Post by Tarro on Apr 12, 2022 5:53:44 GMT -5
Power Level: 13,800
Items: Armor lining, scouter
A spherical, metallic object with a crimson led for a window whooshed through the void of space towards unexplored grounds for the teenager that sat inside. The lights within the transport were dim. The lack of visibility inside the spacecraft was compensated by the light of the passing stars as well as the cool air within.
Tarro stared at what was beyond his current reach. The speed of his space pod made it harder to catch the beautiful scenery that nature built in this vacuum, but the Saiyan did what he could to casually follow the asteroids, stars, and what looked to be planets far, far away. Had it not been for whichever reasons he had to leave Plant, he would have missed this episode of his life, perhaps not altogether, but it would have been years of servitude under the army until he went along with this.
His mind wandered back to one of his last moments at his homeworld.
He had said something along the lines of, "I'll use this peace as an opportunity to meet new Tuffles and Saiyans both, to learn the first's culture and more battle tactics." There were a multitude of battle savants back home, but one thing they all shared, he believed, was the overuse of their ability to grow stronger through fighting, him included. Instead of sharpening his instincts and honing his style, in the war against the Tuffles, for example, he used his enormous power level to destroy his foes.
Something nobody back home, Tuffle or Saiyan, could teach him one thing in particular, and Tarro knew this - and that was to discover what kind of fighter he is. Would he keep relying on his ability to overpower his opponents, or would he begin his journey of learning to outsmart and to outstrategize to really classify as a tactician, both in and out of the field?
Thus, the young warrior took a stand and embarked on an adventure that may very well change him forever. He had never stepped foot outside of his homeworld, but he knew the earlier generation and the one before it had. They had to arrive on Plant somehow, having arrived from another of their conquests prior.
Would he follow their footsteps, or would he become something else than a conqueror? He believed he would find the answer along the way.
"I'll promise myself one thing, though. I'll stay true to myself, no matter what. I won't let anyone or anything change me. That's the least I can do if I'm going to see the world for what it is without anyone putting on filters." There was someone out there bound to accept him for who he is.
"Where am I headed, anyway? I let the machine decide for me. I proobably should've double-checked."
The teenager laughed. Part of the journey was making mistakes. Silly ones like this one didn't hurt. Plus, he wouldn't want to be biased in his choosing. Imagine a planet named Babasal was amongst the options. Of course, he'd turn it down! Now, he just might be heading straight for it.
Days passed, but the space pod's IV system nourished and hydrated him, so he was as good as new. "Maybe a bit stiff," he hummed. His sudden movement powered up his space pod, which announced in a robotic voice, "power-saving mode has been deactivated. Welcome back, user." The youth stretched in the excruciatingly limited space and wiped the crusts that snowballed out of his eyes. Tarro blinked a couple of times, clearing his eyes. Who knew being out of it for days killed your vision.
"Commencing landing in thirty seconds. Hold onto your seat's handles." To that notion, the teen hummed, "huh?"
"Already?! How long has it been?" Unfortunately, there was no way to tell, given his pod was occupied calculating the best landing course. He leaned towards the glass and looked at the planet below. It was, for the most part, blue, but there was green and pastel brown. Even its clouds looked alien! Due to his pod's rattling, the warrior tripped onto the glass. He heaved a relieved sigh when it didn't break and flew back onto his seat, easily overcoming the force of gravity and his pod's descending force as it entered the planet's atmosphere; the opposite of what it had done when he was departing Plant. He wouldn't have been able to describe this phenomenon otherwise. They didn't teach physics in the army, at least not to him?
Soon enough, the pod floated to its soft landing and waited for its door to open.
"Come on..." he mumbled under his breath.
When he saw it wasn't budging, the impatient man kicked the exit twice, waking the piece of junk and freeing him from the inferno it was inside.
Tarro took his first step on new land and breathed in deep (hoping to make up for the lack of air he'd endured the last dozen seconds).
He hoped his time on this planet would be the breath of fresh air he needed.