Level 3 1,000 A Finally approaching an open plain you are greeted by massive towering spikes that jut up towards the heavens like myriad bone-white needles; Pyabara stands atop one, his feet atop one pillar on his tiptoes, perfectly balanced despite the winds. Motioning to another pillar he asks you to join him for some meditation; it’s hardly training as most know it but at the very least maintaining balance during it will be a good workout.
They had only been in the panic room for a few hours now, Brisket finding it hard to focus on training while the televisions were broadcasting a low drone. The news broadcast had finally gone out, a technical difficulties screen replacing it not long after. The other two screens still broadcast images on the other side of the door and the thick metal walls that would protect them, though they were now shadowed in that cloud of black that had spread over the planet.
The ventilation had fortunately held, preventing the black water mist from penetrating the room and infecting them...a fact that sort of surprised Brisket. You'd think mystical evil water vapor would be capable of defeating something as mundane as a ventilating fan....but for so long as it worked, the training would continue.
Pybara had stacked up several items on top of each other until his precariously placed items formed a mountain just slightly over five feet in height. Atop of a single fork, wedged between the pages of a book, Pybara had placed a silver lunch tray. Long and wide enough for Brisket to sit cross legged upon it.
The Yadratian master had once again resumed his smaller form and was watching from the ground with his arms tucked behind his back. While all had been going well in training up to this point Brisket could not help but note that Pybara was looking less than pleased.
The lunch tray didn't wobble or teeter under the half Saiyan's weight, but neither was she reaching the deep state of meditation that Pybara had shown her. “You know the entire point of learning to communicate was to polish your spirit.” Pybara commented as he looked away from Brisket for a half second, glancing to where one of the masters students was attempting to arm wrestle with Asterion. The results being quite predictable to the currently balancing half Saiyan.
“I understand.” Brisket spoke finally, opening one eye to look into the room. She glanced first at the two screens showing the condition outside, and then to the small Yardratian that had taught her these interesting techniques thus far. “but I can't just sit here and meditate right now.” Brisket finished, once more turning her gaze to the screen with the outside images. “We should have tried to help those people.”
Pybara's eyes drifted over to the screen before he looked back at Brisket. “Tell me, are you a leader where you come from?” Pybara asked quickly. At the question the tray Brisket was sat upon wobbled slightly. Her father and uncle had more or less left her completely in charge of the time patrol during the struggle with Cell. While it was true that the membership currently consisted of herself and Asterion, that still left her in charge. “I am.” she answered finally.
“Then consider this as another bit of my training.” Pybara spoke plainly. “To lead, is not simply to give orders. A real leader must consider the situation before acting rashly. You tried to displace that mist and found it too difficult to do so.”
“There are other techniques I could have employed!” Brisket declared, doing her best to balance as the tray rattled audibly. As she got worked up the thing was suddenly losing it's balance upon the fork. “That you have no certainties would have worked, correct?” Pybara cut in immediately. Brisket opened her mouth to argue but found she couldn't quite argue with that logic at all. “When you lead, you must think things through. I would liked to have helped my people, I'm sure not everyone made it safely to the shelters. But your training MUST be completed if we're to return things to how they should be. Thus, instead of engaging this mist, or sacrificing ourselves to relieve a temporary problem, we save those whom we can, grow stronger, and emerge when the time is right to solve the whole issue by striking at it's source instead of it's limbs. NOW FOCUS! You're losing your balance.”
Exhaling Brisket closed her eyes, the rattling of the tray stopping near instantly. Once more she cast herself down into that dark abyss, beyond the levels she had attained in her youth or more recent years.
Down and down she drifted into herself until the darkness was shattered by the light of a hundred thousand distant stars. Her feet touched down on a solid platform, and she glanced around at her surroundings. Not far from her was a blue skinned version of herself, sat in the center of much larger platform with its arms wrapped around it's knees. It gave the impression that the blue one was afraid of walking around the platform it rested on. Every few seconds it suddenly was surrounded by a massive aura of white flame, casting intense luminescence over the star lit darkness.
Even as Brisket watched it form it was suddenly sucked upward through the darkness away from the blue version of herself. She followed it's progress upward, knowing what she would find but being surprise anyway.
The white flame spiraled into the mouth of a massive yellow version of herself that floated freely in the void. Emerald chains bound it's wrists together and from it's position it seemed as though they were holding it freely in space. This sight alone had been breath taking the first time, but was more so now given that the yellow version of herself had grown even larger than before.
Brisket looked back down, glancing at the blue version of herself. She summoned up her energy, a tether made of faint light stretching between them and allowing Brisket's aura to form around her in this place. Communicating here had been difficult at first, Brisket having to figure out how to talk with her spirit. Now that she knew how to do it, it was even more difficult.
It was like trying to mimic mouth shapes and the passing of air through them, but with energy. When physically employing Ki into an attack it was easy to imagine forming a ball and then throwing it.
But to imagine a mouth moving and talking without actually doing so was more so.
“Ffff....fer' the people o'....of Yarrrrrdrat.” She managed to speak, effort plain as day upon her face. “We......nnnnneed. Tooooo finish this......up.”