They sought for the air to come out, to set her free from the suffocation and the slowly rising pain in her chest.
Water dripped onto her fanned fingers. A single drop. And then two more followed. The three beads rolled around her fingers before falling to the ground silently.
Her eyes suddenly burned, vision blurred. Her chest heaved and with it came the air she was looking. But a sound unlike anything she had ever made came from the very depths of her soul. A quiet, trembling whimper that violently shook at her soul and sapped the strength from her knees.
What was… What happened? Why did she hurt? Why was she crying? What was going on?
The woman wrapped her thin arms around her sides, hugging herself as a very shaky breaths racked her body and forced her to take a stumbling step forward.
Oh god, I killed her, the thought slowly materialized in her mind, bringing with it another whimper. Tinanna. She’s dead. I did it. I killed her.
Another sound came out, this one just as shocking as the sobs she had been making. A laugh. Short, breathy, and more like a bark. It resonated within her, striking a warm, fuzzy cord inside of her that she didn’t even knew existed.
She’s dead. This time with less reservations. A strong, burning thought. I killed her. Me.
Her hand suddenly came to her mouth to hide away another laugh. This one more akin to proper laughter. It rolled off her tongue as more warm and fuzzies danced around in her chest and in her gut. Despite her best efforts, the roaring, boisterous noise could barely be contained.
Tears pricked her eyes once more as the pain in her sides welled from within. Laughter pulled and jerked her body until it hurt, leaving her nearly doubling over with absolute glee. When it finally did subside, it was slow and left her breathing out a few giggles for a few moments after.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
Only the thought of why she was on this particular planet shook her from her own fit of hysteria. The Phaethonian man who had rose from nothing -- a dark, pitiful cell where he should have rotted away -- to become the greatest his species had ever laid eyes upon. Feats of heroic strength and absolute domination over every single being within his tiny section of the universe.
A man, born with enough passion and lust in his heart to sate the entire galaxy, he was the embodiment of what his people were. A truly pure being who’s only motivations revolved around pleasure and reproduction.
In many ways, him and his people romanticized everything Inna had come to love about her mortal creations. He exaggerated and brought the best of everything together into one, perfect being.
Well, if you ignored his overall lack of real, substantial power when put up against just about any other race in the universe. But that was a detail that could be conquered with the right touch.
Just as the thoughts had dragged Inna’s sanity back to the ground, a groan echoed from above. A deep, masculine voice that had sung to her in her wildest dreams and had promised her so much despite them never meeting.
Without a second thought, she turned to the sound and began her ascent up a small, grassy knoll adorned with only a few, pale flowers that reached towards the ever present suns above.
Just as he had reached the top, she was about halfway up, her eyes already trained on where she had expected to see him. He, however, took a few moments to notice her carefully hidden aura -- wouldn’t want to attract the wrong attention. In fact, he only noticed when she called his name.
“Methus,” she said somewhat quietly. Loud enough for him to just barely hear, she assumed. She continued, voice louder. “Are you okay?”
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Post by Methus on Feb 6, 2019 18:45:26 GMT -6
Caves were nearby, Methus knew it. He could feel the higher concentration of life within them. He knew that if he just kept going forward, through these hills, across this grass, he could find them. The more he reached his mind out, the more he could feel across the planet, with powers as stronger or even stronger than him dotting it. The regular inhabitants of this “Namek,” no doubt. Another example of the greater power that the Eaus galaxy had born within it, overshadowing that of its tiny satellite.
At this point, Methus had gone far beyond being emotionally stung by the realization.
Then, he heard his name. His name. For a moment, he just stopped. His brain clunked forward slowly, figuring out what direction it came from, and then trying to figure out who here would know him by name like that.
He couldn’t find an answer.
Instead, he snapped his spear into his hand and spun on his heels. He crouched with a loud crack of speed down into a combat position, the tip of his lance low and ready to lash out at the first person he laid his eyes on. His body had twisted in the direction of the voice the moment he realized where it had come from, and his pupils contracted into pinpoints the moment the adrenaline hit his body. His knuckles turned white from their grip on the weapon. Around him, red light flared to life, and his power rocketed back up to its full might.
