Violet's training simulator today was oddly not a foe, or sparring opponent. It was her old drill sergeant at the Red Ribbon headquarters. Her 'sparring opponent' was a lifelike dummy. Increasing strength and speed were important, but in her mind, so were skill and form. While most of of her peers chose rounded numbers when they trained with gravity machines, Violet calculated the perfect balance between pushing herself and minimalising risk of damage. Right now, she was training at 423 Times Earth's gravity.

Her drill instructor blew a whistle and she leapt into action. She wasn't just hitting the dummy. Every move she made was designed to kill in one blow. An upwards thrust to the nose, a chop to the neck, a jab at the throat, repeated open-hand blows to the chest. She then switched her style to moves made to debilitate, then moves to disarm. Every move had purpose and reason, and sickening efficiency.

The instructor blew his whistle again. "Good job, Private. Hit the showers. We're done here." The simulation ended, and Violet exited the training room, passing Maximus on the way to her maintenance check.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Briefs," she said, in a tone that would pass as cheery in Violet's emotional range, but apathetic in the emotional range of a human.

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Kaliflur was not training. She had been flying around the Earth, fighting the toughest fighters she could find. Very few even took effort, let alone were a challenge. She was beginning to grow bored. She should return to the home of the Descendant. She would be fighting the same robots over and over, but at least it was actually a challenge. She wished she could find the Dark Saiyan, but he insisted on training alone, and she didn't have her scouter so she couldn't find him by that method. It was a large planet. There were plenty larger in size, but this one made use of the space it had to such an extent that it felt a lot bigger than it was. She turned round and flew back towards the general direction of Alice's lab.