Post by Sheeza on Jun 14, 2018 16:15:46 GMT -6
| Lizards Among Us |
|Sheeza's PL: 1,500|
|PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
Soft rustling could be heard within the Bamboo Forest. Loud, but extremely faint. It would come as quick as it went. Something was on the prowl, it's large footsteps trying to make the least amount of noise possible as it darted from cover to cover.Slowly, the gruff head of a Beppan soldier popped out of a thick brush. His dopey, metallic helmet shimmered in the sunlight, narrow eyes darting back and forth as he hummed in thought. ''Must be gettin' close...I can smell it.'' The Beppan whispered to himself, sniffing the air. His eyes lowered into suspicious slits. ''Fleeters.''And just like that, Sheeza's head dipped back into the cover of the bush. After a brief pause, the hulking Beppan darted out of his cover to advance, deeper and deeper into the dense forest. The Beppan had taken it upon himself to scout out the position of a possible WTF settlement within the Bamboo Forest. Sheeza knew damn well that the Fleeters were tricky bastards, but to think that they already followed them to Earth...? They had guts, that was for damn sure!As Sheeza approached a clearing near the very center of the forest, he rolled behind a thick tree in the most unimpressive manner possible, like a large sack of potatoes being rolled down a hill. The Beppan stood as still as a statue, and held his breath. He could hear distant voices...Slowly, the Beppan peeked out from behind the tree, and all of his suspicions had been confirmed. Several dome-looking structures dotted the clearing, with tough-looking goons of all differents shapes and sizes in an all-too-familiar armor. Fleet Armor!''Got'ye now ya dopey pricks...'' Sheeza whispered to himself, grinning proudly. He tapped a button on the side of his faulty Scouter, a hand-me-down that refused to cooperate 90% of the time. The coding and text on the scouter's screen jittered and jumped all over the place, trying it's damn hardest to note the coordinates of this Fleet Camp, yet to no avail! ''...Gah, work, damnit!'' The Beppan hissed under his breath. As the Scouter continued to do everything except cooperate, though, Sheeza heard the distant voices again...But clearer.''Your Scouter pick something up too?''''Yeah...There's someone behind that tree there. 1,500.''''...Ah, shit.''Instincts kicking into overdrive, Sheeza made a mad dash to get as far away as he could, knowing damn well he couldn't take on an entire camp of Fleet soldiers! He heard the troops call out to him, violently commanding him to stop before they gave chase! The Beppan took flight, bobbing and weaving through the thick foliage with the WTF on his tail! Endless salvoes of blaster shots whizzed past him, melting straight through the plantlife!The Beppan grunted in frustration as he tapped the side of his faulty Scouter again, praising the Wrestling Gods that the Communication still functioned properly.''Caesar Salad to Mama Monkey, I've been compromised! I repeat, I've been compromised! Send backup immediately, OVER!''Sheeza landed once more and turned to face the Fleet Troops. Fists clenched at his sides as a defiant snarl crossed his features- he was gonna beat the schnazz out of these bozos!...He simply hoped one of his allies had gotten the message. He was gonna need some help!
This thread is open to SK and WTF alike! Let's have another skirmish, and beat the snot outta eachother!
Oh, right. Sheeza's 'scouter' is simply flavor. The scanning function doesn't work, and it's simply used here to give an excuse to other Saiyan Kingdom members for joining