Home at last: The General's Daughter returns!

Nanaomi was jarred from her scanning the template by the sudden appearance of food. The soft smile that creeped across her face would bloom as the smell caressed her nose. "Oh, this seems tasty." Nanaomi said, her eyes closing for a moment before rolling up the schematics and setting them aside. With a soft hum of happiness she'd start to cut pieces off and eat them. Her eyes closing with every first bite. It tasted so much better than her own cooking. Well, she never was much into cooking anyway. It didn't suit her style. "You're quite talented at cooking. Perhaps you'd like to be a chef." She teased softly as her meal slowly disappeared. Eventually, she finished her meal. After doing so, the woman would sigh happily before leaning back in her chair. "You know, it's quite interesting to see how you cook. It's so delightful. It's almost intoxicating haha." Nanaomi teased once more before standing up and taking her plate to the washing area. Once there, an idea had struck her almost instantly thanks to a droplet of water that seemed to just appear.

Her 'eurika' moment was short lived however, as she realized it would require building the thing. Which, was a tad difficult for her. After nodding to herself, Nanaomi decided that she would attempt to create the object after she was sure Luxanna was tended to. "Once this war is over I'll have access to enough machinery and fuel to set the pods to allow you to come and go as you please."

Nanaomi offered a warm smile as she spoke. "Well, I mean simply that it was delicious. And the company was, very good as well. Combine those two and you get a very, mm, happy experience." She giggled softly before stretching a little. Finally, Nanaomi would walk her way over to the table and begin laying the plans out once more. Her eyes scanning the schematics intently to find any sort of hint of the source of the ki. But it appeared there were only two sources that seemed plausable. With a soft almost inaudible sigh of disastisfaction she resigned herself to the only two ways she could think of. One, she was sure Rota was using.

"So what are your plans for the rest of the time you're here?" She asked, her eyes still glued to the plans but her voice sounded genuine. Her mind, however, was flooded with many solutions and complications to using Ki based weapons. Nanaomi made a few mental notes about producing world wide energy through this Ki system that was presented to her. It was easily plausable. And what's more, it would rely on the world itself to power the planet.

Nanaomi offered a soft smile as she rolled her eyes. "Never mind." She'd listen intently to Luxanna's suggestion about learning Makeup and clothing style. A soft quirked brow appeared upon her face before she spoke up. "Well, there's no makeup or anything for Saiyans. We don't really believe in covering up one's natural beauty. Besides, looking cute isn't exactly on our top ten list of things to think about. We were bred as a warrior race. We've only just now become free of that former life. This civil war will allow us to dictate what happens to the race as a whole." Nanaomi's eyes closed softly before standing up and walking over to the tent opening and peaking out. Her eyes gazing across the troops as they did all sorts of activities. "Women and Men know nothing more than war, fighting, and victory. Think Vikings. They're much akin to that." Nanaomi's voice faltered slightly but it cleared up with a clearing of her throat.

"The clothes I wear now, this Commander's Uniform is relatively a new style. Cador himself designed it. It's just, not something us Saiyans are used to doing. Creating fashion. Normally we wear bio-engineered skin tight clothing. It's the equivalent to Spandex but made a million times durable. It also always conforms to your skin no matter what shape it takes.The same goes for the armor we wore over it." She said, her right hand pointing towards a small chest at the foot of her bed. "I've still got mine if you'd like to try it on. It would make wearing those bandages a non-issue." She said, her eyes staying focused on the warriors training for the next sortie. Out of the corner of her eye, Nanaomi saw a shadow dart across the sky. A small black figure almost, like that of a prehistoric bird. "Did you see-" Nanaomi stopped before shaking her head. "Never mind." Her soft eyes scanned across the warriors once more, noticing they were all pretty jovial about the next fight. A soft smile caressed the woman's lips as she spoke up. "It seems they are very proud of themselves. I think I've decided to form my own personal battalion. What do you think?"

