Maximum Black [Open - 1/2] Jun 24, 2018 15:02:54 GMT -6 Vocado, Carro Hofferson, and 1 more like this
Post by Vennel on Jun 24, 2018 15:02:54 GMT -6
Location: Ancient Tuffle Ruins
[OOC:] Vennel's Thread Power Level: 4'000
Even after the takeover of planet Vegeta, the tuffle ruins were mostly left alone, winds like ghosts of the past travel through them. However, as of late these ruined buildings held a single occupant- a saiyan on the lamb from the World Trade Fleet, trying desperately to stay alive on the fringes of her former society. Vennel pulled a tattered rag over a blown out window, three stories off the ground in a ruined structure. Her eyes scanned the bleak landscape, catching sight of the lights of Cacumber bleeding into the atmosphere over the horizon. She wasn't dressed in any extravagant armor as she once used to. Instead she was wearing the worn-out and tired prisoner's clothing she'd been forced to wear for the past several months. Her brows furrowed as her gaze fell upon the former saiyan capital city, because she knew it wasn't her people that resided there any longer. The vicious invading force of Arcosians living in their homes, building sky scrapers, and desecrating the throne her relatives once kept warm. But worst of all were the prison camps her people were kept in, put to work like slaves and treated like animals. Having only narrowly escaped one such camp herself, and immediately run to ground afterwards, she hadn't known or met any rebelling forces of her kind and thought herself the only one.
She hadn't been much of a fighter, having always taken for granted her people's dominance and sovereignty. But now she couldn't help but lament her weaker power, and how ineffective she was in combat. She'd only just finished nursing her injuries from her escape, and hunting for food while staying hidden was her only priority. Constant danger lurked behind every corner out in the destron crags. Tuffle war machines long forgotten about still lurked out here, from what she remembered of Rutaba's lessons, and many were still operational- many more powerful than the average saiyan could handle alone. She'd managed to fell one herself, as it resided in her current "home." a partially intact killer robot. Vennel had only managed to eek out a victory over the machine due to it's malfunctioning hardware, and she counted herself lucky to still be alive today. But she'd need to get stronger, gather equipment, and hopefully, more people to aid her.
She wasn't going to die like a dog, she'd stand and fight, her saiyan blood made that an obvious plan of action. However her inexperience was going to make this difficult, no matter how hard she tried. WTF patrols sometimes came out this far, so perhaps if she used hit and run tactics, as dishonorable as they were, she might be able to get some equipment here and there. And with enough time spent fighting the Arcosian controlled forces, she hoped the become strong enough to liberate her people.
The young princess put out the small fire she'd been using to cook the meat of a creature she'd killed earlier that day, having finished her meal already. Sliding down the side of the building, she hit the ground, dust kicking up upon her impact. Today's agenda was much like every other as of late: looking for WTF soldiers, or even beasts or ancient machines. She needed to either find a weapon to fight back against the Arcosians, or become that weapon herself. And to that end, she would need to find something, or someone, to fight against. With any luck, it might be some soldiers she could "alleviate" of their garb, so as to get some proper attire.
OOC: Let's break in Vegeta