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"G…gh…" he panted, before spitting up a gout of purplish blood. "You…" he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. The human simply watched him, an amused expression on his face as he did so. Why was it that this human was so much stronger than he was? What had he gone through that had built him to be the monster that he was? He was…so overwhelming in combat that Kaval wasn't entirely certain why he was being trained. Chances are, the human thought the same thing.

He took a few seconds to get his senses back about him, his head still spinning from when it had cracked against the wall. Blinking several times, he tried to clear his vision, but it didn't seem to help much at all, and he frowned, shaking his head. "I…I can't lose yet," he muttered under his breath, but he knew deep in the core of his heart that he had already lost, and whatever he did now was just extending the inevitable.

"Hold it, you two."

The voice came from the speakers in the room, which were connected to the control center, where the fights were monitored and recorded at all times by a staff that were there, all specifically designed to further train Kaval into a deadly fighting machine. Kaval glanced towards the nearest camera, before spitting up another bit of the blood. "What is it?" he asked, trying not to sound as if he were in pain, which he was.

"We're going to have to end the training session early today. We've received grave news about the state of Ebross. It seems that what we've done here may be for naught." There was a chill in the room, and despite the anger between Seth and Kaval, the two exchanged a glance of similar emotion. "We need to meet, and now. Come up to the bridge, for now, and we'll discuss what is to be done about our future."

Seth let out an angered sigh, but came down from his fighting stance. He reached over, retrieving the glasses he'd set down before replacing them on the bridge of his nose, and swept his hair back again, all in one smooth motion. In a matter of seconds he went from possible killer to mild-mannered scientist, and the transformation was sickening to watch, from Kaval's point of view. "Anything the matter, Kaval?" he asked, even his voice changing from the arrogant prick to the calm, analytical lab tech.

"Nothing, really," Kaval replied, though he turned away, unable to even look at Valkirs at the moment. Running his tongue around the inside of his mouth, he spit up another loogie forged mainly of blood before removing the training vest that he'd been given, which slowed him down immensely, but increased the rate at which his muscles grew, which he couldn't exactly turn down. It was uncomfortable as all hell though, and he was just shy of ecstatic to take it off, letting the heavy object thud onto the ground.

He didn't follow Seth right away, as the man moved through the doorway that led up to the bridge, where their headquarters was kept. He glanced to the side, to where Nasir still lay, crumpled into a heap. The Saiyan was strong, but he, like Kaval, tended to burn himself out in the first few minutes of combat. It had been thought that, if he were forced to fight against a similar opponent, he'd adopt a different strategy in order to win.

While it had worked, for the most part, there were still times when Kaval pushed too hard too fast. The weighted clothing had helped with that, as well, as when he pushed himself far too quickly in the armor, it seemed much less when he took it off. The only problem then, was that he then felt better, and pushed himself harder than he needed to, which only put him in the same position that he'd started in.

"Come on, Nasir," he muttered, slinging the man's upper torso over his shoulder, taking a second to prepare before lifting him. The Saiyan didn't look like most of his kind, something that the Namekian found a little odd. He'd cut his hair quite short, and then used a headband to keep what remained of the hair out of his eyes. His armor of choice was simply the Saiyan mesh, covered with a light training gi. Luckily, that made him light enough to move without too much difficulty, and Kaval moved towards the doorway that led to the upstairs.

Climbing up the set of steps normally wasn't that much of a chore, but today was a bit different for the Namekian. Not only was he exhausted from the hours of training that he'd already undergone, but in addition to that, his left knee still ached from when Seth had struck it in their spar. And now he was carting up a muscle bound Saiyan, as if that would help the matters any. Each step felt like agony in his left leg, but he ignored the pain as best he could, using his native regenerative abilities to try to stabilize his leg, at least, until he was able to take a seat.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he dumped the Saiyan into a nearby chair, almost letting out a sigh of relief as he did so. Standing, he put most of the pressure on his right leg as he walked, moving towards the small chamber that they used as a meeting room. He nodded to a few of the other lab techs as he passed, though he knew none of them by name. He rarely came up here; he spent most of it down on the floor, busting his ass and working to get to the level of strength that was necessary.

Limping into the meeting chamber, he took a seat nearest the door, letting his weight sink onto the chair. The room was, as stated, quite small, and could only fit a maximum of about six people, which was the number that sat in the chamber at this moment. Seth and Dirge were two of those, and Kaval was number three, but the three others were people that he'd seen only on occasion, and normally just walking past an observation window.

First of the additional members was another Namekian. Unlike Dirge, who dressed in whatever the hell he felt like, this one was always well-dressed, keeping to a variety of suits and ties. However, his left antennae was missing, and the scar from it moved down through that same eye, which gave promise that he wasn't always as he was now. When he spoke, however, he was always very formal and polite, and Kaval was personally convinced he was some form of ambassador.

The next was a female Saiyan, and quite a bloodthirsty one, at that. However, her words and insults were generally quite creative and ingenious, which led him to believe that she was smarter than the brutish act she normally let control her. He didn't quite know what her role in this whole operation was, but the others tended to listen to her, so she must've had some vested interest in this endeavor, to make Kaval a powerful warrior. For whatever reason.

The last was a Draconic. Well, he claimed to be as such, but he was a Kobold, and thus was on the lowest end of the food chain of those gathered here. He was the head technician, strangely enough, and despite his meager Common-speaking skills, he was undeniably a genius when it came to anything relating to technology or computers, and he could often be found muttering to himself while repairing some android or another, rewiring circuitry, and generally doing things that one would find impossible for their race.

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