Nanaomi's words were somewhat hollow as she was planning on doing it anyway. Though she did find it interesting the take that Luxanna would have on her idea. After a few movements, Nanaomi found herself back to hovering over the plans of the tank. Her eyes darting every so often to see what Luxanna was up to, and if she was planning on trying the gear out. Her eyes seemed to close for a moment before she would twist around to face Luxanna, her body resting against the table in a pseudo sitting position.

Nanaomi cleared her throat as she continued to try and not focus on what she was actually focusing on. After a few minutes she lost herself in the spectacle with out realizing a question was proposed to her. After shaking her head she'd speak up. "We're not Barbarians. And we have a sense of style. It's just our style revolves around getting the most protection in the least amount of wearable clothes." The woman then was asked about stylizing it. "In the past, a few have stylized their suits. Some have trimmed them to be shorter and show their legs and arms while others just wore the bottom half. There are also many forms of the armor itself that can be customizable. The general populous, as you might have seen, wear two shoulder pads where mine only has one on my left side. Oh, and you can also request specific colors if you'd like." The woman said, her eyes closing and simply taking in what she would do.

Nanaomi's eyes shot wide open as she clearly heard the noise. It was loud, obnoxious, and told of impending doom. An Air Raid siren. Before Nanaomi could react a large booming voice echoed through the area. "You're surrounded. Come peacefully and you won't be harmed." Nanaomi furled her brow slightly before speaking up as she walked out of the tent. "Stay here Luxanna." Nanaomi's feet brought her towards the center of the camp where she saw Cador talking with a few of the elite fighters. As Nanaomi made her way to Cador another loud boom resounded. "You have a minute to decide." The voice was booming, controlling, but also felt inexperienced. Nanaomi took note of this as she finally approached Cador. "What should we do?" The woman asked, her eyes scanning Cador's face for any hint of hesitation or fear, but she found none. "If you're up for it, I say we call for Rak'Shir." Nanaomi's right hand would reach up to stroke her chin as her left arm rested under her breasts. This was a tough call. It would force their leader and her into a one on one combat. The right of Rak'Shir hadn't been preformed since the fall of Karra, in the first Dynasty. A soft hum escaped her lips before she nodded. "Alright, I'll do it." She said as she breathed in and then out slowly to steady her body. Slowly, the woman's form would lift from the ground high into the air as she suddenly spoke out with a booming and commanding voice begetting of a Commander.

"I call for the right of Rak'Shir!" Nanaomi proclaimed. Her voice booming across the camp and beyond. With in seconds murmers and whispers of surprise and fear cascaded across the camp. Fears that Nanaomi didn't know what she was getting into but also surprise for this woman knew the laws of the Saiyan peoples. After what seemed like ten minutes a male figure started to rise from the north and gently float towards Nanaomi. As they met about ten feet apart, Nanaomi's eyes scanned the man. He appeared to be a regular Saiyan looking warrior clad in generic Blue/Gold armor. Nanaomi and the man both solidified Ki under their feet and walked forward to each other. Nanaomi extended her right arm in a fist as if she was to preform a generic military salute. That would be, when one places their right first on their left shoulder and bows their head. Instead, however, Nanaomi held her fist at shoulder level but extended it to be around a foot forward from her shoulder. The man did the same as their wrists touched. Nanaomi let off a soft sigh of relief as the man's voice boomed across the area. "Challenge accepted. Let the right of Rak'Shir commence." Nanaomi, as well as the man, both lept backwards a good twenty feet before they entered their fighting stances. Nanaomi herself entered into the basic stance she'd been working on. She placed her right foot in front of her and her left foot behind her, pointed to the side. Her left arm rested behind her back as her right extended forward lazily with her palm seemingly, lazily, clenching a ball of air in front of her. With her body turned to the side she was prepared.