Then, he blinked, and a saw a tall, pale woman. She looked almost passably Phaethonian, if it weren’t for the strange flavor to her energy. He could even see the way it rolled off her, calm as the oceans of this planet. Her hair was impossibly light, however, and she had an ethereal air around her that told him she was nothing like him at all. In fact, he had a feeling she wasn’t from this world. The odds seemed astronomical.
She looked at him warmly, as well; like he proved to be just the sight her sore eyes needed.
He relaxed, but only slightly. If she had hostile intentions, revealing herself when he had no idea she stood there just a moment ago simply did not make a ton of tactical sense. She could have gotten the first blow quite easily, and a sneak attack in Methus’ current state might have proved fatal all on its own.
His grip loosened, but only just.
“You’ve found him,” he answered quickly, sharply. “Let’s start with the obvious: Who are you, how do you know me, and where the hell did you come from?”
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Post by Inna on Feb 6, 2019 19:10:23 GMT -6
Her eyes flicked from his and to the spear and with the glance came a rush. Electricity poured through her veins and made her mind dance at the idea of clashing her spear against his. What sound would it make? Would the palms of her hands ache as she tried to battle against his proven strength? Would she dismiss the blow as effortlessly as she had Tinanna? Would he yell in pain? Would he grimace and fight tooth and nail?
Briefly, she yearned for that look. That look of absolute desperation and fury as one clinged to their last hope of survival.
But as soon as the thought was there, it was gone and in its place something softer than the sudden rush of adrenalin. It was tender and inviting and brought a smile to her pale face as she looked up at the beaten, but clearly not out, man.
"My name is Inna," she replied warmly as she made a gesture to herself. "I've been watching your people for a very long time. And you, since you were plucked from that god forsaken cell. You've revolutionized your entire species with the conquest of Impus. To the Phaethonians, you're the closest thing to a living god they've ever seen."
Her words oozed of admiration, like odd mix of a lovestruck teenager and a devout worshiper. She smiled and dared half a step closer as she spoke, though never once making a gesture towards the weapon still clinging to her pale shoulders, not making any signs of rushing forward -- she knew all too well how he would respond to something like that.
"Though, I guess I am the closest thing to a god you'll ever see," she said with thinly veiled modesty. "I'm a Kai from a world far detached from this mortal realm. It's because of me that mortal beings like you can exist. Can fight, can love, can rule and conquer."
Each word lifted her chest, filling it with a bubbling warmth that threatened to send excited chills down her spine. Never once had she been able to speak so freely. To express how she truly felt and what it meant to actually be Inna.
Truthfully, she felt that she, perhaps, embodied those very things she had just listed. Why else would she feel so drawn to those aspects of the mortal realm?
"And it's because of me that I'll see you fulfill the promise you made to your people," she concluded, smile daring to break into a grin.
"To conquer Eaus."
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Post by Methus on Feb 6, 2019 19:37:04 GMT -6
A Kai?
That sounded like a kid of food, a high-sugar treat that Phaethonian children might enjoy before they got set into their body-building diets. Yet she described herself as a god, implied she had created the living creatures of the universe, and was therefore responsible for everything that came with that. On the other hand, she also spoke to him, and about him, with an excitement and reverence mixed perfectly together. Like she looked up to him, but also saw how he could change her life.
For just a moment, Methus allowed himself to entertain the idea that she really was some sort of goddess, descended to help him fulfill his destiny.
His grip loosened further. If nothing else, she really, truly failed to set off a single red flag in his mind. If there was an ounce of hostility in her, she hid it so incredibly perfectly that he would stand no chance against her if this really was some devious, alien plot.
So far, the most compelling evidence he heard? She knew things about his past that she, simply, should not.
“That’s a lot to digest, Inna,” the name sounded weird as it slid, clumsily, off his tongue. “You’re some being from the great beyond, sent to help me conquer an entire galaxy. In fact, you even believe that you can help me conquer an entire galaxy? You’re strong, I can tell at least that much, but not that strong.”
In the back of his mind, the most primal part of him awoke, aware that those words might provoke violence from the woman. He seemed stronger than her, much stronger, but back home? She would have been just as strong as Temi.
