Post by Jagaimo on Jun 12, 2022 5:05:26 GMT -5
Thread PL: 10,000 (Currently Suppressed to 5PL)
Anti-Sense: Inactive
Anti-Sense: Inactive
The young Saiyan warrior wasn’t sure what had drawn her to the planet but when it had come in on the navigation hub as she passed by, something about the shiny green marble had pulled against her better judgment to maintain her course back to home, back to Plant, with all haste. Now she was sat in her pod staring out the window as the darkness of space was replaced by the searing burning light of the atmosphere resisting her arrival and finally the clear skies and endless green of planet Namek filled her vision. She heard of the planet before, few hadn’t heard of the Namekians and their home world, famous for its sages, scholars, healers and despite being such a peaceful people, warriors of all things. The pod cracked open and the sealed door slid away with a hiss, giving Jagaimo her first lungful of fresh clean air. It was a strange sensation. She’d seen grass before, been to places away from the cities but this was different, on Plant there was a acrid acidic taste on the air when you entered the wilderness, on Earth the air was clean but you had to travel up into the mountains to really find it and on Arcose it was just bitter cold and biting, threatening to freeze your lungs if you breathed to deeply.
Here…well here even the air just felt welcoming.
Her trusty boots trod into the grass with every footstep as she stepped out, the temperature such that she’d decided to leave her flight jacket in the pod, opting instead to just wear a vest along with her worn jeans. Why she wore this stuff instead of the Saiyan bodysuit and armour she had been pretty much raised in she didn’t know, but the young women suspected her attachment was due to the fact they were hers, picked out by her for their look rather than their purpose. The planetary information she had access to had told her this region was known as Ajisa but what that meant escaped her as she soaked in the atmosphere. Jagaimo closed her eyes, letting her power sink lower and lower while she kept still, suppressing it to a point where she registered no more than a flicker in amongst the life that seemed to teem all around her. She could sense them moving around, feel them as she pushed out and extended her reach…in the tall grass, the nearby copse of trees, even in the water that ran past in a rushing river and funnelled into an almost perfectly still lake. There was nothing like this that she’d ever experienced back home on Plant where most things tried to kill and eat you…not always in that order…as soon as you stepped away from the settlements. Here it was a stark contrast.
Jagaimo had had no plans when she finally left Arcose, she just wanted to get off that ball of ice after the events that had unfolded there. She needed to think, to consider a purpose once more. The young Saiyan had thought about seeking out Rainer, maybe he’d have some ideas as to what to share with their King when she returned to Plant. She’d also considered finding Tarro. While not strictly a friend, they’d fought together and he seemed a solid sort, capable enough. Even Griselda and the Foxboy Nilen popped into her thoughts as she tried to work out what to do next.
Her plan to hunt down wayward Saiyan’s and convince them to return to the home world or at least pledge their support for King Taori if he called on their aid had met with limited success. She’d met 2…maybe 3 in her whole time on Arcose, 2 who didn’t seem too interested and the 3rd who’d tried to kill her in the prison. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy with no official jurisdiction to ask them to return but she still felt it was a worthwhile mission…just maybe not hers. She was a nobody, no Elite, no one of rank, just a kid who seemed to think she could appeal to her comrades' sense of honour…to try and instil purpose in those who had strayed away from their brothers and sisters back home. Did it even really matter if she succeeded or not? Who would even know?
The young woman sighed, so lost in thought that she hadn’t even noticed her feet had carried her to the edge of a clear deep pool where the water crashed down from a high outcrop above. The pool flowed out to join the river nearby where the thunderous power of the waterfall stilled into a gentle flow that made its winding way through the landscape. The moisture in the air from the falling water was refreshing and the cold pool looked so inviting. With little else to do right now except think the Saiyan woman figured she could do that just as well giving her body a rest in the water as she could wandering around aimlessly. Jagaimo kicked off her boots and pulled her vest off over her head. In short order her clothes were in a neat pile beside her boots and a mass of black hair swirled around as she swam under the water towards the falls. The pool was a surprisingly mild temperature and didn’t have quite the cold shock she’d been expecting but it was pleasant nonetheless and gave some refuge from the sweat of her walking and helped to wash away the days of travel cooped up in the attack pod.
The young fighter pulled herself carefully up the rocks and without hesitation stepped under the crashing waterfall, letting it hammer down on her bare shoulders, head bowed slightly, eyes closed…trying to focus inwards as someone had once told her to do. With her power suppressed so low she could feel the weight of the water trying to batter her down into the pool and her body shook with the effort to hold herself there under the torrent but she refused to move…trying to breathe and concentrate on her thoughts, searching for something to give her some guidance…