Post by Jagaimo on Jul 28, 2021 2:57:36 GMT -5
Thread PL: 500
The Saiyan race. A proud, noble species known throughout the universe for their strength, combat skills and love of battle, these conquerors for hire have well earned their reputation as violent and effective mercenaries.
But not everyone of their race is destined for this kind of life, nor even given the chance. Those deemed weaker, the Low Class as they are known are often used to fill the positions that no self obsessed Elite Class would even consider. And so it was that Jagaimo, considered weak by her peers and designated as Low Class, found herself working with the Saiyan Expeditionary Forces or the SEF as they were most commonly referred to, hopping from planet to planet in search of targets for conquest or bounty. Orders prevented her taking any action other than scouting the locations, and even if she knew the target wasn’t a threat to her she was required to send back coordinates so her fellow Saiyans could be dispatched to claim any glory as their own. A whole year and still she had yet to face any real opponents, her power had plateaued as every chance to test herself against a stronger adversary was taken away from her and being cooped up in an attack pod for days on end over and over made training that much more difficult.
Since returning to Plant however Jagaimo had found that there had been very little in the way of orders being passed down. Much of the attention of the higher ups seemed to be concentrated on the expansion of their new borders and the uneasy ceasefire with the nearby Truffles. She heard rumours of small bouts of fighting and had been poking around for any way to get into the border patrols, however so far she'd had little luck. An untested warrior, a scout at that, wasn’t someone any commander wanted on their patrol even if it meant another meat shield to protect more valuable squad members.
And so it was that she found herself in the Radditsu district, sitting alone in a corner drinking some swill that the bartender passed off as a drink, in one of the many dive bars that filled the area. The bartender was a rough older Saiyan Veteran with one eye, the furniture was rough enough to make you think twice about sitting in it and the clientele were usually rougher than both put together. Today was no different, the place was full of off duty Low Classers, enjoying themselves, laughing and shouting, boasts and stories no one could verify being thrown about, tensions rising as they always did when drinks flowed and the boasts got louder. It was an unwritten rule that you didn’t kill your fellow Saiyan’s without good reason, especially not on the homeworld...but there was nothing to say you couldn’t try and knock his teeth out in a ‘friendly’ scuffle if they said something you just didn’t agree with.
She didn’t catch what was said but she heard the first fist crack against a jaw and then all hell broke loose. The rough furniture was turned into rough bits of furniture and the bar’s owner started shouting out for everyone to calm down before shrugging his shoulders and laying into the closest patron, his tackle sending the man he’d selected sprawling to the ground with a skidding thump. With that it all kicked off as punches were thrown freely, anyone who hadn’t originally been involved now finding an excuse to get stuck in. As long as no one died, there wouldn’t be any real backlash, and the government security forces were usually slower to react to a brawl in the slums if the violence was kept to an acceptable level.
Jagaimo was busy trying to get into her cups when the brawl broke out, empty glasses on her table sent flying into the air and clattering to the ground as someone crashed down onto her table, an outstretched hand just short of rescuing the latest purchase of swill. Her fingers closed on empty air as she missed the glass and her eyes suddenly shifted focused to the man on the floor, both fists clenching before she laid the boot into the fallen Saiyans exposed ribs with a low growl,
“I...was...still...drinking...that…”
Each word was punctuated by another impact from her foot into the prone guy's body before a fist lashed out from her side, another patron joining the fray and sending her spinning into the back wall where she’d been sitting a moment ago. With a grin and a shout the young Saiyan launched herself at her new attacker, fists raining down blows, bodies clashing together as they pushed through the crowds where a full on brawl was now taking place. The bar looked more like a gladiatorial arena as the crowd thinned, many spilling into the streets to find more space, other slipping away, admitting defeat for the moment while a large majority of the drinking holes previous patrons lay unconscious on the floor, many sporting bruised faces, black eyes and bloody noses. Thankfully all of them still breathing.
Jaigaimo was breathing hard, her left eye swelling, her lip was cut and her ribs hurt but she was grinning happily, squaring off against some muscle laden Saiyan probably twice her height. Her hair was in a state, almost like a mane over her shoulders while she ducked and weaved around his wild swings, blows that would have probably laid her out if they connected, so far though she’d managed to avoid any real impact and forced him to strike glancing blows. Still, too many of those and he’d wear her down for sure. All around them other warriors had squared off against each other, the grand melee breaking down into smaller fights as the dust around them settled.
The young fighter slipped a vicious uppercut from her opponent that would have taken her head clean off if it had landed. Instead she ignored his growl of frustration and shifted her weight around from the dodge, stepping inside his guard and up onto the knee of his front leg, the young Saiyan launched herself upwards, hands grabbing into his hair to yank his head down at the same time. As the larger man leant forward, Jagaimo used the momentum from her jump to drive both knees into his face, riding him down to the floor as he fell backwards, his eyes glazed over, blood running from his nose over the lower part of his face.
Panting, sweating and aching all over, Jagaimo rolled to her side and groaned as two fresh looking warriors stepped into the bar from outside, both looking from her to the man on the floor and then grinning as they moved apart to split her attention, ignoring the other fights that were still going on to focus on her...apparently they might have been this mans friends…
The young lady chuckled, slowly pushing herself to one knee and grinning back,
“Comon then you Truffle-lovers, lets see what you’ve got…”
The Saiyan race. A proud, noble species known throughout the universe for their strength, combat skills and love of battle, these conquerors for hire have well earned their reputation as violent and effective mercenaries.