“Convince me,” he offered next. “Tell me or show me something to indisputably prove your honesty. Then, I’ll lower my spear, and we can get to know each other much more closely. We’ll have to test your loyalty as well.”
If she watched him like she said she did, she knew that the idea of an equal partner simply did not exist within the realm of possibility for him. Only in those fairy tales of true love did a Phaethonian—man or woman—ever have that kind of trust with one of their own kind.
“After that, I’ll hear you out about how you plan to help me conquer this galaxy.”
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Post by Inna on Feb 6, 2019 19:59:51 GMT -6
"I said I'd help your conquest, not hand it to you," her response was quick and accompanied by a quirked eyebrow. A chuckle was hidden just behind her thin lips.
Kai were not beings of strength known for their indisputable display of holy power and divine justice. They were weak, almost even frail by some standards, beings meant to simply observe. Their existence allowed others to exist and so long as they remained locked away in their homeworld, no threats challenged them.
While she and most of her kind were blessed with strength to stand above the average man, it was certainly nothing to defend herself with, let alone subjugate an entire galaxy. She knew the basics of swinging a weapon around and manipulating her ki was like second nature, but that hardly accounted for any true strength in actual combat.
Especially with her suppressing her ki signature, she probably looked no more threatening than any of the rulers he had walked all over.
"As for why you should trust me?" She went on and dared a few steps closer. "Well, to be honest, you don't have much of a choice. I know everything there is to know about most of the planets in the entire universe. Their people, their weaknesses, their strength."
She paused and glanced around to the blue hills that ran into the horizon. Green water lapped at the shore of a far off lake. The peaceful, quiet planet was one of the best possible places for them to meet, even if Methus didn't know it. Heaven forbid he had managed to show up on a place like Earth.
"What do you even know of this planet?" She asked as her violet stare returned to him.
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Post by Methus on Feb 6, 2019 20:20:16 GMT -6
That’s a good question, he realized, privately. Under no circumstances would Methus ever admit that she made a good point, but privately? He acknowledged what she said, and how she laid things out. Strength ended the battle, but a wise soldier and King alike won the battle before it even began. The fight itself would, in the best of circumstances, only be a formality at the very end, to cement the reality that their preparations ensured.
Inna knew things, too; no one could deny that. She spoke about the universe using the terms of his people, such as their name for this galaxy, and their name for this own. She knew right where to find them. On top of that, she seemed to know quite a bit about this planet. Meanwhile, Methus arrived here only because his on-board A.I. decided that it seemed like an acceptable place for an emergency escape situation. No other knowledge or foresight went into it than that.
For all he knew, the people here were twenty feet tall and consumed rocks to survive.
Slowly, he lowered his spear and stood upright again. He kept the red weapon in-hand, but, clearly, if she wanted him dead? She would never have bothered with all of this. If she had an ally she acted as the decoy for, he stood no chance anyway.
“We stole a database from the people of Zoon,” Methus explained. “Before my starship sank, it identified the planet as having the local name of Namek. The people aren’t excessively powerful, but they’re not weak either. Nothing remarkable about this place and no signs of industrialized civilization. I doubt anyone here has ever traveled the stars.”
Still, he refused to admit to his own cluelessness. No one from his planet would so openly and easily confess to such a weakness, it ran antithetical to their very being. Instead, he cobbled together some basic information he managed to deduce from what the ship A.I. explained, and what he could feel across the surface of the planet just as he stood here.
“But if you know more,” he tried to maneuver the conversation back around, after saving face. “That would go a long way to making me believe that you’re some goddess made flesh.”
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Post by Inna on Feb 6, 2019 20:39:16 GMT -6
It was probably rather mean of her to put him in the spotlight like that. To force him into humiliation just to prove a point, but if there was anything that could get through his defenses it was a show of some sort of power. And when it came to valuable knowledge, Inna was a limitless pool of power.
"Zoon's database clearly isn't so reliable," Inna said with a chuckle. As she spoke, she finished her ascent of the hill and joined him at the crest. "Planet Namek certainly isn't anything extraordinary for this galaxy, but for you that's, ah... Well..."
She stammered as she sought the right words. Slowly, she turned half away from him to face the vast expanse of land as if to find her answers somewhere out there.
