A.D. 3129
QUINOX CITY, QUINOX, SOL SYSTEM
In the pursuit of her work as a pediatrician, Hakashi Taeruko, MD was possessed of many tools. She stood tall atop three thousand years of accumulated medical knowledge, had access to the finest tools of diagnosis and research, and had been reknowned during her practicing days as one of the most talented general practitioners of pediatrics.
Her hot-shot doctor days were years past her, of course. Now, Dr. Hakashi was pleased to do often-neglected but just as necessary work pro-bono: care of the young wards of the state. The doctor's bedside manner endeared her to almost every child she checked up on; she could make them feel at ease, subtly administering tests and drawing samples while talking gaily about whatever subject presented itself at hand.
She knew hers was a dying breed on the core worlds, but she took it in stride. With sophisticated artificial intelligences being able to do such things without tiring or looking for living space, flesh-and-blood doctors (as opposed to the more common medical technicians, who interpreted results given to them by impersonal instrumental arrays) were by and large relegated to frontier worlds. Hakashi herself was an old woman, and she largely expected herself to be one of the last wholly human doctors on her home world of Quinox.
Dr. Hakashi had seen many things in her day. This, truth be told, was one of the most unusual.
She was familiar with most alien physiologies as a matter of training. While the existence of the Serenity line (and their strange, truly magical powers) had made most of the non-human interstellar powers wary, they had not banned their citizens from coming there and observing the majestic splendor of the human civilization. Hakashi had performed regular, routine checkups on at least half a dozen alien species and genotypes in her career, and often stumbled across unwanted hybrid sons and daughters in her orphanage trips, and it seemed as though the current cause of her concern was one of these.
It was a little strange for non-human, or partly-human children to be found in a Quinoxian orphanage, but it was not unheard of. This one was perhaps two years old. Very healthy, as far as she could tell-- responsive to all of the sensory tests, no known illnesses, and to all other investigations, a perfectly normal (if abnormally intelligent) little girl.
What was unheard of, though, was that even with all of her tools and all of her accumulated expertise, she could not for the life of her discern this child's genetic heritage.
In Hakashi's defense, there were a number of things in the girl's biology that were simply impossible. Her chromosones, encoded in a triple-helix pattern (which was in and of itself a feat of genetic engineering that quite frankly blew her mind), contained a mishmash of various traits. Some of the more regular codons the computers could recognize as human, but others were a sort of step to the side-- inexplicably older, somehow cleaner-- and others still were beyond anything she had ever seen before.
And that was only the code of her physiology. She had two hearts, both beating in a synchronous rhythm. The rate of oxygen/carbon dioxide exchange in her lungs was astoundingly high; her breath rate was perhaps half that of a human when at rest. Her hearing and vision had both tested out to be at least time-and-a-half that of a comparable human. Compared to all this, the deep, almost navy blue of the girl's hair was a matter of almost tangential interest. The girl's anatomy could not be anything from the present-- she was either a gene-modified child of the future, or she was something older... from unknown old days, when the air was cleaner and the world was newer...
Hakashi clicked her tongue self-reprovingly. She was getting superstitious in her old age. There was a reasonable explaination for this, a valid grounding in science-- there had to be. She glanced out the one-way window, looking to the child as one of her assistance distracted her from the tests with a storybook. For all the girl's incessant curiosity, she had initially displayed a distinct dearth of language skills; over the course of the few weeks she had been here, though, she was picking up the language and using the vocabulary of someone twice her age. The caretakers reported that she had easily become the most taxing of all the children amongst all of her peers, and that mostly because she would never shut up.
Her parent, or whoever had left her here, had given her the name Soseiko. The computers informed her that the name was derived from an old Japanese word meaning rebirth, a return to life, or regeneration. Hakashi had run a mitochondrial DNA test to see if her mother was on file, just as matter of procedure, and had not been surprised when the computer reported that the DNA was not on file. All in all, when she put the many factors of this girl's brief stay together, Dr. Hakashi did not like what she saw. This was big, whatever it was-- bigger than her, bigger than the orphanage.
But if it wasn't... if she was just being paranoid and superstitious... then this child really was in need. Besides, the orphanage was warded against malign spirits as a matter of procedure. Without concrete proof that the child was actually a threat to the others, Hakashi could not in good conscience refuse her shelter.
She looked back through the window, observing that Soseiko and the attendant were now having a significant discussion on how hot the Three Bears' porridge had to be before it was too hot to eat, and how cold it had to be before it was unpalatable. The dialogue shifted quickly thereafter to the attendant reluctantly explaining to an insistant Soseiko just what exactly porridge was, and what exactly a bear was. Soseiko decided that she would much rather have pie than porridge, and then insisted that the increasingly harried-looking attendant continue the story.
Soseiko was easily the most precocious child she had ever observed. Hakashi only regretted that she would not be able to make a more significant case study out of her. If she could unlock the secrets in that girl's genes, what benefit could she give to the whole of humanity?
No, better to keep it quiet. At least for now. If she continued to be as interesting in her later life as she was now, the doctor thought with a wan smile, then she would be leading a very, very interesting life.
That, in and of itself, was enough cause for sympathy.
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Part 2 (3132)
AURATOPIA, QUINOX, 3132
"Do you know why you're here, Soseiko?"
"Because I'm too smart for my own good," the girl said mournfully, eyes cast downwards.
The man sitting at the desk across from her paused for a long moment. She and he had met a few times before, once yearly, when she was old enough to start understand what was going on in the world around her. The orphanarium may have been state-run, but that only meant they had to find administrators with a certain level of compassion.
Gods knew these kids needed it.
"What gives you that idea, Soseiko?" the man continued, raising an eyebrow.
"Everything." Her light brown eyes flicked up from the floor to meet his own gaze before dropping down again. "I'm too smart to play dumb and cute like the other kids when people come," she sighed dejectedly. "I'm never going to get adopted... I'm just going to get shoved into a foster home when I turn ten, and then I'm going to end up just like every other person who comes out of the foster homes."
"Now now, you're just being silly." He smiled reassuringly behind his folded hands. "Lots of people come out of the foster homes as perfectly normal, well-adjusted human beings."
"Human BEINGS come out of those!" she snapped back at him vehemently. "I'm not normal! I'm better than everyone else and I don't WANT to be better!"
Best to change the topic. "You're a very bright girl, Soseiko," he said, offering her a small smile. "People who are looking to adopt like their children to be smart."
"Not smarter than THEY are," Soseiko responded, the fight having left her. "And I try to pretend I'm dumb, but then I forget and say something about subquantum particle physics, or history, or nanotech..." She paused and looked back up to his eyes, turning away just as quickly. "I always forget, and they just freeze up and look at me like I'm some sort of freak..."
She didn't continue on with the obvious thought-- she was convinced that those thoughts were right. He'd read this in her file, and had prepared himself for that train of disagreement. The caretakers had noticed that as a general rule, Soseiko stuck mostly to the small circle of near-human children at the orphanarium, emerging only to excel in her schoolwork and, occasionally, in the athletics competitions that were held against other private schools. When the girl bothered to compete, she was almost unmatched; the only children who could really stand up against her were the children of the Senshi and Knights, and the few other non-human childran on Quinox who possessed an above-human average stamina.
Regardless, it was time to direct this conversation to its intended destination. "Soseiko, do you know what 'ki' is?" he inquired.
The girl looked up at this. "'Ki,'" she mused, distractedly. "Noun. Kay Eye. The dispersed bioelectric field as a whole, generated by all living beings with a nervous system and the source of the mystic powers wielded by the Senshi."
"Good," he replied, nodding. "I see you've been keeping up with your schoolwork."
"Actually, that wasn't in my schoolwork," Soseiko shrugging.
He concealed a smile. "Nonetheless. Do you remember those tests we had everyone in your age group take a few months ago?"
"The ones where the military guys came in and hooked us up to those weird machines and we had tell them if we felt hot or cold?"
How did she know they were military? "That's the one, yes."
She nodded after a moment. "Yeah, I remember it. What about it?"
"Every few years," he explained, "there are a few mandatory check-ups on all the children on Quinox. The government is always looking for new people, so they look for people with a certain gift and try to get them to join up."
The girl nodded emphatically. "The Crystal Imperium is one of the few interplanetary governments to mostly use ki techniques in its soldiers," she said importantly. "When Cooler, King Cold, and Furiza were killed by the Z Fighters a thousand years ago, most of his empire died with them, and nobody's done it since then. A lot of people say that the Senshi powers are just a different way to use of the Changeling fighting style, you know."
"Is that so?"
"They're sort of right," Soseiko continued absently, brushing a bit of her hair behind her ear, "but the people who say the Senshi are more like Saiya-jins are righter. Senshi have Senshi kids-- everyone knows that, just like saiya-jins who went super saiya-jin had kids that could go super saiya-jin."
"Very impressive," he replied, leaning forward. "Where did you learn all of that?"
"...history reports," she answered after a sudden pause, abruptly very quiet. There was that look in her eye again, he noted-- the sudden awareness of her difference. It wasn't unusual for children her age to have obscure interests (he personally remembered being fascinated by prehistoric Earth saurians) that they would delve deeply into, absorbing otherwise meaningless bits of trivia in the pursuit of their hobbies. Knowledge of the incredible powers of the saiya-jins was more or less public record. While the bloodline of the species had spread thin over the past thousand years, leaving a remote few of their line with the power to actually achieve that vaunted state, their incredible powers were a known quantity to the Crystal Imperium.
But Furiza? He hadn't heard that name since his post-secondary schooling.
"The test you took a few months ago," he resumed, "allows the government to see if you would be fit for a place in the higher echelons of the military. They have ways to let normal people serve, of course-- technicians, administrators, medics, engineers-- but they like to have their officers, the people in charge, be capable of defending themselves in a fight."
Soseiko looked up to him again, puzzled-- but in that look was a dawning awareness of what he was saying, and why he was saying it. "They want... me?" she said, a flurry of emotions in her voice.
"You're not the brightest star they've seen," he said with a small, sage smile, "but you apparently have quite a talent, especially for someone with no formal training. The military is interested in recruiting you for their officer training program."
"Really?" She was sitting upright in her chair now, her attention fully corralled. "But why do they want me?" the girl protested, confused. "I'm only nine. I can't fight. I don't even LIKE fighting."
