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6.28.34
2300 Hours
Polaris, Aphea System
The weeks came and went, and he tried his damndest to get stronger in the arena, but nothing was happening. Resa and the others we growing in power in leaps and bounds, so he had decided to stop his training in the arena all together. But he did not stop his training entirely. In fact, he trained even more than before. Every moment of spare time he either spent training or studying. Even Resa didn't know he was training outside of the arena.
He would warm up with stretching and running on the beach, then head out to the middle of the ocean and power up. He had invented many new techniques and attacks, one of which allowed him to go from normal to full power in a fraction of a second. He developed this handy trick when he realized that a person burned off a lot of energy while powering up, so minimizing that burn off would enhance the fighter's overall strength. But he still hadn't reached the boost in power he was looking for. Until...
He was in the ocean training. It was late night, and he was on the far side of the planet so his power fluctuations would be less noticeable. He didn't want anyone to know about his training. He was floating, meditating, trying to figure out why he could not ascend, why there was a block between the power he knew was there, hidden within him. If I visualize what it would be like... to have the power... to defend... Then he felt a change.
Something was with him. Not on the planet, but in his mind. It had no form, but he could see its eyes, the red glowing eyes. Not the proud red of the Thrakans, but blood red, the red of the Imp of Satan. It smiled at him, the eyes, the being, it mocked him. It showed him pictures of powerful people, the people he wanted to be, it knew what he wanted. Then the creature killed them one by one, burning them, torturing them all dying equally horrible deaths. Then he saw Resa. She was sleeping in her bed at the academy. The creature with no body appeared above her, it set her aflame in her sleep, burning her alive. He could see her features being melted away... he tried to look away but he couldn't, a nightmare he could not wake from... then something snapped.
He began to anger, anger as he never had before... then it stopped ... he felt no emotions. He was then watching himself floating above the ocean. He was standing straight up, arms pulled back at his sides. Suddenly he was back in his body; he opened his eyes. Now he felt the power he had been waiting for. It surged through him, penetrating the very fabric of his being, enveloping him in a blazing white aura. His hair changed to a gray, then to a brilliant white; his eyebrows followed suit. His eyes disappeared and his eye sockets were filled with pure white energy. He was blinded, but at the same time could see everything. He felt his body begin to change. Bolts of blue electricity shot off all about him, his fists, clenched, were coursing with electricity of their own. He let out a roar so powerful that the shockwave separated the ocean below him and shattered rocks miles away. He felt the ocean begin to rain back down on him, then the final transformation took place. His muscles doubled in size, filling with a power not seen on this side of the galaxy in a great while, the power that was finally his. Electricity was now running all over his body, augmenting his new, formidable appearance.
Before, his body was reacting naturally to the power influx disconnecting his central nervous system from his higher brain functions so as to not overload it. Now he was back in control. He realized this was the power he knew was hidden from him. He began to move about, throwing punches and kicks, and shooting off blasts of ki that were so powerful he even surprised himself. He had no trouble controlling his new power; it was as if it had always been a part of him. He flew back to the coast at record speed, flying so fast that the air in front of him was destroyed and formed a vacuum. He stood gazing at the academy arena, now feeling that he would finally be able walk in there proud, unashamed of his humanity. He began to laugh for the first time in a long while. He laughed to the point his stomach hurt and tears were in his eyes. When he stopped he realized he had not powered down, and wondered that if he did, would he be able to power up again?
Now figuring that he could not stay powered up forever, he felt he had to power down. But there was a problem, even though he felt normal, he knew he was ten times stronger than before. It felt natural to be in this state. Knowing this was dangerous, he knew that he had to power down. He tried focusing on lowering his energy, but all it did was mask it, not diminish it. Then it hit him. He simply used his power up technique in reverse.
Then, much faster than it had come, the power was gone. His muscles returned to normal, his eyes and hair changed back to their respective colors. He was afraid that the power had left him forever, but when he powered up again instead of plateauing as it previously had, it went shot back up to his transformed state. His eyes, muscles, and hair changed. He felt like a new person. If he was a new person he needed a new name.
He thought long and hard. He settled on Sabre, he liked the sound of that. Sabre was now his name. But something still troubled him. The eyes he had seen, the creature with no body, he knew they were real. There was something out there, and he knew it was coming. Sleep did not come to him easily that night.