"The Namekians are a hardy bunch. Instant regeneration, strong spiritual ties to mystical arts, and capable of breeding exceptionally powerful warriors. The average warrior would be far stronger than you or I." Just to list off a few examples of their strengths. “And, to clarify, they have reached the stars and have been travelling the galaxy for some time."
The quiet threat hung heavy in the air as she looked upon Namek. A reminder just how small of a fish he was in this very big tank. Eventually, though, she smiled and turned back to him.
"But, Namekians are generally pretty peaceful, especially with the recent loss of their cultural leader."
She finished her aimless search of the horizon and returned to her newest companion. If that wasn't proof enough of her knowledge, the coy smile on her face promised any and all information he could possibly ask.
"Namek is a good place to get our footing," she said calmly. "But not a good place to start fighting, as you've thoroughly learned. Konats on the other hand..."
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Post by Methus on Feb 6, 2019 20:58:48 GMT -6
The information hit Methus like a wave. The average warrior was stronger than the two of them? They could regenerate, just like his own species? They had mystic powers? What did that even mean, that they had mystic powers? And, despite all of this, despite their strength, the abilities, the fact that a primarily agrarian society managed interstellar flight, they were peaceful? They achieved all of that as a group of effeminate pacifists? He hardly believed the things he heard, yet, he had no reason to think she lied. He could feel the strength of some of their warriors for himself and could tell that her words were no exaggeration.
How? Why? The questions swirled around in his mind.
Then, at the forefront, the realization arrived that she did exactly what he asked her.
“But why not? If I’m not strong enough now, then I’ll simply get stronger, until I can force their every soldier under my heel,” he laid it out, nice and simple. Methus became as powerful as he was not because of overwhelming natural talent, but overwhelming effort and endless combat. That pushed him beyond Thenia and Temi, into a realm of power that only the strongest Phaethonians could even dream of. Quite possibly, he became the strongest member of their species to ever live in the first place.
Not, of course, that he had a plan for proper training on this strange, new planet. In fact, he still needed a plan to simply survive in this unfamiliar, barren, alien world. Water might not be a problem, from what he remembered of the surface during his approach from orbit. Food, on the other hand, might be a big problem. He had not seen a single animal since he landed.
“What even is this Konats, and why would I go there, instead of getting myself ready to conquer this world?” He went on with his questions. If she wanted to offer him information, then he would devour everything about her, lest his good fortune end too soon. “I’ll need to, if I plan to acquire a ship and leave in the first place.”
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Post by Inna on Feb 6, 2019 21:31:46 GMT -6
Quietly, Inna blinked and a neutral look touched her face. For a moment, she may have looked genuinely confused, but it faded into a soft giggle hidden behind fanned fingers.
"My apologies," she said softly. "I didn't realize you had a plan for surviving on this planet. Finding food, shelter, and getting the tools necessary to nearly triple your power just to trade blows with the rank-and-file military."
The sharpness of her tongue held a stark contrast to the gentle, passive tone she had been carrying. Briefly, she wondered if it was enough to spark a growl from him. To tempt the idea of him raising his spear to her once more.
She eyed him for a silent moment before relaxing and then holding her hands behind her back. The long, white robe she wore hung loosely off her left shoulder. The kimono-like gown held firm just under her bust, so it never truly fell over, but ample amount of pale, ethereal skin sparkled in the warm sunlight.
"Unlike Impus, you can't just blindly conquer the first planet you step foot on," she said as she backed away from her teasing tone. "You will not make the Namekians bend the knee -- they have strong willpower and a powerful sense of culture among them -- and you're certainly not strong enough to slaughter them."
It felt invigorating to be so blunt and honest. Especially to someone she admired. To challenge his authority with nothing but a small smile on her face and an unimposing demeanor? She would have never gotten away with it at home. Never would have even dreamed of talking to the elder Kai with this sort of tone.
And yet, here was Methus, taking it like it was the norm. Well, it was the norm for his people to talk this way. Even still, it was a novel sort of experience that she made no attempts to conceal.
