Celeh
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Post by Celeh on Jan 23, 2015 1:22:52 GMT -5
Celeh breathed deep as her eyes opened. Her senses rushed to fill the void that had been left behind by the numb darkness of death. She staggered forward as she hadn't anticipated standing upright since she last knew she was laying in a crater before death had claimed her. Her armor and clothes all seemed to be in perfect condition now, too. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake the sudden blindness from how bright the light had been when she first came to in...wherever this was. Celeh took a deep breath again and slowly exhaled, centering herself before she looked around. She was in what appeared to be an enormous chamber. An office of some sort? There was a desk larger than any skyscraper she'd ever seen before, and it was so long and wide that it could have housed a whole city district inside with ease.
The saiyan woman stepped back from the desk to see over it a little and she was greeted by the face of a very large being. He had brilliant red skin, a full beard, and an odd suit on. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at the being, but gave an acknowledging nod of her head to him. "Did I die just now?" To King Yemma this was quite rude, but Celeh had no clue where she was or who she was speaking to. She wanted to be direct and to the point as to not waste anyone's time. She kept silent as she awaited some form of response. She felt perfectly fine, but she knew something was wrong. Her last memories before this were of losing consciousness after taking an enormous blast form the assassin.
She flicked her neck to get her bangs out of her eyes and looked up at the enormous entity with her arms crossed and a smirk. "My name is Celeh. I'm a Saiyan from New Vegeta on the Moon of Earth. Judging by that desk and the gavel I'd say you have authority here and I'm guessing you have record of me and why I'm here. I'm not sure why I'm here myself, but I suppose the afterlife is regulated with bureaucracy."
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Post by King Yemma on Jan 24, 2015 19:17:24 GMT -5
Soldiers died all the time. Such a fate was part of what defined them. Throughout history, all of history, there had always been soldiers that laid down their lives in combat. In that respect they were all the same, individuals whose job was to fill out their missions for what was at the time considered the greater good. That fact could be argued by many, what “good” was, especially in time of war. The soldier was not the one to argue such points; it was his or her duty to fight for whatever side they fell on. In most cases situation determined what side a soldier might be on, the “wrong” or the “right” side. Ultimately they were both on the wrong side, either side of a conflict the losing side in terms of morals. With not much left to define those soldiers were often remembered for their deaths. Did they die as a coward hiding in a hole or did they charge the enemy lines so that their comrades might live?
Hearing the next to enter his office speak up, Yemma looks over his desks edge, a Saiyan woman standing upon his floor. “You did.” The statement was exactly that, a statement of fact. Celeh had lost her life in her struggles on Mement Mor and now she stood at the Check-In station. The context of her death mattered little for her arrival here as all souls had to pass through the station. What did matter was where the warrioress might be going next.
“I know exactly who you are. My name is King Yemma and my authority is far more than just bureaucracy. When someone passes on, as you have, their soul must come here so that I may judge it. Depending on its actions in life I decide where it is to go next, Heaven or Hell. Tell me Celeh of New Vegeta, how would you define your life?”
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Celeh
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Post by Celeh on Jan 25, 2015 6:26:47 GMT -5
To put into words how Celeh defined her life was no easy or small task. The soldier's face lost all expression and her arms slowly relaxed at her side. Her eyes stared, but at nothing in particular. She searched the depths of her mind, through the darkest voids of her memories and forgotten fragments in hopes of finding a quick and direct answer, but there was none. She shook her head at the being before her and sighed, "Such a question cannot be answered with a simple response."
She took a breath as the words began to come to her, thinking back on the early years of her life. "Most of my youth I was told I was never good enough, and that I would never be good enough. Even my own parents had little expectations of me. Of my siblings I was born with the lowest power level. Every day in the academy was a struggle of a lifetime for me. There were children far younger than me who could easily best me in fighting drills just because I had little power compared to them, and so I was constantly faced with competition that had a leg up on me before the competition even really began." She paused to take a breath and let that sink in.
"Beating after beating, but I came back for more. They told me to stay down and accept my place, but my pride laughed. Even in agony I could not shed a tear over my own suffering. I pressed on despite having little to no success. My graduation from the academy was a triumph bought with the blood, sweat, and pain of a young girl who simply wanted to succeed. My time within the military was a little better. I began to develop a unique skillset all my own, even creating a technique to call my signature. The struggles weren't as frequent because I didn't fight foes stronger than me on a daily basis, but I was still looked down upon and given little expectation of being more than an expendable meat shield or a dumb hired goon. My pride still would not take a back seat, and so I was put into fights against my superiors for insubordination, or simply because they didn't like my attitude. I followed orders, but I didn't bend my knee or grovel at their feet, and so they planted me firmly beneath their boot every chance they got"
Again, she pauses her speech to draw breath and closes her eyes. Celeh continues her explanation, "I began to realize that it didn't matter what anyone else thought of me. I had to focus solely on doing the job I was given. My pride didn't let me step away from a fight, but I wised up and stopped putting myself in the sort of situations where I would get beaten into the dirt without a very good reason. Somewhere along the line I remember something clicked, and even though my power didn't drastically increase, my mind had stopped being clouded with pride. I wasn't stuck on a single idea of being the best anymore. I just wanted to get the job done and prove my worth. Still I followed orders, though."
The soldier's head shakes and she sighs again, "I finally began to build a positive reputation for myself. I was considered a rebel in the military because I never took sass or disrespect even from my superiors, but I also developed a reputation for getting the job done adequately no matter how impossible the odds. I even defeated some officers far above my rank in one on one combat. It was at this point that the royal family, the Hattori, noticed me. The queen employed me as a spy to watch her step-daughter, Princess Akassa. The longer I was in her employ the more I realized she never wanted me to be a body-guard like her job title had originally claimed me to be. She wanted me as a would-be scout in case Akassa ever did anything to jeopardize the kingdom and the rule of the king and queen."
