Axar
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- Aug 6, 2022
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Any normal bounty hunter would have long called it a day in their pursuit of an inconvenient Saiyan.
After Axar followed him across the stars, from Earth to the very center of commerce throughout the universe, the Saiyan's pod was damaged and falling to the moon. As Axar prepared the weapons on his own vessel, to destroy the Saiyan's ship because it could reach the atmosphere, a transmission came in and warned him off. If he continued to leave his weapons charged, they would fire, and the last thing Axar needed was to lose his ship on this contract.
That Saiyan back on Vegeta would not pay nearly enough to replace it.
Axar watched the man, by the name of Gehn, crash into the surface in a fiery wreck. With almost the entire moon covered by urban sprawl, Gehn somehow managed to land in one of the least dense regions. For a Saiyan of his pitiful strength, even by their standards, he was certain to die. Axar would have been in the right to report the contract as complete, collect his payment, and move on with his life.
Instead, he landed at the Interstellar Market and began his search. He eventually made his way to the location of the crash, but found nothing but the broken remains of a space pod, repair crews, and construction teams that worked to repair the buildings. Little blood, and no body. Worse, every present refused to talk. The Changelings present, almost all of them of the Cold Clan, barely even looked at him. Gehn simply vanished and, still, Axar could rightly assume him dead.
Yet, he waited. Days turned to weeks as he watched for any sign, looking for any trace of Gehn's meager power to appear on the surface.
What he found in Gehn's place was something he had never expected: a power to nearly rival his own that appeared a number of weeks after his arrival. It was on a different region of the planet entirely and moved quickly, settling into a commercial area full of stores, services, and lodging. For a time, Axar watched, observed from a distance the movement of the powerful entity that had simply appeared as if from thin air.
Until, finally, he could ignore the event no longer.
"Pyri," he barked to his assistant -- a blonde-haired woman turned into a cyborg of sorts by his people. She had, for over a year, served as his personal assistant. "Follow from a distance. Don't let them see you until I command it, and not a moment sooner."
Together, they flew high above the cities of the market, across the surface of the moon, with the swirling clouds of its parent gas giant overhead. Their journey was short, and Axar quickly found himself dropping down to land in a narrow street between city blocks.
Although his mind showed him the immense power welling within her, his eyes hardly. He landed in front of what appeared to be a Human woman with unnatural pale skin, long and dark hair, and height enough to stand taller than him in his current form. He tilted his head and street lights glinted off the black horns that stood from his head. She had a horn herself, but this one appeared to be more flesh than black bone like his own.
"How unusual!" He greeted her with an excited lifted to his tone. Night had just overtaken this part of the moon, and the stars and gas giant above shined brightly in the cloudless sky. "I've seen scant few Saiyans as powerful as you are, and never once a Human. Yet..."
His head tilted when he hesitated and he brought his small fingers to his own chin.
"Something about you isn't quite right, is it?" He asked her next. He was, through Pyri, used to the company of a Human that wasn't quite Human anymore.
He chuckled and nodded.
"No matter. I've been meaning to ask: Have you seen a Saiyan man? Dark hair, like yours, that doesn't quite reach his eyes? Not particularly powerful, especially for one of his kind."
Current Power Level: 23,520
After Axar followed him across the stars, from Earth to the very center of commerce throughout the universe, the Saiyan's pod was damaged and falling to the moon. As Axar prepared the weapons on his own vessel, to destroy the Saiyan's ship because it could reach the atmosphere, a transmission came in and warned him off. If he continued to leave his weapons charged, they would fire, and the last thing Axar needed was to lose his ship on this contract.
That Saiyan back on Vegeta would not pay nearly enough to replace it.
Axar watched the man, by the name of Gehn, crash into the surface in a fiery wreck. With almost the entire moon covered by urban sprawl, Gehn somehow managed to land in one of the least dense regions. For a Saiyan of his pitiful strength, even by their standards, he was certain to die. Axar would have been in the right to report the contract as complete, collect his payment, and move on with his life.
Instead, he landed at the Interstellar Market and began his search. He eventually made his way to the location of the crash, but found nothing but the broken remains of a space pod, repair crews, and construction teams that worked to repair the buildings. Little blood, and no body. Worse, every present refused to talk. The Changelings present, almost all of them of the Cold Clan, barely even looked at him. Gehn simply vanished and, still, Axar could rightly assume him dead.
Yet, he waited. Days turned to weeks as he watched for any sign, looking for any trace of Gehn's meager power to appear on the surface.
What he found in Gehn's place was something he had never expected: a power to nearly rival his own that appeared a number of weeks after his arrival. It was on a different region of the planet entirely and moved quickly, settling into a commercial area full of stores, services, and lodging. For a time, Axar watched, observed from a distance the movement of the powerful entity that had simply appeared as if from thin air.
Until, finally, he could ignore the event no longer.
"Pyri," he barked to his assistant -- a blonde-haired woman turned into a cyborg of sorts by his people. She had, for over a year, served as his personal assistant. "Follow from a distance. Don't let them see you until I command it, and not a moment sooner."
Together, they flew high above the cities of the market, across the surface of the moon, with the swirling clouds of its parent gas giant overhead. Their journey was short, and Axar quickly found himself dropping down to land in a narrow street between city blocks.
Although his mind showed him the immense power welling within her, his eyes hardly. He landed in front of what appeared to be a Human woman with unnatural pale skin, long and dark hair, and height enough to stand taller than him in his current form. He tilted his head and street lights glinted off the black horns that stood from his head. She had a horn herself, but this one appeared to be more flesh than black bone like his own.
"How unusual!" He greeted her with an excited lifted to his tone. Night had just overtaken this part of the moon, and the stars and gas giant above shined brightly in the cloudless sky. "I've seen scant few Saiyans as powerful as you are, and never once a Human. Yet..."
His head tilted when he hesitated and he brought his small fingers to his own chin.
"Something about you isn't quite right, is it?" He asked her next. He was, through Pyri, used to the company of a Human that wasn't quite Human anymore.
He chuckled and nodded.
"No matter. I've been meaning to ask: Have you seen a Saiyan man? Dark hair, like yours, that doesn't quite reach his eyes? Not particularly powerful, especially for one of his kind."
Current Power Level: 23,520