"But..." She continued with a melodic lift to her tone. "The Konats are a much more malleable people. The suffered from near extinction, but have started to regain their numbers recently. They show promise as very powerful mystics who are skilled at using Ki to their advantage."
In case he didn't get the terminology, she gestured to his spear.
"The energy you use to coat your spear," she explained. "Having warriors and people like that would certainly make the conquest of Namek much more feasible in a shorter period of time."
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Post by Methus on Feb 6, 2019 21:56:14 GMT -6
“Yes, I learned that name on Zoon, too,” Methus brushed off her latest explanation, the irritation thick in his voice. His people simply referred to it, and the strength of others, as Battle Power. On Zoon, he learned that those people, wither their strangely-shaped heads, used the term ‘Ki,’ which seemed to match the gods. The ‘real’ name, if he had to guess.
He still liked his people’s term better.
“But you’re forgetting something, oh-great-and-powerful goddess,” he sniped right back at her. If she was going to pick at him, and insult him, the way she did? He would fire right back—that was the way of his people and always would be. If a Phaethonian took a hit, they hit back, and they hit back harder than before. “How, exactly, would I get off this planet without conquering it? Are the Namekians here simply going to provide me with a starship capable of faster-than-light travel if I ask nicely?”
That seemed to be a hole in her suggestion. Part of him appreciated it, of course, the other part cared more about the lack of respect that she showed him. It made him want to go back into his combat stance from just a couple minutes ago and ram his spear through her chest. Despite how strong she was, and despite the exhaustion in his bones, he had a feeling he could find it in himself to overpower and defeat her, goddess or not, genius or not, oracle or not.
“While we’re on the subject of bad ideas,” he went on with another sharp few words. “Just how useful would a species that nearly faced extinction in their recent history actually be? They probably cower in their own piss in their homes, hoping their race lives to see another sunrise.”
The word ‘Konats’ alone also sounded, to him, like the worst name in the world. He almost wanted to take her up on her suggestion to conquer the planet simply so he could change it and rename their entire species, too, while he was at it.
That would show them, he smiled at the thought.
“Even still, this galaxy has…” he realized what he was on the verge of saying before it slipped off his tongue. He bit the side of it for a moment, then continued, “Surprised me, to a degree. I need to reach even greater heights, which the races here have proven is entirely possible. If you want to help, tell me the best way to go about that, and reach the level of the people here in Eaus.”
Perhaps the only reason he didn’t feel an overwhelming urge to wipe out the entire galaxy and scrub every race in it from existence was because it was named after a Phaethonian man-turned-god. Were it not for the namesake, he probably would have felt like these people didn’t deserve it.
But it was, and they did, as it made for the most poetic of eventual victories.
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Post by Inna on Feb 7, 2019 8:55:48 GMT -6
Did I make you mad, big boy? The thought tickled her mind as a sneer spread across his face and left his shoulders tense. She couldn't help but smile and tilt her head coyly at his manly display of vast knowledge of the circumstances.
"I can think of a small, insignificant race that had struggled for its own survival for thousands of years," she said slowly with prying eyes. "One that knows better than any that it takes great suffering and tremendous sacrifice to breed something truly exceptional."
Her stare softened and drifted down his body. For a brief moment, her mind seemed to wander elsewhere before she returned her attention to the matter at hand.
"The Konats are brimming with potential," she went on. "They've been pushed into a corner and that force has led to some exceptional warriors who just need the right leader to guide them. The right motivation to win back their lost power and reclaim their place among the stars."
A brief pause as she eyed his reaction before continuing.
"Currently, most races think there are no Konats left. They've been all but erased from the galactic map and have no allies to come to their aid. They're alone. The perfect target for us to regain our strength and come up with a plan that goes beyond me smash."
She grinned and quickly waved off her joked -- she had pushed him enough at this point and got the reaction she had wanted. That spark of excitement that burned inside of her would need to be controlled if she wanted to actually stick around with him. His pride wouldn't let someone like that tag along no matter how useful.
"I see a spark inside of you unlike anything I've ever seen before," she said. "It rages inside of you and speaks of heroic tales that people will tell for centuries to come. But if you go and get yourself killed in your first day here in Eaus, it'll be wasted."