He smiled. "You're in good company, then. If you'll remember your history texts, neither did Serenity the Third."
The girl flushed and looked away, but he could see the small, self-conscious smile on her face. The comparison to the noblest of the noble lines was an argument from authority, the sort of logical fallacy that she might become aware of in ten years' time; for now, though, it worked masterfully. Now, to seal the deal. "If you agree to go, you'll be with people who are more like yourself," he continued gently. "The military likes to have children that are about your age, so they can train them better for when they get older. You're a little younger than they normally recruit, but you're also smarter than most kids your age. You should be able to pick things up very quickly."
She nodded, absorbing this information for a moment, then looked back. "Do I have to go?" she said uncertainly.
"No, Soseiko, you don't have to go if you don't want to." A sad smile crossed his expression. "Just the same, though, I would recommend trying it out for a year. I went to military school myself when I was a boy a little older than you; I didn't have the talent like you do, though, so I washed out after a few years. If you don't like it, you can always come back-- though if you stay here, I feel obligated to remind you that you're getting close to the age where we start looking to put you in a foster home."
"The foster home," she echoed, making a face. "Yeah... I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?"
"You always have a choice, Soseiko," he corrected her. "Remember that. In any case, young lady, you don't have to decide right away. Think about it for a day or two, come to a decision then-- but be sure to think about it. If you don't want to, I'll tell the military you're not interested; if you want to, I suggest packing a suitcase before you tell me or one of your teachers. The military people tend to come very quickly when called, and they do not like having to wait for personal effects to be packed up." He paused, regarding her with an inscrutable look for a moment. "Any questions?"
Soseiko shook her head. "That'll be all, then," he announced with a nod. "You may go back to class, now."
The girl stood and bowed briefly, taking a few steps back before disappearing out the door and returning to the world she had been raised to. The girl had the potential for strength, he noted with a mental sigh as he returned to the business of administration. He wasn't in a position to see the results of her tests, of course, but he was certainly in a position to know when someone's skills were in demand.
Besides, the liason he'd spoken to had been very firm about Soseiko's desirability. In the years since the child's arrival, she had been thoroughly tested. Nobody had managed to find latent psychological programming or unusual psychospiritual trauma, but that only meant that she was untapped potential, and had to be guided before she became dangerous.
The poor girl would probably never have a truly normal life, he thought with a twinge of sadness. Hopefully, in the years to come, she would forget she'd ever wanted one.
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=Part 3 (3136)=
ACADEMY OF GALACTIC LEARNING AND STUDY, 3136
The supply closet was a good place to cry.
She'd discovered this by accident a few months ago, when one of the older students left it open for longer than they were supposed to. There were no full-time custodians at the Academy; all of the cleaning work was done by the students, some of which cleaned it as part of their regular duties, and others who were assigned it as disciplinary measures.
As a result of the regular troublemaking by the older generation of students, the school was more often than not clean as a whistle. You could eat off of the floors without fear of infection (as some students were instructed to do after a particularly unusual violation), and you could see your reflection in the shine of the floors.
Not that she was in a position to do so, at the moment. The closet offered a comforting darkness, one where she couldn't see how much of a freak she was. The medical programs had looked her over and given her a clean bill of health, but they didn't really know for sure what she was... how unclean she felt.
And this was just the beginning.
Nobody really knew what was going on. Not anymore. She knew there was something fundamentally wrong about her, when she didn't need to concentrate to read auras, or manifest her a reiatsu... they said she was talented, but she knew all along she was too talented for this to be true.
The teachers meant well, but they couldn't help her. The nice students couldn't stop staring, and the mean ones... well, she was better off hiding. Better off where nobody could see her for the freak she was.
It was her personal, inviolate hiding place. In the corner, nobody could see her; if she heard the lock cycle open, she could hold her breath, and nobody would notice her. Even if someone DID decide to look for someone in here, there were a few spell-based stealth techniques she'd spent her free time learning. Here, she was safe from everyone else... and she didn't like to think it, but everyone else was probably safe from her, too.
She stifled another sob as she heard the door lock cycling, lapsing into silence as someone cracked the door open. Another cadet stuck her head in the door, the flourescent light of the hallway behind her casting her features into shadow. She averted her eyes, looking away-- people had a tendancy to know when they were being watched, somehow-- and breathed no louder than a mouse might.
In defiance of her invisibility and silence, though, the other girl slipped through the door, oriented herself towards the corner she was hiding in, and quietly said one word: "Hello?"
She jumped at the other girl's voice, banged her head on the shelf above her, yelped in pain, and then cursed herself for being jumpy. "I KNEW there was someone in here," the other girl said triumphantly, closing the storage closet's door behind her as she squatted down to the other girl's level. "I hate to pry," she said, concerned, "but why are you in here? Don't you have class, or something?"
"No," she retorted indignantly, her voice catching in her throat. She paused, coughed, and continued, more quietly, "I'm not doing anything wrong..."
"Didn't say you were," the second one replied, apparently content to talk casually in the almost absolute darkness. "'S a good place to hide, though. It's cool, it's dark, nobody really comes here... if I was sad, I might come here, too."
Her cheeks burned. How could she have figured it out so quickly? "Go away, please," she said haltingly, turning her face away. "I just... I want to be alone. Please."
"Mmm." The other one stood up with a rustle of clothing. "I'm going to turn on the light, okay?" she announced.
"No!" she protested sharply. "Don't turn--"
A click punctuated her sentence as the overhead lighting ignited, casting the small closet in a bright, pale luminescence. She immediately turned her head back away from the light, eyes shut against the sudden stabbing pain, and squirmed further back into the corner. "Just leave me alone," she moaned. "Please..."
"Tell you what," her self-appointed companion declared, sitting back down to level with her. "I'm really bad about being nosy, so unless you tell me why you're crying in a supply closet, I'm going to tell the counselors about you and they'll make SURE to figure out what's going on."
"Good luck," she snapped, shooting her a glare from the corner of her eye. "Nobody knows what's wrong with me."
"Maybe," the other one replied, a smile flickering briefly over her face. "But hey, y'know? I like to get to know people before I eat their souls. Makes it tastier."
"Makes it... wait--" she paused, suddenly very confused, and looked over at the other girl warily. "Eat my soul?" she said dubiously.
"No, not really," the other one shrugged, amused. "But I got to see your face. You're the one they're calling Sanjiyan, right?"
"My name isn't Sanyjiyan," she answered bitterly, voice cracking as another flood of tears threatend to overcome her. "I just... look like some thing out of those stupid Earth stories. That's all."
"Ah," the other girl nodded sagely. "Well, what IS your name?"
"...Shasa," she murmured. "My name is Shasa."
"Shasa," she repeated, committing the name to memory and extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Shasa. My name's Soseiko."
Shasa turned her eyes to the outstretched hand, glancing from it to the girl's face. "Why are you bothering me?" she asked, finally letting her indignation at being discovered drain away into a more general exhaustion. "Can't you just leave me alone?..."
"I could," Soseiko admitted, crossing her legs as she sat down and letting her hand drop down to support her. "But I don't want to. Most of the people in the Academy are royalty, and friends of royalty, you know-- it's a few rare exceptions, people like you and me, where we sort of get... you know, discovered. At random, even. Then, we get brought someplace like here, so they can keep us under watch while we mature into the lovely blossoms of destruction we have the chance to be."
The confusion Shasa was feeling must have been evident, because Soseiko scootched closer on her bottom and offered her hand again-- but palm up, wrist held loosely. "Do you know how to take a wrist pulse?" the other girl inquired.
"Yeah," Shasa responded, eyeing the outstretched hand warily.
"Do it," Soseiko offered. "Humor me. Please?"
Reluctantly, the girl edged out of her very comfortable corner and took the proffered hand in her own. A thumb settled on the base of her wrist-- Soseiko gently pushed it over about an inch to the side, an act that drew a raised eyebrow from the pulse-taker-- and paused when she found the beat. "That's... very fast," Shasa noted after a moment, concerned. "Too fast. But you're not sweating, or breathing hard..."
"Two hearts," Soseiko replied with a smirk, tapping both sides of her chest with her free hand. "Averages out to about a hundred and seventy beats per minute. I've always been able to read ki patterns, and psychic disturbances, and magical emissions... well, when I knew what I was looking for, I could see them. Also, I've got orange blood-- you wanna see?"
"Eww." Sasha dropped the other girl's hand and blanched. "No, I don't want to see your blood," she replied with a tired snort/sigh. "Why are you saying this? What do you want?"
"Just letting you know you're not the only freak out there," she answered, rocking back on her haunches. "I mean, I know this's probably really, really weird for you-- I guess I've had it easier, since I look human and all and I've been this way since I was born... but you're not the only one."
Slowly, she looked up to the other girl. "You're not... human?" Shasa asked, hesitant.
Soseiko smiled crookedly and took a lock of her blue hair in hand. "You don't think they'd let me dye my hair this color, do you?"
"I guess not," Shasa responded, frowning. "But I've seen hair color like that before, on normal people..."
"Point," the other responded, rolling her eyes. "I'm partly human," she said after a moment. "But only partly. I've got some normal DNA, sure, but it isn't... well, it isn't really a lot, compared to the rest. The docbots don't know what I am, either, y'know, but you don't see me kvetching about it in the darkness."
"Well, you still LOOK normal," she said bitterly, eyes narrowing. "People can't see two hearts whenever they look at you, or orange blood, or whatever else you have. I can't get away from it... ever."
"Mmm." Soseiko leaned back in. "Yeah, I see how the whole third eye thing'd make that hard. Does it work?"
"Does what work?"
She tapped the center of her forehead. "That."
"Well, yeah... I guess." Shasa sighed. "Not that it really helps..."
"I see," the other girl said absently, nodding. "I like your eyes. I always wanted grey eyes when I was a kid... reminds me of rain. Like a cloudy day, full of water and the smell of wet earth. People used to say that if you had a third eye, you're close to enlightenment."
Shasa smiled tightly. "Well, I sure don't feel enlightened."
"And that's the first sign that there's still hope." Soseiko stood up, grinning, and leaned backward in an arcane sort of stretch. "I've got classes to go to, so I'm going to go ahead and let you sulk some more if you want. If you want to talk later or something, you know my name-- don't be afraid to use it, okay?"