The world seemed to fall silent as Nanaomi focused on her opponent. Based on how fast he jumped back, he wasn't as fast as Nanaomi. In fact, she easily had speed over him. What troubled her was his strength. She wasn't sure just how strong this guy was. Not only that, she wasn't sure just how much this guy could take as punishment. She knew next to nothing about him. And that's what worried her. As the two stared each other down it appeared that the world just stopped entirely. It felt even leaves falling from trees seemed to cease their fall. That was, until the man bolted forward to strike Nanaomi in the stomach. She was correct in her assumption of the man's speed as she easily side stepped. Her right hand following up with a punch to the man's back but it missed by nearly an centimeter. Gathering up positions, Nanaomi made a run at an attack. As she neared this man her right fist aimed to strike him in the face with a firm attack. As she struck the man, his head swiveled to follow the punch as if she'd done critical damage to him. After a short smirk and huff of celebration the world seemed to fall silent once more as the man started to move. His head started to slowly turn back to face Nanaomi as if her punch didn't even reach him. Granted, she wasn't super strong but she was still shocked. The man, in his slow fashion reached out to grab Nanaomi only to narrowly miss. Luckily, she regained her composure before she was fully caught off guard.

The man started to chuckle softly as he spoke. "Cabba, the immovable." The man said as he reached inside of his armor to pull out a wrist-let like device. He then strapped it to his right wrist before slowly starting to walk towards Nanaomi. In her unexpected rush of fear she lept backwards and pointed her right index finger at the man. A small bolt of black black energy erupted from it, striking the man in the chest. As the smoke cleared, she saw it had no effect. "Alright, then how about a strong attack then!" Nanaomi said as her eyes closed. Her Commander's coat started to flutter softly before it eventually erupted into a violent display of whipping around randomly. As it did, Nanaomi's body became surrounded by a black flame like aura with purple tips. The flame grew darker and more pronounced before finally cutting out. It was at the moment the world seemed to darken as a black orb formed at the tip of the woman's finger. The orb that appeared was just bigger than her finger itself. Small purple particles started to appear in the air and dart towards it, entering into the orb's core but yet, it never got any bigger. Then, before any time could be done to react and all the particles had entered the orb it would erupt into a large beam of energy that was easily twice the size of Nanaomi herself who stood at six feet tall. The beam had previously been used to evaporate an opponent along with a part of the mountain. She was sure she had victory in the bag at this point. That was, until the man stepped from the smoke and debris, continuing to walk towards her.

Nanaomi's eyes widened as she lept back even more to gather some distance. This man was insane! He was able to take a direct hit from Nanaomi's strongest move. Granted she wasn't completely full powered but she was sure he'd be able to take that hit as well. Or if he couldn't, it wouldn't be that much of damage to him. Her eyes darted across the field to try and find a way to defeat this man. It was then she saw one of the tanks Cabba's army. 'Of course! If I could get inside one of those tanks and use it, Im sure it's powerful enough to take this guy down.' Nanaomi thought to herself. She liked this idea. And so, she readied herself. With all of her speed and strength she could muster she bolted forward, towards Cabba. As she neared the man, her right hand planted upon the 'ground' by solidifying Ki. She landed on top of the burly, slow man with a foot on each shoulder. Before the man could grab her she pushed off and bolted towards the Tank down below. That was, until a sudden burning sensation erupted in her back only a few feet from the tank. She'd turn to look and Cabba had his right wrist pointed at her with smoke coming from an opening on it. "Ki Bolt thrower." The man said as he'd begin walking towards Nanaomi once more. The strength of the Ki inside that bolt thrower was marginally stronger than even her own Ki. Slowly, her body started to fall towards the ground as the pain resonated across her body. "Tch." Her lips pursed as the woman righted herself and slowly brought her body back up to level with Cabba.

