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[sub][b]The Beginning[/b]
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A technologically advanced planet with vast resources and varying landscapes. It's population spans roughly 300,000 with roughly 6 different groups of people, as far as is known by the general public. Where once these people warred for control of the planet and its resources, they are now united under the rule of one. The population is separated into two roaming cities powered by the energy of the people, albeit only those who volunteer. Additionally, each city houses a generator which scans for spikes in physically manifested energy, such as an aura or energy based attack or abilities, and absorbs it as these spikes are typically seen as hostile.

The cities generally do not travel too close to one another at a given time as the equipment might might interfere with one another. However, the cities roam the land and keep the people from destroying any one area of the planet. The ecosystem is maintained and the people are allowed to grow and advance at they please. 

However, one landmark remains stationary. That is, the castle and home of the ruler of Balsora. A leader who united its people and remains in place to face any challengers who may come his way. He and circulates his royal guard between the cities and monitors for disturbances that could throw off the overall tranquility of the people. He has no knowledge of any rebellion against the PTO and isn’t sure he would allow it as it might doom the planet, but nevertheless, he rules justly. 

Even so unbeknownst to the leader of Balsora, or its people, the looming threat of the PTO, rather the Galactic frieza Army, is fast approaching. 

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[sub][b]Age 762 (Date Unknown)[/b]
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The skies of Balsora were clear as the pods opened within craters they had formed in the otherwise green plains of the surface they’d plummeted into. A hand, somewhat tanned, clutched the frame of the opening hatch. A man standing at roughly 5’10” with a fair, but lightly tanned skin complexion, stepped out. He used his free hand to shield his eyes from the rays of the bright sun. 

[color=red]“One sun, Glaceo,”[/color] he spoke aloud, though it was mostly into the communicator of the scouter that adorned his face. The red lense, positioned before one of his dark eyes, gave him a brief reading of the area; nothing nearby, but there were power signatures a few miles east of this location. They were weak. Another docile planet to add to the list. In other words; a bore. 

[color=red]“Hopefully this planet has more to offer than this.”[/color] Arkos said as he left his pod and prepared to move out onto this unsuspecting world. He stepped out to stretch his legs waiting for the others to exit. There were two in total, sent by their squad leader Glaceo to scout the planet and area a bit before he could land. It made no sense, after all, to try and land their small ship on what could have been a battle ground. He rolled his head around, feeling the pops as he loosened himself up, and cracked his knuckles. 

The Saiyan began to climb up out of his crater, his sharp eyes surveying the area. There was little more than a quiet intensity to his gaze. He gave off little emotion, as was expected of a warrior when conquering a planet. His tail held a reddish hue, a color atypical of the saiyan race, and remained wrapped tightly around his waist. His hair maintained a spiky, if not utterly unkempt, appearance. It matched his tail, dark, but redder than the usual blacks of browns, and kept in line with a black bandana. [color=red]“The area is clear for a landing,”[/color] he added, [color=red]“though I still feel I would have been enough for a simple scouting mission like this.”[/color] Arkos was sure there was a reason for the choice to send himself and Rutaba, apart from the fact that Saiyans were generally seen as expendable. 

Given the team as it was now was fairly new, it was possible Glaceo couldn’t trust Porato and Satay. So sending himself and Rutaba made sense. He had worked with Glaceo for a few years now. They had built a foundation of trust. And he could vouch for Rutaba having seen her in battle before. Satay and Porato seemed trustworthy enough on paper, but one could never be too cautious. Still, the time was right to land and explore.