"Okay," she responded, nodding, as the other girl reached up to turn the light off and made her exit from the storage closet. Surrounded in the comfort of darkness once again, Shasa tried to fit herself back into her little corner beneath the shelves, willing herself to feel bad again.
She was surprised to discover a moment later that she wasn't in the mood for self-pity. She wasn't sure why, to tell the truth; it wasn't like she felt better about her freaky mutant abnormality, or that Soseiko had said anything to help her... save that she thought her eye was pretty.
Or, Shasa thought a moment later, her eyes. The one on top was the same misty grey color as the two in her head set where everyone else had them. She'd said that she had pretty eyes. Did she mean it? Was she just talking to fill the gap?
Or was the compliment... genuine?
Either way, she was too bewildered by the entire exchange to feel unclean, be depressed, or even mope right now. As Shasa squirmed out from her hiding place, she wondered briefly if that hadn't been the other girl's intent the whole time.
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Part 4 (3140)
ACADEMY OF GALACTIC LEARNING AND STUDY, QUINOX, 3140
There were many unusual bits about being a student at the Academy that Soseiko had learned to appreciate for what they were worth. For one, the Royal Family had sent their own children to study here. This was important to Soseiko, mostly because this meant that it assured her that she was getting the best education that she could possibly get. The Royals would certainly want the best for their children, and how could she do anything but benefit from the trickle-down of such attention?
The other quirk about the Academy was that sometimes, every once in a while, one of the Royals themselves would supervise one of the classes. Most often, they came to view the upper-level combat courses, scoping out potential recruits for post-secondary conscriptment; every so often, though, they would step into one of the lower-level classes to see the new generation straining to prove themselves.
His Highness had chosen a good time to come. Soseiko's class in lom-chi-ki was taught by a man who had created a good way for students to prove themselves-- grading by the ladder. At the beginning of the year, he had randomly ranked the students, and informed them all that the person on the top of the list at the end of the year would automatically receive the highest grade in the class. Once per week, a student could issue a challenge to a person higher on the ladder; if the challenger was victorious, they would bump the loser down a rank and take the place above them. However, if that student lost the challenge, they could not challenge that person again for two weeks... and since a student was only allowed to answer one challenge per week, the challenge of a higher-ranked person always took precedence over that of a lower rank.
Soseiko hadn't taken lom-chi-ki classes until the beginning of the year. As a result, she had occupied the bottom rungs of the latter for a long time. Her climb to the top had been slow, but inevitable; her classmates had long been familiar with Soseiko's ability to succeed at something when she put her mind to it, and physical combat was apparently one of those things. It didn't hurt that she was naturally stronger and faster than almost all the other students, and it certainly didn't hurt that the few people who COULD tap into greater power sources were forbidden to do so in ladder matches. The ladder matches were for the perfection of technique, and while weaving spells was certainly an advantage in actual fighting, it did not measure one's raw talent in unarmed fighting.
It was a small distinction that Soseiko had learned to exploit.
As the first-ranked student in the class, there was nobody for her to challenge-- and as challenges were resolved from the bottom up, she was always the last to fight. Her challenger this week was a boy named Joshua, an Earthan import, who held the third rung of the ladder. Joshua was talented in hand-to-hand fighting, probably owing to his distant Saiyan ancestry, but he wasn't her equal. She was pretty sure that nobody in this class was, really, but she couldn't fault them for that.
Joshua was, at the moment, finishing off the match he'd been challenged to. The seventh-ranked student, another boy by the name of Reisashi, was very good when it came to the unarmed portion of the contests; he was limber, loose, and very quick with his hands. Reisashi couldn't convey his speed through weapons, though, and while he was certainly as good (if not a little better) than his current opponent at grappling, Joshua proved to be the dominating fighter in both the blade and bo matches.
A strong kiai shout concluded the match, with Joshua's blade poised at Reisashi's gut and with Reisashi's blade too far away to deflect the final match-winning point. Sensei Rokubungi sharply called for a conclusion to the match; Reisashi checked his wild strike, and both combatants separated. Rokubungi barked out another set of commands; the two students bowed first to him, and then to one another. Soseiko smiled to herself, internalizing the pattern of attack Joshua had been using-- and suddenly realizing that the look that he was giving her in return was not the usual scowl with which he regarded everyone else.
The expression passed after a moment, his sneer reasserting itself after a moment. If Soseiko didn't hear the sudden intake of breath from the girl sitting aside her, she would have chalked it up to memory. "Oooh," Shana said, gently nudging her peer. "Did you see that?"
"See what?" Soseiko replied, attempting to forget what the other girl was talking about.
"The way he was looking at you," she whispered, nudging her friend with a bigger grin. "He wasn't straining his face or anything!"
"Maybe he forgot to clench," the azure-haired girl responded, rolling her eyes.
"I've not seen him ever look at anyone when he wasn't constipated," Shana murmured insistently, giving a single thoughtful nod. "You don't think...?"
"HIM? No! No. No way." She had NOT wanted to think about him like that. "Not a chance," Soseiko said in a clipped, emphatic whisper. "He's... y'know... not interested in things that aren't fighting."
"He looked almost like a normal person," Shana marvelled. "Wow."
She rolled her eyes. "As normal as anyone gets around here."
Shana responded with a sharply-placed elbow, and Soseiko accepted it as was her lot. There'd been a lot of change in the other girl since she'd known her; maybe, Soseiko thought, some of it would stick once they parted ways. They were quiet again for some time, even when it came time for Soseiko to take the mat for her match.
No words were necessary between the two girls-- their confidence in her victory was absolute.
The order of matches this week was set to grapples, staves, and swords. The girl performed a few preliminary stretches, getting her muscles ready for another workout as Joshua emerged from the crowd of students. On a whim, Soseiko looked up between shoulder rolls, trying to catch his eye; when all she could see was the perpetual scowl that was constantly on his face, she could feel a bit of the tension leave her frame.
If he really DID like her, she might feel bad about kicking his tail up his hindquarters.
The few rounds of grappling were swift and certain. Joshua was measurably stronger than her-- not only because he had ancient Sayian genes, but also because he was a few years older than her, as well as a boy-- but one of the first lessons of lom-chi-ki was that it was not worth the effort to try and lift the mountain.
Rather, she put her time in causing an avalanche, bringing the mountain to her. Saiyan genes or not, he still called uncle after she'd applied sufficient force to the elbow lock she quickly applied to him. The next two fights were similarly swift and brutal; while he almost broke her winning streak by hyperextending her shoulder, Soseiko countered this ploy by executing a standing flip, following this up with a leg-sweep and taking him down in the same fluid motion that reset the position of her arm.
Rokubungi-sensei's sharp bark concluded that match. Both competetors picked themselves off of the mat, bowing to one another once again as the teacher's assistants quickly supplied a pair of staves. She and he accepted the weapons provided them with another bow, and took positions some feet apart from the other, waiting for the instructor's shout to begin the match.
At his call, Soseiko quickly shifted into a defensive stance. Joshua always began a bout with a quick series of offensive strikes, trying to catch his opponent off-guard before they could read his intent and counting on the early victory to demoralize the other fighter. Months and months of watching Joseph fight, though, had ingrained his preferences into her memory. He himself probably wasn't aware he preferred this sort of tactic.
Given how big he was, this would have been the proper strategy against anyone who didn't take pains to be observant. She deflected his opening swing and hopped over the follow-up sweep, feinting with her own weapon to his chest; he bought the bluff and brought his staff up to parry an upper-body attack that never came, leaving him open for her to place her weapon between his knees. A sharp push knocked him over. A kiai shout, and a would-be injurious swing, brought a conclusion to the round.
One of the teacher's aides marked the point for the girl as they separated. Soseiko watched him more closely this time; examining the inevitable tells that she had picked up on her classmates in the many months. The stance suggested he was going to be more wary this time, ready for her to whip out something technical and tricky to defeat his overwhelming attack. When the match called out, she maintained her own defensive stance for a long moment. They circled one another, each waiting for the other's move; between steps, Soseiko launched herself forward and batted his staff to the side, and laid another swift strike at his neck.
By the time Joshua had read her move, it was too late to do anything about it but freeze. Rokubungi nodded severely, signalling that she had earned her second point, and they stepped apart once again. The boy's memory was absurdly short, she marvelled, a small smile creeping across her face as he finally settled into the middle stance-- their last three ladder matches had pretty much exactly like this one was going to. He opened up strong for the first match, overreacted on the second, and then tried to fight her at her own game in the third.
Joshua was a powerful fighter, but a tactical genius he wasn't.
He wasn't sweating it on the outside, but she'd gotten him unnerved. With both misdirection and sufficient bluffing having defeated the options of total offense and defense, he was going to try and draw her into thinking he'd fallen for another trick-- and then, he would compensate with another blow. She played to him a little longer, feinting and away, giving him openings he knew he wouldn't take, and building the speed between feints--
and when he lowered his guard completely, expecting her to bob away, that was when she struck.
The hollow crack of the staff echoed in the otherwise silent room. Her opponent staggered back, surprised by the rapidity of her attack; Rokubungi-sensei barked, "Point!" as the rest of the classroom began applauding lightly. Soseiko couldn't quite erase the victorious smile from her face as she bowed to Rokubungi, then to her opponent, and then performed a more elaborate, Occidental bow to the audience, which only encouraged them to be more energetic in their approval.
She relinquished her weapon to the assistants, accepting the bokken they handed her and testing its weight in one hand, already concocting her strategy for the next match. He liked swords, was almost as good with a blade as he was with unarmed combat, and would likely be expecting more of the same...
"Do you really have to do all the showboating?"
His voice drew her back to the concrete. "No," she admitted with a smirk, resuming a combat stance.
"What's the point?" he retorted, his scowl settling deeper and more angrily into his face. "If you're not going to take me seriously, then END it."
"I've got you two for three already," Soseiko replied with a shrug and a wink. "I think I'll take the time to enjoy this one."
His expression darkened. "So this is... entertaining to you, is it?"
"Oh, come off it." She motioned with her weapon to his. "Like you've never gloated before. Are you going to fight, or are you going to jaw at me all day?"
