Area A: Day One

[Reijin]

The medical bay was really nothing more than a small ratty room in the back. Nearby was a large assortment of computer equipment. Nothing fancy, but enough. Reijin had further inspected the computer and found that the bunker had automated energy cannons by it. Reijin remembered vaguely noticing them while outside, but in the furious flurries of the snow he had let them fade. He turned, looking down at the figure on the table. He had removed the armor of the person and was letting the bean's curative properties take effect.

He was unsure as to why he was attempting to heal this warrior after having tried to kill him, but he had learned one thing about the warrior that he had to respect... This was a true warrior. He had a fighting spirit. He was not weak. Even with his body spent, he had somehow managed to fight back, and even damage Reijin. Few could do that at pristine condition. Reijin winced as his own bandages adorned his abdomen. He reached over to the supply cabinet and quickly thrust a sensu bean into his own mouth, while he could. He still had his own bean in his armor, but that was lying somewhere off to the side.

He could not just kill the creature before him while it couldn't fight back. First off, that would gain him no points. The crowd wanted a fight, not an execution. Secondly, he'd get zeni, but what did he care about zeni? He was not some Earth teenage girl on a shopping fit. He walked back over to his position over the creature, and stood beside him. Reijin was by far no form of healer, but the bean did not seem to be doing it's job very well. Perhaps the creature had been far to gone, and was only holding on with the same fighting spirit from before. Such a powerful ally, he could make.

Sighing, the Saiyan held his hands up before him, studying the lines adorning his palms. Harsh. Rash. These were fighting hands, hands of the low class warrior of Vejita-sei. These were hands that could not love, hands that could not heal. Hands that existed only to remove the spark of life from those it touched. Perhaps... Given his Gaean training, perhaps he could refocus his own aura. He knew how to transfer energy in destructive ways, now perhaps he could channel it in a more positive means.

He turned his palms over the creature, and took a deep breath, his lungs filling with air as he entered a meditative state. His hands hovered over the warrior, glowing a faint blue color as he attempted to align his aura with his former adversary's. It was difficult, as the creature's Ki signature was very weak, very faint. The collar adorning his neck was not helping him to sense past it. Concentrate... he lectured himself. That fool Kasumi did not teach you such skills with Ki to have you lose them to a weakened mind... He was getting nowhere... He just couldn't figure out the alignment of this creature's Ki field.

Not to be defeated by anything, he soothed his troubled mind with a few quick disciplinary techniques, clearing the doubt from himself. He would heal this creature, even if his help was only a minor one. The bean did not have enough life to work from, as the creature was far too gone. He calmed his spirit... And he heard it.