Or was that just what she wanted to see in him? It was hard to tell through her rose-tinted glasses and the war of emotions swirling around inside of her.
"Once you're rested and we have gathered some provisions for the trip and spent some time getting you warmed up," she let her low tone, only implying what exactly she meant by that, "we steal some ships from the Namekian capitol." She laid out her plan like it was something she had spent weeks thinking on. "I've seen where they store their vessels and have an understanding of how to fly them, so I'll be able to program both of ours for a straight flight to Konats."
Her smile grew and grew as she spoke. To think she stood there conspiring to mass murder and the domination of a pitiful race that had suffered for countless years. Certainly not very Kai-like of her, and yet to satisfied her in a way she couldn't even begin to describe.
"From there?" She said with a slightly tilted head. "Well, you get to decide how history is written."
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Post by Methus on Feb 7, 2019 9:20:16 GMT -6
Inna really and truly seemed to have a deep fascination with him. Her blue eyes seemed to just get lost in him after every few words. Sometimes, she just looked him over, like he really lived up to all the dreams she seemed to have about and for him. Then, her next words would be thinly-veiled mockery, which only made him clench his teeth even more tightly. More and more, he wondered if maybe he should just run his spear straight into Inna’s chest and simply be done with it, right then and there.
Everything about her seemed to be a walking contradiction. A goddess, supposedly, with strength only equal to his own, and therefore weaker than many of the warriors he had found in this galaxy already. Someone who seemed to revere him, who he was, and who he could still be, who would then insult him for his direct approach to everything. Admittedly, his prior military strategy of arriving on a new planet and killing people did have its flaws.
“Fine, fine, whatever,” he scoffed and brushed off her repeated suggestion about Konats. “You have a valid plan. Yet, if Zoon was any indication, I do not have the strength to subject a populated world here in Eaus. If Konats has a warrior on it who can defeat me, then the entire plan falls through, doesn’t it? And that spark you see would risk being wiped out.”
Maybe that would get through to her, get her to think about what he had to say.
“What is the secret of this galaxy? What are the methods they use?” He turned to gaze at the horizon around them, the green sky, the blue grass. “How can a peaceful race on a barren world possess a number of fighters that can defeat me? How are they more powerful than a ‘small, insignificant race’ that has struggled for survival on a world that makes this one look like an actual hell?”
She continued to dodge the questions, the explanations. He sounded like he wanted a justification for an unfairness in the universe, he realized. The thought disgusted him.
“If you know so much, give me a valid plan,” he insisted. “Then we’ll go to Konats, turn them into an army, and bring my own here to join me. When they arrive, I’ll know how to help my soldiers become the men and women they need to be in order to swarm over this galaxy and claim every single piece of it.”
Then, he pointed at her, “And you’ll get to see just how far that spark in me can go, and how much history it can make.”
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Post by Inna on Feb 7, 2019 10:36:14 GMT -6
This entire time, she had been struggling to really decide what she wanted from Methus. The obvious was there -- she wanted to be in his presence. Witness the glory of his people and watch him rise into his untapped strength.
But she could get that from countless other souls. She could practically throw a dart anywhere in this galaxy and likely land on a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed adventurer ready to tackle the cosmos with her at their side.
So why Methus? What about him had drawn her in so uncontrollably that the moment he was away from his people she felt compelled to leave behind her home and come running to him.
"There is no grand secret to getting powerful," she explained simply, even going so far as to shrug her shoulders in dismissal. "Simply fighting stronger opponents gets you what you need. Fighting for your life against outside forces. Feeling the pressure of the insufferable world around you."
Her gaze lifted from him and towards the horizon once more. And then, higher yet. Somehow, she thought she could maybe see her home. The planet that was locked away in its own little dimension completely separate from everyone and everything.
"The people of this galaxy are strong because countless have risen up and faced one another in deadly combat," she went on. "To put it simply, your people just weren't exposed to the same pressures thanks to being so far from any other galaxy."
A pause. Her lips pursed and her expression hardened. The unspoken similarities between the both of them suddenly became all the more apparent. Suddenly, her body felt frail and disposable. For all her knowledge and all the time she had spent observing others do great deeds, she barely knew how to effectively use her own weapon.