"Oh, I'll fight." Joshua brought his bokken up into a high, aggressive stance. "I will MAKE you take me seriously."
"Enough!" Rokubungi bellowed. "This match begins!"
Both students immediately snapped into memory, bowing first to the older man, and then to one another. A moment later, they had returned to their previous stances, awaiting only their sensei's barked command to begin-- which, a moment later, he gave.
They stood apart for a long moment. Soseiko watched him briefly, wondering if he was going to shift stances or if he was going to go ahead and attack. If he voice was any sign, he was either going to go at her aggressively, or he was simply going to concede her the match by permitting her to strike at him and win. But which was it?
The girl was so consumed with the decision that she almost missed the brief shimmer of building ki in her opponent.
With a furious kiai shout, Joshua crossed the space between them faster than they eye could see and delivered an incredibly powerful stroke upwards, knocking her bokken upwards and out of the way. Her hands stung briefly from the impact, but she squelched the surprised yelp. She couldn't call forth her own ki without a moment's preparation-- she'd never needed to, as ki usage had always been forbidden to use in training against cadets unless properly supervised by someone else. Her weapon was away to where she couldn't use it to defend herself, and she wasn't in a position to dodge whatever he had planned next--
-- so when he merely turned his bokken to deliver a hard blow to its hilt, she was briefly thankful that he hadn't chosen something more potentially dangerous, like her head, or her neck, or her abdomen, or legs, and she continued to be thankful until the pain receptors caught up with her brain.
The next few seconds were a flurry of motion that she barely followed. The other students reacted with a gasp, various levels of shock and concern registering amidst them; long before any of those could take action, though, both Rokubungi and the aides were in action, with the latter both disarming Joshua and taking him down to the mat, and the former delivering an atemi strike that would de-synchronize his ki circulation for a time.
It was over before it started. "Back to your seats!" Rokubungi said harshly, delivering a swift chopping gesture to the rush of students. They complied meekly, falling back into ranks, and the older man crossed the distance to the kneeling, obviously pained girl. "Show me your hand," he said, tone indicating this was not a request.
Reluctantly, Soseiko stopped cradling her hand and let him look at it, making sure to avert her own eyes. If she saw how bad she knew it was, she knew she might lose it. Rokubungi seemed less inclined to react on anything than an intellectual level. "Bones broken," he said matter-of-factly. "Fetch a healer... and the Monitors."
The elder student bowed and quickly made her way out the door. Gently, Rokubungi released Soseiko's hand and walked calmly over to the student laying prone on the ground, both arms positioned where their dislocation would be a matter of ease. Joshua, wisely, was not attempting to resist the less-than-gentle ministrations of the more-skilled student sitting on top of his back. "You are aware of the rules of this dojo, cadet," the sensei observed evenly. "Ki expression is forbidden within these walls during ladder matches."
Joshua remained stonily silent, facing the wall ahead of him.
"The cadet is disqualified for violation of the rules," Rokubungi said dispassionately, straightening and regarding the assembled class. "Furthermore, he is forbidden to issue challenges for the rest of the semester, and this burst of violence will be noted to the appropriate authorities."
"No!" Soseiko shouted, staggering to her feet. "I'm not done with him yet! I don't need tow hands to--"
"The cadet," her sensei repeated, turning to face her with a severe look, "is disqualified. This match is concluded. Cadet Soseiko is the victor and retains her position."
As much as she wanted to press it, she knew the nature of that look. Soseiko took several slow, deep breaths, calming herself and focused her mind on the sharp, stabbing pains in her hand. He'd struck her there to disarm her, not somewhere else where she might have been more injured... what did it mean?
The medic arrived moments later and shortly before the two Monitors did, escorting both students to their different destinations. Rokubungi began barking orders as though nothing had happened, and the other students obeyed without question. Soseiko stole a look at her antagonist, trying to discern something, and suddenly realized that he was looking back at her, scowlless... and with a look of regret.
But not the regret of being caught, she wondered. The regret of something deeper.
It would be something for her to think about while the machines in the hospital re-knit her bones.
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Part 5 (3142)
"I'm dreaming," she mused.
"You're dreaming!" Joshua echoed, surprised. "How did that happen?"
"It does, sometimes," Soseiko answered, looking through him to the clock tower on the other side of the school. It was only late o'clock, much too early for anything but the lifeless mask of Quinox to be turning to the sun. The planet defended itself against hostile minds with its own power, only revealing its moddled steel and purple surface to those who were trusted enough by those who governed the will of the world. "I can see through you," she thought aloud, frowning. "Are these your true colors?"
"I show you my face every day," he replied, still confused by her query, and took a step out of himself. Joshua's shell smiled winningly to her before it began crumbling in the stiff breeze, flakes breaking off and blowing into the wind. Soseiko watched it disintegrate and watched herself close her eyes and turn away. "It's hollow," the boy explained, gazing off away from her. "But you already knew that."
Her grief would not manifest itself no matter how hard she wanted it to. "I always did," she said sadly. "I hoped, though."
"That one of us was real?" he inquired, turning around to face her. Joshua was naked without his shell, now, skin drawn tightly over his already-gaunt frame. "It's convenient," the boy added, frowning. "But it won't last. We're not going to have the miracle romance."
"It's not fair," she said stiffly, straightening up and sneaking a glance over her shoulder at his skeletal frame. "Everyone else gets love," the girl added, loosening up a bit. "I don't want to see through it. It's not just chemicals, it shouldn't be, it can't be. I won't let it be."
"You don't want to be hollow, either," he agreed, nodded, and took a step towards her. "But you can't escape it. Aren't we the sum of what we are?"
Soseiko shook her head fervently. "Life is more than the sum of our parts," she said. "Experience and action makes us what we are, strengthens the soul..."
"A dispersed bioelectric pattern generated by the presence of a starseed," he agreed. "Past lives can be determined with an accuracy of no less than eighty percent with the right science. Starseeds germinate and re-germinate in bodies that are like their previous owners, giving them the opportunity to repeat the same mistakes."
"We can learn," she retorted stubbornly, hands balling into fists. "We don't have to do what came before. We can learn from experience, become more than what we were..."
Joshua tilted his head to the side. "'That which does not kill me makes me breakfast'?"
She frowned and shook her head. "Makes me stronger."
"Saiyan errors at best," he snorted. "Are you sure you're strong enough to embrace that?" He took another step closer, expression hardening. "Boil you down to your essence. Give you adversity, see where your genes end and your spirit begins."
"You're not Joshua," Soseiko said suddenly. "You're something else. You wear his face, and you want to hurt me..."
"But who am I?" He advanced another step, expression hardening into an impartial mask. "This is your dream, isn't it?" he inquired, smiling. "Your subconscious. If you really want to be free, you just have to keep yourself in disarray. If you find yourself, you run the risk of losing yourself. Stay unharmonious, stay anonymous. Embrace mediocrity, and you will be too busy being mundane to remember regret."
Her eyes narrowed in answer. "I shall not fear," Soseiko replied coldly, her previous uncertainty crystalized into resolution. "Fear is the mind-killer. I will face my fears, and I will let them pass through me. Only I will remain."
Joshua took the final step, closing the distance between them. "Hollow," he said casually, reaching out and placing a hand on the center of her chest between her breasts. "What terrifies you is buried within your nature. What you are. What you might become. It is why you embrace their ways like you do, why you push yourself in the ways they tell you to, why you obey them so willingly. You will hide yourself in someone else's will, and there you are sure you will be safe."
"I do not fear you," she repeated angrily, but there was a waver in her voice that was not there before.
"You do not fear me," he agreed, pushing her gently-- and the image of her uniform cracked, fragmenting and blowing away in the breeze. "You fear yourself. You hate being hollow, but you will not commit yourself to yourself for fear of embracing something terrible."
Her controlled demeanor snapped abruptly, emotion coloring her face. "I'm HUMAN!!" Soseiko screamed, momentarily forgetting the flaking-away of her garments. "I've always been human!"
"But never entirely human," Joshua said sadly, taking a step back. "There's too much mystery for one person. The you-that-might-be is lurking in your genes, waiting for the right time to come out and hurt people."
"It's MY life!" she yelled back at him, hate in her eyes. "I'M in control! These are MY decisions!"
There was a strangely very real hurt in Joshua's eyes as he regarded her. "Committment to your own destiny will only bring you pain," he sighed, shaking his head. "Committment to yourself will only give you the room to fall... and from some falls, there is no standing back up. Not as you were. But if you want to see what you are, what lies beneath the face of mankind, all you need to do is behold your facade crumble beneath you."
"Lies," she said fiercely. "Illusions. I will not let this dissuade me."
Then, she willed herself to wake up.
RASHOMAN HOTEL, QUINOX CAPITAL, 3142
The switch from the constructed reality to actual physicality was always a little jarring, but it always served to make sure she was awake. Soseiko opened her eyes, returning to the comforting darkness of her hotel room, and drew a long sigh.
She could feel Joshua's pulse through his arm, tapping the slow sort of beat that told her he was asleep. He always had been a deep sleeper-- he probably wouldn't notice if she took a walk. Get out of the room, clear her mind with the night air... avoid thinking about the dream, that as it had gone on, had become progressively less and less dream-like... and perhaps pray that she was right about what she had told herself.
If she lingered on the idea, though, it would consume her. This was a vacation; this was supposed to be something happy. Something special. Everyone had a first time, and she supposed she had been lucky that it was with someone she gave two shakes about.
But he was so much simpler than she, and not just on the intellectual level. He knew what he was... embraced it, even. Even after those first awkward steps together, made so much more difficult by the flareup of his temper, he'd never quite understood why she was the way she was. He was a Sayian, one could trace his line back to the famous Vegeta (never mind the thousand years of humanity diluting the purity of the line), and that was who and what he aspired to be.
He meant well, but he wasn't ready to listen... and she wasn't ready to talk, either.
Yes, she thought suddenly. Perhaps praying over the idea would give her a clearer understanding of it.
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Part 6 (3144)
GYANNICHAN NATURE PRESERVE, QUINOX, 3144
It was a pretty big disaster, as disasters went, but it was one that was ultimately going to be contained. Soseiko tried to content herself with this knowledge as she ran through the open plains of her homeworld, making a mad dash for the treeline beyond. Most of their scouting group had scattered in other directions, not anywhere near as tasty a potential treat as herself and the two behind her.
