Post by Hayle on Jun 6, 2023 10:23:13 GMT -5
Much had been discussed with her fellows in the Empire. Much more would no doubt be discussed in the weeks and months to follow. The main takeaways from Hayle's perspective had fallen into two observations.
The first was that she had allowed herself to focus too much on the further edges of the galaxy; establishing trade routes and exploiting opportunities for resources on the fringe was important, but it had left her reliant on others for her information about the goings-on of the galaxy. This was not acceptable. The Empire's state had been more or less constant throughout her life, and now even it seemed to be under credible threat. She should have known about this years ago. She would need to take a much more personal role within civilised space.
Which is annoying. This kind of work was not the sort that interested her the most.
The second, and far more disturbing, was how far she personally had fallen from power. She had been proud of merely maintaining the power level she had obtained during her youth. Entering middle age, it would be natural for her to begin to let that slip - but she hadn't. Her personal training regimen kept her in what she had thought was formidable shape.
Not so, it seemed. Quite aside from all the other advances, it was painfully clear that her base power level of 30,000 was not going to be even close to sufficient in this new era.
Which meant she needed to gather more strength to herself. And that meant... actually developing her killing arts and pushing the limits of her physiology.
Not so, it seemed. Quite aside from all the other advances, it was painfully clear that her base power level of 30,000 was not going to be even close to sufficient in this new era.
Which meant she needed to gather more strength to herself. And that meant... actually developing her killing arts and pushing the limits of her physiology.
How utterly vulgar.
Nevertheless. The offer had been made that she spar with some artificial entity which was supposed to be of sufficient strength to pose an interesting challenge, and she had accepted. She had taken perhaps thirty minutes to retrieve her scouter from her entourage and instruct them on a number of urgent messages to be relayed to her wayward family, and then she had returned to the training facility herself with instruction that she was not to be contacted again until she informed them her business was concluded.
She did not need to let her staff see her actually having to try. And yet, if she was going to get anything of value from this training, challenging herself was exactly what she would need to do.
The woman's tail lashes around behind her in agitation as she returns back to the facility, cape billowing and new ornament affixed proudly to her chest.
The woman's tail lashes around behind her in agitation as she returns back to the facility, cape billowing and new ornament affixed proudly to her chest.
"Very well, then." She mutters to herself, "Let us see what the combat droids of the world can teach me these days."
It wouldn't be the first time she had engaged in combat against such a thing... but she rather suspected that advancements must have been made in the past hundred years or so since she last had to bother.
It wouldn't be the first time she had engaged in combat against such a thing... but she rather suspected that advancements must have been made in the past hundred years or so since she last had to bother.
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Thread Powerlevel: 30,000 (Currently suppressed to 10,000)
Thread Powerlevel: 30,000 (Currently suppressed to 10,000)