But not everyone of their race is destined for this kind of life, nor even given the chance. Those deemed weaker, the Low Class as they are known are often used to fill the positions that no self obsessed Elite Class would even consider. And so it was that Jagaimo, considered weak by her peers and designated as Low Class, found herself working with the Saiyan Expeditionary Forces or the SEF as they were most commonly referred to, hopping from planet to planet in search of targets for conquest or bounty. Orders prevented her taking any action other than scouting the locations, and even if she knew the target wasn’t a threat to her she was required to send back coordinates so her fellow Saiyans could be dispatched to claim any glory as their own. A whole year and still she had yet to face any real opponents, her power had plateaued as every chance to test herself against a stronger adversary was taken away from her and being cooped up in an attack pod for days on end over and over made training that much more difficult.
Since returning to Plant however Jagaimo had found that there had been very little in the way of orders being passed down. Much of the attention of the higher ups seemed to be concentrated on the expansion of their new borders and the uneasy ceasefire with the nearby Truffles. She heard rumours of small bouts of fighting and had been poking around for any way to get into the border patrols, however so far she'd had little luck. An untested warrior, a scout at that, wasn’t someone any commander wanted on their patrol even if it meant another meat shield to protect more valuable squad members.
And so it was that she found herself in the Radditsu district, sitting alone in a corner drinking some swill that the bartender passed off as a drink, in one of the many dive bars that filled the area. The bartender was a rough older Saiyan Veteran with one eye, the furniture was rough enough to make you think twice about sitting in it and the clientele were usually rougher than both put together. Today was no different, the place was full of off duty Low Classers, enjoying themselves, laughing and shouting, boasts and stories no one could verify being thrown about, tensions rising as they always did when drinks flowed and the boasts got louder. It was an unwritten rule that you didn’t kill your fellow Saiyan’s without good reason, especially not on the homeworld...but there was nothing to say you couldn’t try and knock his teeth out in a ‘friendly’ scuffle if they said something you just didn’t agree with.
She didn’t catch what was said but she heard the first fist crack against a jaw and then all hell broke loose. The rough furniture was turned into rough bits of furniture and the bar’s owner started shouting out for everyone to calm down before shrugging his shoulders and laying into the closest patron, his tackle sending the man he’d selected sprawling to the ground with a skidding thump. With that it all kicked off as punches were thrown freely, anyone who hadn’t originally been involved now finding an excuse to get stuck in. As long as no one died, there wouldn’t be any real backlash, and the government security forces were usually slower to react to a brawl in the slums if the violence was kept to an acceptable level.
Jagaimo was busy trying to get into her cups when the brawl broke out, empty glasses on her table sent flying into the air and clattering to the ground as someone crashed down onto her table, an outstretched hand just short of rescuing the latest purchase of swill. Her fingers closed on empty air as she missed the glass and her eyes suddenly shifted focused to the man on the floor, both fists clenching before she laid the boot into the fallen Saiyans exposed ribs with a low growl,
“I...was...still...drinking...that…”
Each word was punctuated by another impact from her foot into the prone guy's body before a fist lashed out from her side, another patron joining the fray and sending her spinning into the back wall where she’d been sitting a moment ago. With a grin and a shout the young Saiyan launched herself at her new attacker, fists raining down blows, bodies clashing together as they pushed through the crowds where a full on brawl was now taking place. The bar looked more like a gladiatorial arena as the crowd thinned, many spilling into the streets to find more space, other slipping away, admitting defeat for the moment while a large majority of the drinking holes previous patrons lay unconscious on the floor, many sporting bruised faces, black eyes and bloody noses. Thankfully all of them still breathing.
Jaigaimo was breathing hard, her left eye swelling, her lip was cut and her ribs hurt but she was grinning happily, squaring off against some muscle laden Saiyan probably twice her height. Her hair was in a state, almost like a mane over her shoulders while she ducked and weaved around his wild swings, blows that would have probably laid her out if they connected, so far though she’d managed to avoid any real impact and forced him to strike glancing blows. Still, too many of those and he’d wear her down for sure. All around them other warriors had squared off against each other, the grand melee breaking down into smaller fights as the dust around them settled.
The young fighter slipped a vicious uppercut from her opponent that would have taken her head clean off if it had landed. Instead she ignored his growl of frustration and shifted her weight around from the dodge, stepping inside his guard and up onto the knee of his front leg, the young Saiyan launched herself upwards, hands grabbing into his hair to yank his head down at the same time. As the larger man leant forward, Jagaimo used the momentum from her jump to drive both knees into his face, riding him down to the floor as he fell backwards, his eyes glazed over, blood running from his nose over the lower part of his face.
Panting, sweating and aching all over, Jagaimo rolled to her side and groaned as two fresh looking warriors stepped into the bar from outside, both looking from her to the man on the floor and then grinning as they moved apart to split her attention, ignoring the other fights that were still going on to focus on her...apparently they might have been this mans friends…
The young lady chuckled, slowly pushing herself to one knee and grinning back,
“Comon then you Truffle-lovers, lets see what you’ve got…”