With out speaking a word, Nanaomi's body began to vibrate softly. Her eyes closed as the purple tipped black aura started to sparm up once more. But this was different. No, this was stronger. As the woman opened her eyes, she stared at Cabba. This was, a display that she was going to regret, for sure. Her body began to bulk up as every inch of her screamed in pain. Her mouth, however, stayed shut. She took the pain as a sign that she was going to prevail. She needed, to prevail. And to do this she needed to get faster, stronger, and more stable. Nanaomi's body burst into Super Saiyan. Her aura was whipping around now more defined than before. Nanaomi's body stretched gently before she entered into a sprinting stance. Once Cabba was near enough, she bolted for him. Cabba, however, anticipated her movements. And so, he started to fire an array of bolts towards her. Dipping, ducking, dodging, and weaving, Nanaomi needed to get closer to him but the spray of Ki was too wide and she was having trouble. She then realized something she could do.

Nanaomi's body shifted as she started to bolt form left to rid in a zig zag pattern. Her eyes were dead set on her target and her body was attempting to compensate for it. She wasn't as fast as she'd like to be but she was surely getting close. Her goal was now even more clear in her mind. If she could get a hold of that wrist device she could easily take down this guy. But his ability to tank damage made it neigh impossible to grab. So what was Nanaomi to do? She had come up with a plan. It would take hard work and dedication to make this work. But she had to. Essentially, Nanaomi would speed herself up to her maximum which was far faster than this guy could precieve being as he was so slow. Or at the very least beyond his ability to react. She'd then circle the man constantly, her speed stable at her maximum. But she couldn't hold it for long.

Now was the time to strike! Her body slowly closed in faster and faster until she reached her hand out and ripped the blaster device from the man's arm. As her body carted her to the other side of the field, Nanaomi started to huff and puff slightly. She was reachign her limit already. IF she wasn't careful she'd end up hurting herself. Cabba, however, seemed slightly concerned by the fact that he was missing the wrist device. Perhaps he was nothing but a large living tank, able to take everything but not dish it out. A soft smile crept up across Nanaomi's lips as she fitted the device to her right wrist. As she slowly pointed it towards the man her voice resounded across the field. "Check, and mate." The blaster noise ripped through the air as it struck Cabba in the chest. He would stumble back slightly before grinning widely. He started to march forward towards the woman before he suddenly stopped mid strike in his tracks. It appeared that the blast did more damage than even he had thought.

slowly, the man fell to the ground in a thud as Nanaomi raised her right hand in a fist. As she did, the blaster device fell having been fried from the encounter. Sad, but it happened. Her eyes closed as the cheers from her people were loud and invigorating. And, by the right of Rak'Shir the newly acquired tanks were now theirs. As was the army who had surrounded them. Her body became extremely tired after that encounter, however. Cador realized this as he flew up to grab hold of Nanaomi, bringing her back to her tent. The soft huffing was quite the show that she extended herself almost too far. Her eyes closed as she was laid upon the bed. Slowly, the woman began to relax before fading off into sleep. Her mind cascading across time and space as she dreamed the dreams of future, past, and present. Such, an interesting time to be Nanaomi. What was in store for her next? Perhaps, meeting Rota would put her at such a disadvantage that she'd need to think of something else. It appeared that every time Nanaomi came up with an idea Rota had already came up with it and mass produced it. It was unsettling for sure.

Nanaomi's eyes fluttered behind her lids. Dreams cascading across her mind like wildfires of intricate ideas and knowledge which she'd never heard of before. Eventually, she awoke after a short rest. Her eyes groggily opening as her body reared up, pivoting on her bottom to greet the world. "That, was a lot harder than I hoped it would be." Nanaomi was fatigued and perhaps even distraught a tiny bit. But she would recover. Her eyes opened a few times to adjust to the light before they dialited to focus in and actually see what was around her. "Luxanna-chan, do we have any sort of snack? I'm famished." The woman's voice was easily recognized as tired, even hungry. She'd pushed herself far beyond what she wanted to. She held her top speed much longer than she should have. But it was a needed tactic. If she hadn't, she probably would have been beaten easily. Nanaomi's body stayed sitting on the bed, her arms resting in her lap as her brown tail finally unfurled and laid lazily across the bed behind her.