Her eyes drifted back to his and then her features relaxed. As if the sight of him calmed the restlessness in her soul.
"The plan is to turn you into a proper warrior of Eaus," she said after her moment of reflection. "We'll need to get your ship back to the surface somehow. The gravity generator on it is an invaluable tool for training under extreme pressure. We'll use that to strengthen our bodies and minds before raiding some of the smaller Namekian villages and work our way to the capitol. By the time we're able to steal some ships, we should be strong enough to make quite the entrance at Konats."
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Post by Methus on Feb 7, 2019 11:11:05 GMT -6
Methus became more invested in the answer than he expected. There had to be a detailed reason as to why these people had become so powerful, and so much more powerful than a species that battled for survival every single day, even against their own homeworld. In fact, every single planet that the Phaethonians conquered proved to be a much more hospitable place for a sapient species to evolve and thrive. Only they seemed doomed to suffer on their world so, only for that suffering to not be rewarded with the strength that he felt his people deserved.
Her answer? They simply fought their way into the strength. It became normal for them.
He hated, that answer. At first glance, it seemed inadequate and failed to explain his questions. He opened his mouth to say something, to protest, only to shut it immediately when he realized: the people here had been exposed to each other, gaps in power between species, and been forced to overcome it. The only thing the Phaethonians have had to overcome were each other and six species weaker than them in a dwarf galaxy. They never had to struggle as a race against something that well and truly towered over them.
It just fed back into itself. Because the Namekians had fought against greater foes, it became easier for them to elevate each other to that level as well. Not only that, but Inna pointed out a method for training their warriors that Methus never once considered, and maybe no one else on his world had either: manipulating gravity to force himself to fight in extreme conditions outside of his usual.
That much, he could do.
“Not today,” he shook his head, his previous fire extinguished by her good points. “I need to rest today, find a cave, or whatever this planet has for shelter. If I can get some sleep, I can pull my ship out of the ocean.”
His muscles burned just from the thought. He could do it, but not with the fatigue that sank into his bones.
“We can use it as a makeshift shelter, too,” he explained further. “We used designs from our first conquered species, which lived on a planet with a surface of ninety percent water. Being submerged will not destroy its system any more than the crash landing already did, and the watery impact minimized that.”
At least, it minimized it more than crashing into the nearby continent would have, he thought.
“Give me that day and I’ll become the warrior fit for Eaus you want to see, Inna.”
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Post by Inna on Feb 7, 2019 11:42:27 GMT -6
Finding a cave was simple in the mountainous planet of Namek. Though at Inna's suggestion, it was finding a cave near to where he crashed that proved to be a little more difficult. Though dragging his spacecraft countless miles to a nice and cozy cave was tempting, it didn't strike her as practical.
But once they had found a small cove secluded beneath a large overhang, it was just a matter of resting. The cool, damp air of the cave gave a brisk chill to her lungs as they sat in the dark, though it seemed to do little to deter Methus from falling asleep rather quickly.
As he slept, she simply sat across the cave, watching him. Quietly, her gaze lifted up and down his form, taking in the subtle changes as it began to patch itself together and the color slowly started to come back to his tired cheeks.
By the time he awoke, there was a small fire before him. Thick logs cracked as the embers ate away at the bark and turned it into ash. Standing above the fire was a makeshift spit with an impressively sized fish. The belly of it looked a little overcooked, but there was no one around to flip it.
After his breakfast, Methus would rejoin Inna on the other side of the lake they had stationed by. With her guidance, he found his ship and began the laborious task of pulling it from the watery maw of the lake and bringing it to their shelter.
Finally, the spacecraft had been dragged around the shore and was resting peacefully under the dark overhang above. Naturally, Inna had offered her help, but there wasn't any universe in which Methus said yes to that. Instead, she had made herself useful by being sure no stray Namekian had become privy to their humble abode.
"I'm surprised you can pull that all by yourself," Inna said once he had let go of the waterlogged machine.
The Kai was leaning against the chilly wall of the cave entrance, arms lightly crossed and her stare lingering for just a moment too long between the tears along Methus’ suit. Only when she blinked did she meet his crimson stare.
"Can you fix the gravity simulator?"
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