Post by Amara on Jun 10, 2020 11:14:29 GMT -6
PL: 158,000
It felt nice to actually have her body covered by something other than a tattered undersuit again. Of course, many people would probably take issue with Amara so brazenly displaying the golden star upon her armor, a clean sign of allegiance to the now-infamous space mercenary group themselves - the Stargoons. It would undoubtedly attract unwanted ire from the self-proclaimed Heroes who littered the galaxy, but Amara would rather that than being stuck in what amounted to undergarments for the foreseeable future. The Saiyan was currently idling around a small surface village, the settlement mostly empty as its' populace fled in fear from the battle occurring a stone's throw away from it. A few had cautiously come back or stubbornly stayed despite the danger, and Amara's presence was met with a wary but grateful set of civilians. It hadn't taken long for the hearsay of the battle to trickle down into nearby cities and whatnot, whispers of a golden-clad woman tackling the aggressive Saiyan deep into the ocean already spread far and wide. Amara... mutely accepted the praise. Free supplies and repairs on her ship were nothing to scoff at, after all. The Saiyan wasn't really inclined to stay on Gemini for that much longer, honestly.
The calm after the proverbial yet short storm the lot of them had just weathered was nice, but Amara could ill afford to sit idle on a planet like this. One of the first orders of business, soon, would be to cash in a handful of favors with an old contact to secure some new gear. Her scythe had been outclassed whence Amara had achieved Super Saiyan, and now her current techno-magic armor was reaching its limits. The Saiyan wasn't entirely sure how the binding worked with the medallion's magic, but it was a fact that her current set would soon be unable to hand the raw power output of her natural energies if she kept getting stronger. There was an inkling of hope when it came to potentially game-changing technology on a distant alien planet... but that was for later. And preferably with the help of the Stargoons to not go south immediately. For now, though, she was simply resting. Biding her time on Gemini until her energy had fully returned, wounds closed, and mind in a calm state. No Heroes or their allies needed to see Amara show any kind of weakness - it'd be her death knell.
It felt nice to actually have her body covered by something other than a tattered undersuit again. Of course, many people would probably take issue with Amara so brazenly displaying the golden star upon her armor, a clean sign of allegiance to the now-infamous space mercenary group themselves - the Stargoons. It would undoubtedly attract unwanted ire from the self-proclaimed Heroes who littered the galaxy, but Amara would rather that than being stuck in what amounted to undergarments for the foreseeable future. The Saiyan was currently idling around a small surface village, the settlement mostly empty as its' populace fled in fear from the battle occurring a stone's throw away from it. A few had cautiously come back or stubbornly stayed despite the danger, and Amara's presence was met with a wary but grateful set of civilians. It hadn't taken long for the hearsay of the battle to trickle down into nearby cities and whatnot, whispers of a golden-clad woman tackling the aggressive Saiyan deep into the ocean already spread far and wide. Amara... mutely accepted the praise. Free supplies and repairs on her ship were nothing to scoff at, after all. The Saiyan wasn't really inclined to stay on Gemini for that much longer, honestly.
The calm after the proverbial yet short storm the lot of them had just weathered was nice, but Amara could ill afford to sit idle on a planet like this. One of the first orders of business, soon, would be to cash in a handful of favors with an old contact to secure some new gear. Her scythe had been outclassed whence Amara had achieved Super Saiyan, and now her current techno-magic armor was reaching its limits. The Saiyan wasn't entirely sure how the binding worked with the medallion's magic, but it was a fact that her current set would soon be unable to hand the raw power output of her natural energies if she kept getting stronger. There was an inkling of hope when it came to potentially game-changing technology on a distant alien planet... but that was for later. And preferably with the help of the Stargoons to not go south immediately. For now, though, she was simply resting. Biding her time on Gemini until her energy had fully returned, wounds closed, and mind in a calm state. No Heroes or their allies needed to see Amara show any kind of weakness - it'd be her death knell.