She flicked her tail behind her and smirked, "Which leads me to when I finally started making decisions for myself. I may have been ordered to go to Mement Mor, where I perished, but I went willingly even when another wanted to make the trip far more than I did. I was ordered to go, but I believed I might have been able to prevent a travesty...genocide...from happening. I did not want the proud saiyan race to sink as low as the Church of one. They attempted to exterminate all saiyan life from the universe. Our mission was to wipe out the entire planat, but I could not accept that and I pleaded with the Prince to reconsider. Soldiers have honor as protectors. Endangering innocents...even those who belong to and believe in the opposing side...is unacceptable. Soldiers fight so others do not have to. It violates everything I stand for to accept a condition like genocide for winning a war."
Her words stopped yet again and she looked up at King Yemma. "Most of my life was not my own. I lived for the designs of others and followed their orders for the majority of my existence. I do not believe it to be excusable of any wrongdoings I may have committed during that time, but that is how most of my life has gone. Only in the last few days did I start truly making decisions regarding my own path. I do not know where it was leading me or why I had not followed it sooner, but I do know that if that path is still open to me, I will follow it to find myself. I'm tired of following everyone else's dreams. If I had to define my life up until the point where I left New Vegeta for Mement Mor...I'd say it was all a lie. I wasn't living. I was following the rails and delivering to fruition the plans of others. My life was a lie. I struggled and fought and suffered, but it was not for my own goals. I had none. And when I finally found a goal, I still lacked the strength to carry it out. I could not prevent the deaths of those closest to me, and I could not find the truth about my brother's death. I could not fight the battles I needed to fight so that others would not have to fight at all. My goal as a soldier failed, and my goals as an individual failed."
Those last words left her mouth with such frustration, anger, and disgust in them that it didn't even sound like Celeh anymore. Death was sure to shake up anyone who experienced it, and Celeh was no different. She always had a 'never say die' attitude. But when death takes you, you have little choice or reasoning in the matter, and now she was left with no fulfillment...and no answers. "If you are judging my life on the good versus evil that I have committed, I cannot remember all those details. I have tried to be just in my actions and to protect life as a soldier. Not just saiyan life. There is blood on my hands, but far less than could have been. I do not lightly make the choice to take life from someone else. I like to believe that I've stood in the way of death more than I've stood in the way of life. The life that I lived for myself was short and unfulfilled. But I would say that that life was worth living. And if I had the chance, I would follow through with it and see where my path would have taken me for better or for worse."
Perhaps it was more than he'd asked, or perhaps it was less. Celeh, herself could not ascertain exactly what it was that the master of the check-in station for the afterlife was wanting her to answer about. She simply gave the best answer she felt she could give. It took a lot of explaining, but now she was confident that he understood enough of her stance about her own life to make his decision. "For better or worse, I'm ready to hear your decision, King Yemma."
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Post by King Yemma on Jan 26, 2015 23:40:46 GMT -5
Yemma knew all about who Celeh was in terms of deeds and actions. He was aware of the trials she had gone through in her time during the military, the opposition she had faced as she rose through the rank and file. Like so many others he had seen the female fight her hardest against the Namekien Banduk Gundu in the Galactic Tournament. The Ogre King was aware of her assigned duty to protect and serve the Hattori family, mainly the eldest daughter Akassa Hattori. And he was aware of the way she had met her end on Mement Mor. She had most definitely lived the life of a soldier through and through, taking orders and doing as she was told when the times demanded it. Only when she had come to Mement Mor had she truly started to fight for herself as well as others. Through her own words she was no longer the grunt that worked for the goals of others.
When she ends with the statement she was ready to accept his judgment the King couldn’t help but laugh. “Ohhh, so you do not follow orders anymore, but you instead deliver them?” Chuckling a little more the hulking red ogre leans over the desk to get a better look at the Saiyan woman before him. “I judge all that come through here, two more recently that I am sure you know personally. I asked them a question similar to the one I just asked you and their answers were…their own. I figure I should not assume a similar response from those who grow up in such different ways. Regardless I feel all three were equally honest. To be honest with one ’s self is the best way to live and while you seem to know what you want in life I will warn you as I have warned others, pride can be a dangerous thing.”
Fingers tapping along the mahogany desk Yemma pauses for a moment as if contemplating something. “You shall go to Heaven. Your conviction to your beliefs is strong Celeh, I am curious to see how you might carry forward with this new found freedom.” To finalize his decree the orge’s gavel slams down with a resounding bang and the soldier could feel herself getting lighter, her body fading from this world to pass on to the next.
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Celeh
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Post by Celeh on Jan 27, 2015 3:04:44 GMT -5
His words were not unexpected, but only because Celeh hadn't known what to expect in the first place. She imagined most people didn't know what to expect without seeming pretentious. Whatever his reply had been she would have accepted it, but she breathed a sigh of relief at hearing he would send her to heaven. The saiyan woman took a breath and nodded to him, "I am not blind to the ill that can come of pride. The saiyan race was wiped out once before because of their overbearing pride." She stated back to him calmly, crossing her arms again as she wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next.
Celeh looked back up to Yemma as he picked up his gavel and she gave a bow to him. "I should hope that I won't have to pass through death's doors a second time. If I do, I hope we can both have a laugh about it." She turned to walk away as his gavel fell and found herself fading from this place. It was a similar feeling to dying, but far less painful and much more...certain as to where she was headed even though she'd never been there before.
(OOC: Zenni please. Thread end.)
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