6.28.34
2300 Hours
Polaris, Aphea System
The weeks came and went, and he tried his damndest to get stronger in the arena, but nothing was happening. Resa and the others we growing in power in leaps and bounds, so he had decided to stop his training in the arena all together. But he did not stop his training entirely. In fact, he trained even more than before. Every moment of spare time he either spent training or studying. Even Resa didn't know he was training outside of the arena.
He would warm up with stretching and running on the beach, then head out to the middle of the ocean and power up. He had invented many new techniques and attacks, one of which allowed him to go from normal to full power in a fraction of a second. He developed this handy trick when he realized that a person burned off a lot of energy while powering up, so minimizing that burn off would enhance the fighter's overall strength. But he still hadn't reached the boost in power he was looking for. Until...
He was in the ocean training. It was late night, and he was on the far side of the planet so his power fluctuations would be less noticeable. He didn't want anyone to know about his training. He was floating, meditating, trying to figure out why he could not ascend, why there was a block between the power he knew was there, hidden within him. If I visualize what it would be like... to have the power... to defend... Then he felt a change.
Something was with him. Not on the planet, but in his mind. It had no form, but he could see its eyes, the red glowing eyes. Not the proud red of the Thrakans, but blood red, the red of the Imp of Satan. It smiled at him, the eyes, the being, it mocked him. It showed him pictures of powerful people, the people he wanted to be, it knew what he wanted. Then the creature killed them one by one, burning them, torturing them all dying equally horrible deaths. Then he saw Resa. She was sleeping in her bed at the academy. The creature with no body appeared above her, it set her aflame in her sleep, burning her alive. He could see her features being melted away... he tried to look away but he couldn't, a nightmare he could not wake from... then something snapped.
He began to anger, anger as he never had before... then it stopped ... he felt no emotions. He was then watching himself floating above the ocean. He was standing straight up, arms pulled back at his sides. Suddenly he was back in his body; he opened his eyes. Now he felt the power he had been waiting for. It surged through him, penetrating the very fabric of his being, enveloping him in a blazing white aura. His hair changed to a gray, then to a brilliant white; his eyebrows followed suit. His eyes disappeared and his eye sockets were filled with pure white energy. He was blinded, but at the same time could see everything. He felt his body begin to change. Bolts of blue electricity shot off all about him, his fists, clenched, were coursing with electricity of their own. He let out a roar so powerful that the shockwave separated the ocean below him and shattered rocks miles away. He felt the ocean begin to rain back down on him, then the final transformation took place. His muscles doubled in size, filling with a power not seen on this side of the galaxy in a great while, the power that was finally his. Electricity was now running all over his body, augmenting his new, formidable appearance.
Before, his body was reacting naturally to the power influx disconnecting his central nervous system from his higher brain functions so as to not overload it. Now he was back in control. He realized this was the power he knew was hidden from him. He began to move about, throwing punches and kicks, and shooting off blasts of ki that were so powerful he even surprised himself. He had no trouble controlling his new power; it was as if it had always been a part of him. He flew back to the coast at record speed, flying so fast that the air in front of him was destroyed and formed a vacuum. He stood gazing at the academy arena, now feeling that he would finally be able walk in there proud, unashamed of his humanity. He began to laugh for the first time in a long while. He laughed to the point his stomach hurt and tears were in his eyes. When he stopped he realized he had not powered down, and wondered that if he did, would he be able to power up again?
Now figuring that he could not stay powered up forever, he felt he had to power down. But there was a problem, even though he felt normal, he knew he was ten times stronger than before. It felt natural to be in this state. Knowing this was dangerous, he knew that he had to power down. He tried focusing on lowering his energy, but all it did was mask it, not diminish it. Then it hit him. He simply used his power up technique in reverse.
Then, much faster than it had come, the power was gone. His muscles returned to normal, his eyes and hair changed back to their respective colors. He was afraid that the power had left him forever, but when he powered up again instead of plateauing as it previously had, it went shot back up to his transformed state. His eyes, muscles, and hair changed. He felt like a new person. If he was a new person he needed a new name.
He thought long and hard. He settled on Sabre, he liked the sound of that. Sabre was now his name. But something still troubled him. The eyes he had seen, the creature with no body, he knew they were real. There was something out there, and he knew it was coming. Sleep did not come to him easily that night.