"I can BEAT that thing!" Joshua roared, throwing a hateful glare over his shoulder towards their pursuer. "I just need a little more time!"
"JOOOOOY!!" the thing behind them howled.
"You can't even SEE it!" Shasa screamed back at him, keeping up as best she could. "How can you BEAT it if you can't SEE it?!"
Joshua bit back another infuriated roar and pressed onwards, taking another few steps to match his speed with Soseiko's. For all Shasa's unique talents, Soseiko observed absently, the other girl simply was not going to be able to keep this pace up. She just wasn't biologically programmed to do so. She just needed to hold out a little longer, though-- long enough to draw it away from the cities, keep it far away so that someone who had the power could knock their enemy into orbit.
The idea that COSPLAY-OR might some day bud off, sending its foul, nigh-indestructible spawn to land on planets across the galaxy, had never occurred to the people in charge. Everyone who had an inkling of history knew that COSPLAY-OR descended to Earth once every ten years, apparently heedless of what measures had been taken to destroy it and seal it away once and for all. Being knocked into a black hole, being sent into a timeless zone, being tossed through a portal several billion years into the future-- none of it had actually forestalled the return. Serenity III had simply grown weary of the efforts and made something of a celebration of the event, knocking the creature back beyond the atmosphere with a burst from the Ginzuishou. Soseiko had even watched the Ceremony of the Repulsion on video feed when she was much younger.
But seeing a twenty-foot-tall, four-armed, very hungry monstrosity was much different than seeing one from a distance.
It wouldn't have been so bad, if it hadn't mutated somewhat along the way.
Now, instead of merely being an indestructible idiot-giant seeking the consumption of all things with spiritual power, it was an indestructible idiot-giant seeking the consumption of all things with spiritual power that could also cloak itself into near-invisibility. All the better to eat things, she supposed, like it had done with--
--no. Don't think about that. Just keep running.
Only truly supernatural senses could pick it out of the rich residual ki of Quinox, and only a few had the sensitivity to discern what it was actually doing. Shasa could pick it and its movements out in a heartbeat, but she lacked the fighting power to do anything about it. Joshua had the power, and might even have had the strength to knock this one into low orbit-- but his senses were dulled, barely capable of picking discerning its form even when he concentrated.
That left Soseiko as the one stuck somewhere in between-- capable of discerning it, and sometimes its actions, and with just enough personal power to be able to get on its nerves. It had fallen down to them to draw it away from the other students before it recognized them as a food source, and then to pray that the military could catch up to them before it was too late for them.
They would fight it at the treeline. Both Shasa and Joseph had chosen to trust her when she called them to her; she wondered if they were ready to trust her unto the point where the half-baked nature of her plans caught up with her.
She slowed her pace a bit, letting Shasa catch up and move past her for a moment. Even in the plains, where something so simple as the movement of grass in its wake should have given her a clue to its position, there was no sign of it. She had to squint, focusing her eyes on a higher level, to see the brief flashes of reiatsu that occasionally marked its path...
...there. Close behind them, too close for comfort. Soseiko drew her bokken in a smooth motion-- the only real blade out here for any distance had been her sensei's, and her sensei was in the monster's belly. She didn't doubt that he had gone down fighting as long as he could, but he-- and his weapon-- were now useless to them.
"JOOOOOOY!" it bellowed, some thirty feet away from her and closing quickly. Soseiko took up a combat stance, running through the effort of calling forth her ki reserves once again-- she would need them, to fight this thing for any length of time-- and hurled the bokken with all her might towards the monstrosity.
The bokken, predictably, splintered with the impact against COSPLAY-OR's hulking frame. The girl sneered, more with irritation than with anything else, and sprang away just as the brute lunged towards her-- crossing the distance between them with a preternatural quickness that belied its size. She ducked narrowly out of the way of a pair of outstretched hands, the monster's palms open as if to swat her from the sky like an insect, and the girl came to her feet in the branches of a strong-bowed Quinoxian elm.
Joshua struck out from the foliage the moment she was clear, a golden bullet streaking towards the space that Soseiko had occupied just moments ago. Now distanced from the creature, Soseiko could barely see the thing's presence as Joshua landed a series of hard punches to its abdomen-- and flinched involuntarily as he was knocked to the side by a fist he could not have seen, digging a furrow into the ground.
The Saiyan descendant would not be so easily stopped, though. With a savage scream, he burst free of the hole that he'd inadvertantly dug, his blonde hair whipping about in the wind generated by his golden ki aura. He spent a moment fixing the veiled shadow with a hateful, green-eyed stare, and rocketed towards his opponent... through the space it had occupied... and then stopped, realizing it was not there anymore.
"BEHIND YOU!" Shasa screamed. Joshua whirled around at her voice, a sphere of ki already building in his hands, but the monster was faster-- smashing him between two massive palms with one pair of arms, and then delivering a crushing overhand strike with its upper arms.
Momentarily visible in the dust shower, the beast howled its mournful cry and turned to the other two still in the trees. "Shasa!" Soseiko shouted, turning to the other girl. "Joshua can distract it, but he needs you to see it for him!"
Shasa turned to Soseiko, fear evident in her eyes and the tremble of her lip-- but nodded tersely as Joshua burst outwards from the hole and into the fray once again. Dirt and dust showered the area, his ki aura shredding the earth as he emerged and hurled himself at his enemy; after a strained shout from Shasa, he quickly reversed course and dealt COSPLAY-OR a massive punch. Soseiko watched, hope suddenly catching in her chest, as she watched the invulnerable foe dig a divot in the turf, and found it in herself to rejoin the battle.
The difference between Soseiko and Joshua was obvious. She was nowhere near his power level; her punches, kicks, and ki strikes were nothing more than pinpricks compared to the sledgehammer blows Joshua could land, but even this was better than sitting on her hands... or trying to run, only to die tired. They only needed to delay it, so that the army could get here.
It looked, for a time, like they just might have what it took able to pull it off.
As the fight wore on, though, the feeling began to atrophy away. COSPLAY-OR had grown eerily silent as the two of them bobbed about its massive frame, and it was growing increasingly accurate with its defenses. Joshua had not laid another punch like the most recent one-- a dozen blows that would have shattered stone and put a sizeable dent in a foot of steel, but the sheer force of the first REAL blow of the fight had not been replicated. It was moving, adapting to them, predicting his strikes and leaving her needle-jabs undefended.
She wanted to punish it for taking her lightly, but the thought was fantasy. She was already going all-out, and it wasn't working-- even if she had the strength to force it into a joint lock, it had six limbs, and it was equally capable with them all. It was focusing on defending itself from Joshua, not moving to attack except to test his own defenses. It was almost as though the beast was waiting for something.
An opening?
"A FEINT!!" Soseiko screamed, narrowly ducking a flailing arm. "JOSHUA, IT'S A--"
--but she was cut off as the arm swung back around, the impact sending her flat into one of the newly-created ditches. The world went fuzzy for a long moment as her brain caught back up with her body. Somewhere in the distance, maybe on another planet entirely, Joshua screamed a furious invective at COSPLAY-OR, channelling a burst of ki and hurling it in the direction Shasa yelled him to guide it.
When Soseiko had finally regained her senses and popped her head back out of the trench, she was just in time to see the monster deflect the ki blast... but the sphere of energy was not headed to him, or to her. Shasa had enough time to start to scream, but not enough to dodge as she needed.
COSPLAY-OR's victorious roar was enough to drown out anything else that escaped Shasa's lips.
It took a moment for Joshua to identify what had happened; as the case was, he screamed and hurled another pair of ki strikes in COSPLAY-OR's direction that simply soared off into the distance. In the next second, he was sent rocketing into the forest by a vicious blow.
After a moment's extreme effort, Soseiko managed to wrench her eyes from the path of devastation that Joseph's body was carving through the forest and look to where Shasa had been shouting her directions. There was no sign of the other girl anywhere; she decided to interpret this as a good thing, that Shasa had been thrown clear by the explosion, and not atomized by an errant ki-blast.
Shasa had to be alive. If she wasn't...
The girl made herself look away and focus her attention on their enemy, concentrating on where it wasn't as much as where it was. Upon her increased scrutiny, COSPLAY-OR became visible once again, the dimmest of shadows in the midday sun; Soseiko bellowed a kiai shout, drawing up her dwindling reserves of energy, and launched herself at the creature.
She did not have any illusions about her ability to actually injure it. She could hold her breath for ten minutes at a stretch, run a five-minute mile twice, bring a man to his knees with a coy smile and a wink, but for all of the benefits her body offered her, she was simply not good enough. There was a fundamental absence of power here-- and short of promising her soul to a fell power, she wasn't going to get it.
The part of her mind that was not fixiated on distracting COSPLAY-OR was taking some sort of amusement in her current predicament. There were a thousand stories about people dying heroically for the cause, selling their lives dearly in a fight they could not win. Once Soseiko was old enough to appreciate ideals, she had gained a significant respect for the sort of person who could do that sort of thing.
Soseiko had wondered if she would end up being the kind of person to lay down her life for others. It was mildly comforting to know that she had that sort of resolve.
When COSPLAY-OR finally discerned through her endless series of feints and dodges, she was almost thankful. One moment, she was fighting; the next, she was sprawled on her back, staring blearily up at the purple sky above them. Joshua's reiatsu was still there at the edge of her perception, somewhere, fighting the good fight and fighting it blindly. Soseiko rolled over onto her front and slowly, excruciatingly, pushed herself into an sitting position.
The world continued to swim around her, but that was more of a function of her shaken equilibrium than actual world-shaking. She could still see him fighting, swinging wildly at the blank space; his hit and miss ratio was perhaps one to one. Every time he threw a punch that went wide, though, COSPLAY-OR retorted by delivering a terrible blow. Joshua got back up after every hit, but always a little bit slower with every return.
And then, when Joshua could no longer sustain his incredible pace, he was caught. Soseiko could see two of its massive hands wrap around the lower half of his body, holding him still; with his energy depleted, Joshua could not react in time to prevent the other two arms from coming together over the top of his body.
Then, both pairs of hands twisted in different directions.
"NO!!" Soseiko screamed, the sharp snap of bone breaking forcing her to her feet as the monster took its lower hands off of him. The golden nimbus of light faded in a heartbeat as Joshua screamed in agony; the blonde gleam to his hair disappeared, and he was suddenly looking more vulnerable than she had ever seen him.
"JOOOOOOY!!" COSPLAY-OR howled triumphantly, shaking Joshua's limp form for a moment before hurling him in her direction. The saiyan spiraled through the air, the force of the throw snapping a tree around his body before he came tumbling to a rest almost at her feet. Soseiko stifled another scream when she saw the number of wounds he had sustained... and how he was even now fighting to stand again.
The sight transfixed her for a long moment before she looked back to the advancing COSPLAY-OR. It was apparently intelligent enough to know when it had won, and was now strolling towards their location with no sign of hurry. Slowly, she turned to face it, gazing into its sightless eyes and wondering just what it was thinking. Did it view them as worthy opponents? Did it even view them as opponents at all, or did it simply perceive them as an uncooperative meal?
Its maw opened once again, going slack as it loomed over the lot of them. This, it seemed, was to be her end: leaving the world with no more knowledge of who she was, or where she came from, than she had entered it with. She was to remain an enigma, voiceless, powerless, clueless to her own identity... nothing more than a plaque on the wall of the Academy, and a small footnote in genetic research.
She barely registered the presence of COSPLAY-OR's massive paw closing about her body, pinning her arms to her sides and hoisting her off of the ground. She was going to die, going to get eaten, and there was nothing she could do about it even if she wanted to. It was going to eat her, and then it was going to eat her boyfriend, and then it was going to eat Shasa, whose only mistake was following them out here so that she could die too (please already be dead, please don't live to see this happen to you)...
It couldn't end like this... and, for a moment, it didn't.
"'Seiko!" Shasa's voice screamed, snapping the other girl out of her reverie. Soseiko looked to the side, taken entirely by surprise, and realized that COSPLAY-OR had paused as well. Apparently confident that she had gotten their attention, Shasa folded her hands together in a series of seals, her third eye blazing radiantly.
"NO!" Soseiko yelled, panicking. "Run, damn you, RUN!!"
"The dead star reaches to quench a young light," Shasa sang in a ritualistic monotone, forming the final seal and ignoring her friend's outburst. "That which burns alone burns brightest!"
Soseiko watched the girl with mixed awe and horror as a great sphere of flame began to build in her friend's hands. She was alive, thank gods she was alive, but she was throwing her life away in fighting a battle that she could not win...
And as Shasa unleashed the column of fire, Soseiko was suddenly struck by the depths of her own hypocracy. She closed her eyes and waited for the rush of heat to pass her by-- only to open them again as a terrifyingly foreign ki aura crackled through her awareness. To Soseiko's dismay, she could quite clearly see the bolt sizzling in the air, simply floating in place. The hand COSPLAY-OR had thrown in front of it was clearly visible, as was the energy radiating out from it and holding the bolt in place.
Then, with a low moan, it drew back both hands and slapped at the bolt, reversing its direction.
Soseiko found herself screaming, struggling desperately against the immovable force of the hand. The fire was moving faster than Shasa could dodge-- she saw Shasa's eyes widen, and her legs begin to bend in a jump-- but the fire was moving faster, and soon there was a great tunnel of char and ash where her friend had been.
The fact that she probably didn't feel it coming was no comfort.
It was a long moment before the reality of the situation settled in. Shasa was there a moment ago, and now she wasn't... Shasa had put herself in danger for her, made the mistake of trying to help her a little longer... the mistake of trusting that Soseiko would come up with something that would keep them all alive. Soseiko's hands clenched into fists. What right did she have to throw her life away for the survivor? What gave her the right to try and delay the inevitable?
Only then did Soseiko realize the depths of her hypocrasy. Strange, though, that the sudden revelation was not filling her with shame as it probably should have... there was a strange, euphoric clarity here, something that she did not like feeling but was feeling anyway.
Anger?
No... something cleaner, more pure than mere anger.
She looked back to COSPLAY-OR and regarded it dimly, and to her surprise, she could see it regarding her right back. This, though, was not the dead, emotionless stare of an unintelligent predator-- she could see an eagerness in there, an awareness to what its actions meant
it knew it was hurting her, and it was doing it on purpose, and Soseiko was finding that the emotion welling within her was making it harder and harder to think
so she did what felt natural, and just let go
and her world
went
RED.
She was dimly aware that she was no longer trapped by the monster's hand. She was also sure she was moving, somewhere, and moving quickly. Where she was, much less when she was, or if she even WAS at all, was a matter of contention.
The one thing she was certain of, though, was that she was awash in her own soul. She could feel herself emanating through every pore, every cell of her body; the rapture she felt in release, the ecstasy of bathing in her own radiance, was overwhelming every other thought and urge she had ever had.
In this red world, she was a goddess, touching all points of all times and places at once, and she wondered why she had never understood her true nature before now.
But slowly, inexorably, the haze began to fall away from her senses. The effect was much like focusing a microscope onto a drop of water, with the broad outlines of ideas and concepts discernable long before detail was obtained. Time was the first awareness to return to her, and with it came the ability to discern the fact that she was still probably alive. Shapes were beginning to emerge out of the fog-- the terrain had ceased to be featureless, and she was beginning to perceive the directions of up and down... and someone was screaming at the top of their lungs.
She was beginning to recognize the details now, and as the euphoria faded away, she found she could now fit them into her memory. She was fighting something that hurt her friends, and was going to hurt her too. She had stopped fighting now, though, which probably meant that she had won-- she wasn't feeling numb like she always did when something really hurt her badly. The voice was familiar, and she could almost name its owner...
When Soseiko finally remembered her name, the red haze vanished in a heartbeat. She was still casting her own golden light, though, a high-intensity ki aura that was rolling off of her skin like water. She slowly made herself float to the ground and rubbed her throat, trying fruitlessly to get some of the rawness out, and looked about expectantly.
There was no sign of COSPLAY-OR anywhere to be found.
Had she won? Soseiko felt her feet touch the ground and gazed about them a moment longer, verifying that her senses were indeed telling her the truth. It was a pleasant, if somewhat unnerving surprise to discover that her initial sweep was accurate; COSPLAY-OR had been defeated, by persons or person unknown. But what of the others?
She made herself not think about the other girl-- that could happen later, when she was ready to deal with the dead. There was a potential survivor, and he might need her help. Stepping through the shower of foreign spiritual energy, Soseiko pushed her way through to the treeline to where she remembered Joseph had been.
He was alive, thank gods, and he was awake... but he needed help. His back had surely broken; they could fix the bone, mend the nerves, but if he bled out internally before they could get there, then all the science in the world couldn't fix him. She took a step closer and smiled, relieved that they still had a chance, but stopped short when she recognized a strange, almost hurtful blend of awe and horror. "Joshua?" Soseiko murmured, her confusion evident in her own face. "Joshua, what's wrong?"
Joshua tried to respond for a moment, jaw working noiselessly; eventually seeing that he wasn't going to be able to answer her with words, simply pointed to his head... and then hers. She mimed his gesture, putting one hand to her head and was more than somewhat startled to feel her hair standing straight upwards, as though she'd had been electrified. Ignoring the chill running through her spine, she took a handful of the keratin and took a long look.
"Oh," Soseiko observed coherently, releasing the golden lock of hair to hang there. "Well," she added. "That's odd."
And finally, with her weirdness meter finally topped out and her borrowed strength leaving her in a rush, Soseiko decided that passing out would be a valid way to end her day.
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Part 7
QUORA CONTAINMENT FACILITY, ZONE #33
Subject Name: Soseiko
Biotype: Unknown, estimated %33 DNA is human in origin
Birthdate: @3127
Known Dangers: Indeterminate biodata, trained ki user and hand-to-hand specialist
Assessed Threat Level: Minimal. Changes appear to be purely biological, and subject appears to be thinking under her own power. Is not under the effect of external compulsions, magics, or ki patterns. Currently under observation for potential release.
Visitation: Monitored
Seals: Physical, Auric, Psychic, Arcane
VISITATION TRANSCRIPT
TIMESTAMP: 18:03 13/08/3144 CMT
Visitor: Joshua Vanslad
Known from: fellow student, Galactic Academy of Study and Learning
Probable relationship: Friend, ex-lover
Notes: First visit from non-school personnel, after subject was cleared for outside contact
Transcriber: Maurice Sendaki, ID [classified]
VISITOR enters speaking chamber. SUBJECT is faces away from camera until VISITOR sits down, turning chair around backwards before seating himself. Silence, until VISITOR taps the viewing screen with one hand.
VISITOR
Soseiko?
SUBJECT
Joshua.
VISITOR
I... *pause* It's good to see you again.
SUBJECT pauses and turns around on her stomach, looking up into the video recorder.
SUBJECT
Thanks... for caring, I mean. You all fixed up yourself?
VISITOR
Yeah. Took them long enough... but yeah, I'm about as good as I ever was. *smirk* Stronger, even.
SUBJECT
Like all of you all are.
VISITOR
Yeah, like that. They aren't... hurting you, are they?
SUBJECT
Hurting me? *pause* No, no, they're not hurting me... not aside from the Probulator, anyway.
VISITOR
*visible shudder* Kami-sama... again?
SUBJECT
I don't blame them TOO much, I guess... I did sort of give them cause, you know?
VISITOR
...yeah, you did. How much of that do you remember?
SUBJECT
...nothing. Not until I came down.
VISITOR
*pause* You should have seen yourself in action, Soseiko. You have always been the more skilled fighter. I am not afraid to admit this, and we both know it to be true-- but to see that skill, that raw physicality, matched with such a power... it was incredible. It was like seeing a goddess stride upon the field, fire and thunder in each hand...
SUBJECT's body language indicates shift to uneasiness. VISITOR either ignores or does not see this.
VISITOR
You and I, we were just like the old guard, in a lot of ways. When I don't tap into myself, you can beat me with some effort-- but when I slick my own ki flow, it isn't even a contest. But now that you can... God, you'll be that much stronger than I am. But... how? How did you go Super-Saiyajin? I mean, you can only do it if you have the right genes for it, and I know those modifications have been illegal for freaking ever. You couldn't have done that...
SUBJECT
...but I did, Joshua.
VISITOR
*pause* Say again?
SUBJECT
*slowly* The techs were running their samples. My biology before, and after... and...
VISITOR
And?
SUBJECT
And... well, I didn't have them before, but now I do. The genes, I mean...
VISITOR
...impossible. One does not simply become a Saiyajin because it is convenient.
SUBJECT stands.
SUBJECT
But that's not all, Joshua. You want to see what else I have?
SUBJECT puts her hand to her forehead and utilizes internal power to shift flesh and bone. VISITOR gapes when she is done.
VISITOR
You-- that-- God in heaven, *how*?
SUBJECT
I... don't know. I don't know.
VISITOR
That's HER eye. That's SHANA'S eye.
SUBJECT
*increasingly agitated* I don't know.
VISITOR
The two of you are totally different. You don't have Sanjiyan powers-- you never did. It's not in your biology at all. How in God's name...
SUBJECT
*angry* I don't fucking know, Joshua! I don't-- *balls a fist* fucking-- *reaches back* --KNOW!!
SUBJECT'S blow to the wall is sufficient to activate the internal wards. VISITOR jumps back at the display of light, and only moves back to the viewscreen when the glow if the wards fades away into darkness. Moment of silence.
VISITOR
I'm... sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.
SUBJECT
...I know. I'm sorry, it's just-- you can't possibly know what this is like, and I know you're trying and I'm trying not to be angry, but it's just SO HARD to remember that... did they tell you?
VISITOR
Tell me about what?
SUBJECT
It all works.
SUBJECT gestures to the eye in her forehead.
SUBJECT
I can see just like Shana said she could, if I tried... I was sensitive to that sort of stuff before, but not like she was. They sent a auralogist to diagnose me the other day, and I could SEE him... not just see him, but see THROUGH him... oh Gods, I don't want to think about it...
VISITOR
Seiko...
SUBJECT
But I HAVE to. Don't you understand? If I don't get a hold of myself, they'll never let-- *pauses, composes herself* They'll never let me out of here if I can't. I have to tell somebody, somebody who isn't going to write it down on a clipboard and put it in a file. You're... you're the only person who's come. Who's actually concerned about ME. It's... selfish of me, to ask you to do this, but you're the only one.
VISITOR
...Seiko, you saved my life. More than that, you're my friend. I know I'm not as good a listener like you always are, but if you think it'll help...
SUBJECT
I... how do you hold it back, Joshua?
VISITOR
Hold what back?
SUBJECT
The anger. The feeling-- no, the knowing, that you're better than everyone else. It's not me-- it can't be. I know I wasn't this way before, but even my own body is strange to me... like I'm wearing someone else's skin, and I can't dig my way out of it to be me again.
Momentary silence.
VISITOR
It's... hard, sometimes. But remembering the blows, remembering the times when you got beaten-- that helps a lot. *smirks* If you think it'd help, I'll beat the tar out of you...
SUBJECT
*smile* You'd try.
VISITOR
When you get out, then, we'll have a go at it. Best of three.
SUBJECT
Three? Best of one'll be all I need.
VISITOR
Hah! You think you've fully tapped the power of the Saiyajin race just by kicking COSPLAY-OR into the sun? There are subtleties, nuances to the strength, that one so new to their power could not possibly have attained!
SUBJECT
And since you're about as subtle as a freight train, I guess that makes us even, then, neh?
VISITOR
...I would call you an impudent, spiteful little hybrid who couldn't possibly understand the glory of the people, but I suppose that would be somewhat inaccurate.
SUBJECT
Gawd... *sighs* It's... I just feel good when I start channelling my ki. Or when I start really LOOKING at things with the third eye. Like when I'm on the salvia divinorum, or just plain old stoned, but it goes everywhere... it's like I'm close to transcending myself, becoming something new.
VISITOR
And... this is bad?
SUBJECT
*shakes head* I don't know. I wish I did-- if I did, I'd know how to feel about it. If I should avoid it, if it's a dark side, then I could work around it... but what if it isn't? What if it's the next stage in my growth?
VISITOR
...and gaining the power of the Super Sayiyajin ISN'T?
SUBJECT
Well, yeah, but no. It's... I just manifested your power, and I just gained Shana's power... could I get other powers, too? Could I turn myself into a Senshi, if I tried hard enough? And if I could, SHOULD I? Would it be evolution? Or would I be... corrupted, like the Animamates under Galaxia?
VISITOR
...I believe I am beginning to see the nature of your dilemna.
SUBJECT
Yeah.
VISITOR
Is there... anything I can do to help?
SUBJECT
...come back, every once in a while. Okay? And bring other people. It gets SO boring in here...
CONCLUDE EXCERPT
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Part 8
QUORA CONTAINMENT FACILITY, ZONE #23, 3145
"She's amazing."
"Yes, amazing." The other sentient in the room nodded, not-quite-respect and not-quite-fear mingling on its inhuman face. It was one of those distinctions that Sakura Xadium Aino had learned to interpret; as often as she spent her time around other races, being able to discern the body language of other cultures had become one of her many unsung skills.
"It is not only the ki-moulding that she is top-marks, too," Mragwrath added, its sensory feelers darting about absently in the circulated air. "The larvaling is also top-marks in hand-to-hand and top-marks in marksmanship and top-marks in many of her schoolworks. She is attentive in classes and well-respected by peers. She turns enemy into ally by helping them when they need help. Instructors believe she could command her own ship, maybe even multiple ships of Imperial Fleet."
"Bully for her." A small smile crossed Sakura's lips-- she had read the file when they had summoned her, and she found she could empathize with the girl's position. Sakura herself had been a hybrid child, forced to excel in her chosen position or to forever forget her dreams of vengeance. Quinox and the Academy certainly made for a much more forgiving environment than the one she herself had been trained in, but the chance to see a unique life-form survive, and even thrive, in this culture, was somewhat warming to the other woman's hearts.
Ever the professional, though, she put those thoughts out of her mind and looked back to the Iirakian scientist. "Hybrid vigor," she mused, nodding. "The daughter of decisively divergent DNA donors is either supremely supernormal or magnificently mundane..."
"Sometimes sterile," the iirakian added, almost as an afterthought, and probably not conscious of the consonance it had employed. "We have no reason to test for such yet, but such is not concerning us at this point. You are knowing we are unknowing of her derived ancestry, yes?"
"You said as much," she remembered with a nod. "You didn't transmit her DNA files to me, though, and I haven't had the chance to see them since I arrived..."
"Choice of Academy Security," Mragwrath chittered. "Not mine. But I think you understand when you see what we have to show you." It turned to one of the viewscreen banks, indicating one of them with a chitinous pincer; it shimmered into life at his approach, depicting a young girl-- cast in the bipedal form so common to sentients in Mutter's Spiral-- dressed in the military uniform of the Galactic Academy, her sapphire blue hair cut short to her shoulders and pinned back with a headband. Her eyes were closed, probably in meditation. "This is live feed from Advanced Traininig room," it said helpfully. "Shielded from outside world because of high-intensity reiatsu expressions. Only senshi-in-training and Knights earn right to use this room for past many years... until larvaling comes, changes everything. You watch, you understand."
Sakura glanced from the viewscreen to meet its gaze, noticing the strange eagerness in the other's eyes, and looked back to the screen. Action was conspicuously absent for some several moments; the girl, deep in trance, was murmuring a sutra of some sort, not reacting as the room's lighting subtly cycled through red, green, and blue hues. The feed was not sharp enough for Sakura to be able to discern other things-- the subtle resonances of a heartbeat, or low-level ki dispersion, for example-- but if things were as weird as they had promised, she wouldn't be disappointed.
Then, suddenly, all hell broke loose.
A quartet of pentagrams abruptly shimmered into existence on each of the walls, flickering with a sickly green light as each of them expelled a cloud of thick, black smoke. From each of these clouds emerged a great black, demonic form: each of them twelve feet tall if they were an inch, and each was shrouded in darkness and thhe a unearthly pale green fire.
"Constructs of room," Mragwrath added, sounding quite pleased with itself as the girl snapped to awareness. One of the demons howled hatefully, lunging foward with murder in its smouldering eyes. Eyes still closed, the girl dodged to the side, bending like a reed before the hurricane as its claws passed through the space she had occupied moments before. With a second, rapid movement, she darted back into its reach, lashing out with a series of hard blows... and then, just as quickly, moved to the next demon.
"This is first-tier challenge," it added, watching her with poorly-disguised delight as the second evil construct swung at her with a trio of wicked-looking claws. "Before, only advanced students who can channel ki into strikes allowed in, sometimes students who can use incantations. Constructs not affected by normal hand-to-hand."
She tilted her head to the side, frowning. "The first-tier challenge is four of those things?"
"Is tweaked for her," the iirakian admitted with the cultural equivalent of a shrug. "She get bored of one-on-one warm-up on way to stronger enemies."
Sakura nodded after a moment, attention once again returning to the viewer. The girl had already finished off three of them, her uniform spattered in the black blood of her enemies that was more thickly covering her hands and boots. The fourth creature, made wary by the deaths of its peers, was circling the girl, looking for an opportunity to strike. For her part, the girl was still, unmoving, as though she was completely unaware of its presence.
Then, in a flash, it leapt towards her-- and she stepped backwards, delivering a savage blow to its throat. In the moment the demon spent staggering back, the girl took another step and delivered a powerful kick to its kneecap; it staggered, stumbled, and then was finally silenced as she delivered an axe kick to its skull. It twitched beneath her foot, spasmed once, and then fell still.
"That's not half bad, as far as fighting goes," Sakura observed, a bit of a smirk on her face.
Mragwrath's mandibles clicked. "Top-marks yes, but important part is yet to come. Next level now."
Another black portal opened with a wrenching noise in the room, spewing forth what appeared to be an android crafted in the form of a naked, genderless human being. The girl registered this new arrival with a raised eyebrow and darted to the side, but the android was far faster than the demonic forms, leaping forward with the sort of speed that Sakura had only associated with a few beings in the universe.
"That's a Gero engine, isn't it?" she inquired evenly.
"A simulated Gero engine!" Mragwrath said excitedly, bobbing in place. "You see! She can keep up with it, blow for blow, but you know of course that her flesh and thus eventually tires out..."
Sakura raised an eyebrow, taking her eyes from the display to give a dubious look to the technician before returning her attention to the screen. "Is this a test of endurance?" she inquired, curious.
"Yes, yes, for other student yes!" it responded, sounding pleased. "For her, is just question of how long she chooses to go before she draws weapon."
The cryptic nature of the comment only secured her interest further. The girl and the android were trading blows at an incredible pace, their individual forms visible only to the naked eye when one combatant attacked another-- the ki flashing on her end, the nearly one hundred-precent efficient energy of the Gero engine on the other-- and it seemed for a while that, as good as the girl was, that her movements were slowly, and inexorably slowing down...
...but in a moment, as the two of them separated for a brief point of time, her hands flashed to the side, conjuring a beam of light that coalesced into a long, double-edged glaive.
Whether the android was surprised, or afraid, or simply amused at this turn of events, its eggshell-smooth face prevented it from demonstrating such emotions. Instead, the android threw itself back into the melee with her-- but it was different now. The weapon she had conjured was fuelling her strength, somehow, and a swipe of the blade against an undefended flank of her opponent drew sparks... and synthetic blood.
The reiatsu sensors were pinging insistantly, alerting the two in the room that someone's ki aura was flaring an order of magnitude more powerfully than it had before now. Sakura had enough experience with the Gero engine to know that it couldn't have been the engine-- if it had been the engine, that would have meant it was leaking somehow-- so that left only one person it could have been.
She continued to watch, one part of her awareness watching the monitors, and another part of her awareness keeping an eye on the viewscreen. As Mragwrath had predicted, the girl promptly managed to turn the tide of battle in her favor; after apparently choosing to surrender ground to it for a time, she feigned a weakness in her defense, and the android committed itself wholly to exploiting it. The girl's subsequent crosswise strike cleft the construct in twain, and the follow-up strike severed everything but an arm and the upper-left quarter of its torso.
Bereft of its engine, the android nonetheless flipped itself to a vaguely-upright position, and reached out with its remaining arm, straining even in defeat to attack its opponent. Sakura wondered how sentient the construct happened to be, as the girl merely crushed its head beneath her foot-- was its aggression merely the result of its programming? Or was that hate she was seeing in its lifeless eyes?
Or had she just been spending too much time in the twenty-first century of Earth that she was attaching sentimentality to something with the same creative intelligence as a particularly large rock?
"Third level," Mragwrath supplied helpfully, nodding its head as the construct's lifeless body flaked away into the artificial reality from which it had been conjured. The girl turned about to face the third figure materializing in the room, a smile crossing her face as a figure familiar to all three persons manifested.
"Vanadine," Sakura observed aloud, looking to the technician with a mildly curious expression.
"Measurements taken from scouters and the Lady's own skills," it explained, motioning to a few other monitors as both the student and the faux Vanadine took up fighting positions from across one another. "The Lady very skilled, very resourceful in fight-- but the Lady only human, so we increase construct chi flow by twenty times through Kaiouken simulation to match, exceed output of students in room."
"Impressive." Sakura tilted her head to the side, curious. "How much power does this room require to simulate this, if I might ask?"
Mragwrath's mandibles parted in something approximating a smile. "Generator takes week to charge, battery charge lasts no more than hour. Zero-point energy experiments come here for field testing."
A kiai shout from 'Vanadine,' and the match was on. Sakura's eyes lingered briefly on the monitor before switching to the iirakian administrator. "So how much further does this test go?"
"Not much farther," it responded with a multiple-limbed shrug. "Relevant to your interest comes very shortly."
So she watched the fight... and waited. The fight was developing rapidly into one of technique; they were both evenly matched in their reiatsu output, and their ki flow gave a slight edge to the student-- but Vanadine, even the snapshot from a hundred years ago that the Academy was basing its version off of, had had hundreds of years of field experience that no classroom could replicate. She was wielding what looked like a mere fencing sabre, but the chi flow doubtlessly made it as strong as, or even stronger than, neo-steel alloys. And if that wasn't enough, seeing the other woman effortlessly weave her telekinetic prowess into the fight was an experience she hadn't had in a long time... especially when she wasn't on the receiving end of such a beating. Sakura was seldom the sort to admire the aesthetics of a duel, and her own style had several points over Lom Chi Ki, but it was definitely one of the more graceful arts she had seen in some time.
It was the classic battle between the advanced student and the master: though the student's aura was racing wildly, fuelling her strikes, the techniques and fluidity of Vanadine's shadow were the edge that she needed. Sensing the inappropriateness of her weapon against the much lighter sabre, the student finally whipped the polearm above her head in a circle-- Vanadine swept an arm in the girl's direction, and the telekinetic punch slammed the student clean in the gut, sending her spinning to the ground-- but when the younger rolled to her feet, the weapon in both hands had become a more conventional straight blade. More like a machete, now that she got a closer look at it...
And then, Sakura noted the color of the girl's eyes and realized they had not been green when the match started.
From there, things did get more interesting. The ki flow meters were pinging, alerting to a sudden and significant change in the girl's internal energies-- which were now very strongly resembling the faux Vanadine's as the girl rejoined the fray. "She's an assimilator," Sakura ventured.
"Yes, assimilator, yes!" Mragwrath bobbed excitedly in its seat. "But is not just surface patterns-- is deeper than that. Manual override-- threat level maximum!"
The flow of the fight came to an abrupt halt, there. Vanadine lifted two fingers and sent another massive telekinetic thrust in the girl's direction; the student responded by crossing her arms in front of her, the brief shimmer of her own mental shield flickering into visibility as she was knocked twenty, fourty, fifty feet away from her opponent... leaving Vanadine free to utter a war cry, and for her aura to visibly shift to a deep, neon red.
"I though you said her ki output was already being strengthened through Kaiouken simulations," the Time Lady observed dryly.
"We use simulations as basemark," Mragwrath shrugged. "Then construct layer own Kaiouken on top. First come as surprise to us too."
"And the student will able to handle this by copying the second Kaiouken, I imagine?"
"Nnh... she could, most likely. But she does not. Final change-- important change--"
The iirakian paused, eyes fastened to the displays, and Sakura's own attention was drawn back to the viewscreen depicting the girl. She had loosened her stance, watching the swirl of reiatsu flowing from Vanadine-- and then, almost dismissively, the girl tossed aside her own weapon, which disintegrated back to wherever pocket dimension it had come from. As Vanadine's aura settled to a regular, pulsing crimson, the girl brought her hands together, palms first, bellowed her own deep-throated war cry,
And when reality was done warping around the girl, Sakura recognized the crackling golden aura, the shimmering green eyes, and the tell-tale blond hair of the super-saiyajin.
Battle was renewed once again, but Sakura already knew what the outcome was going to be. "Two questions," she said, turning to the administrator. "When was the last time she had contact with a saiyajin?"
"Two weeks. Saiyajin ex-lover, fellow student, conjugal visit during monitoring stay."
She nodded. "And how long has it been since you were all aware of her capabilities?"
"Is... funny relating, honest. Larvaling comes from state-hatchery. Very smart, recruited by Academy scouts who look for smart state-hive larva. Very skilled student, very quick study in sciences and killing arts, but never overt assimilation… until trigger event by COSPLAY-OR spawn. Since then-- potential unleashed and constant, though still bound to normal limits of biologicals. Maybe more, in time."
"I want everything you have on her. Psychospiritual, medical before and after, psychological examinations..."
"Assure you we are that larvaling is of no threat to us yet," Mragwrath chittered. "Is still many tests to run, see what she gains, what she loses, if gains can be reproduced or if is just momentary…"
"I'm not sure you understand," Sakura said matter-of-factly. "It's not her that I'm concerned with… it's that she's extremely vulnerable to entities that assimilate of their own nature. If she doesn't learn how to control it, she's going to be a very, very significant threat."
"Less credit to our readiness than we deserve." It almost seemed irritated that it was being questioned. "Larvaling is supervised constantly, is being taught methods of sanctification and self-expulgence. Queen will not send her where she will be killed, OR turned. Are many places could be hers, in Navy… and many places where she will not be exposed. Is, perhaps Venus, is jealous she is here first? In our armies where she serves us?"
"Venus's interests have nothing to do with this." She tilted her head and frowned incrementally. "I do not speak as the heir of Venus-I am speaking in my experience as a soldier and as a Time Lord. I would be extremely careful how you plan on using her talents, because all it can take is a single misstep…"
There was a bit of muffled clicking. "Is fate of all soldiers to misstep and die," it answered, bobbing in its seat, amused or confused-the two emotions ran together in iirakian consciousnesses. "Or are you forgetting this basic idea?"
This did not impress her particularly much. Sakura looked back to the viewscreen to see the girl standing triumphantly over the broken, battered body of her opponent… and though the girl was smiling, flush with victory, the Time Lord could see the weariness in her expression. It wasn't the sort of fatigue that came with exertion, though-she had seen this before in others, and in herself, when she had bothered to look in the mirror during her education on Gallifrey.
It was the sort of fatigue that one dealt with when they were being forced to submerge their own personality in the wake of the needs, and demands of others… and one that was almost uncomfortably familiar. There was a twinge, deep in the recesses of Sakura's soul, that wanted to comfort her... tell her it was going to be okay, even.
After a long moment, she looked back to the iirakian. "What's her name?"
"Larvaling was found with the word 'Soseiko' attached to garments," it responded, nodding curtly. "State-hatchery believed it as name, and larvaling has not adopted new name."
"Soseiko," she repeated, considering the word for a time.
"Genetics data of course will be yours," it added, nodding defentially. "Forgive initial reluctance, please-was pride as researcher and scientist offended. More eyes can help us discern possibilities."
"…yes, please, I would appreciate that." She glanced back to the iirakian. "Was there anything else you wished to show me yourself?"
"Not of now. Your promptness in showing most highly appreciated, Princess… we will be in touch if we find anything else."
Sakura nodded once, looked to the viewscreen again, and wondered why exactly she wanted to tell the student-no, she corrected herself, why she wanted to tell Soseiko that everything was going to be all right.
The answer came to her shortly after, as the Time Lady suddenly realized she had seen the cast of Soseiko's face once before.
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