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Post by Vennel on Jun 24, 2018 15:02:54 GMT -6
Location: Ancient Tuffle Ruins
Power Level Detected
➠4'000 [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 |
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Post by Vennel on Jun 26, 2018 22:00:08 GMT -6
Location: Ancient Tuffle Ruin Outskirts
Power Level Detected
➠4'000 [OOC: Vennel's Thread Power Level: 4'000]
A trail of foot prints lead from her hideout and to where she was, as Vennel traveled through the wasteland landscape around her. The strong, low winds were her only ally she knew of, as they caused the dunes to be ever changing as their erosion shifted the crests and peaks of the desert, covering and breaking up her tracks along her path. Without a scouter, or even the ability to feel energy, she would normally be lost on her own like this; thankfully she caught sight of the billowing dust cloud trailing from some sort of vehicle could be seen from her hiding place. The sight of even the evidence of a fast moving object was enough to pique her interest, as it was a very rare occurrence in these parts. That is to say, it hadn't been something she'd seen at all yet. Her feet pumped up and down, her legs were on fire as she trudged through the soft ground beneath her, making traction all the harder to get. Thankfully she at least kept up on her cardio regimen, even if that didn't help so much in fighting- it at least meant she could run away quickly, which she was fairly good at doing so far. Her course was set, ever since starting on this hunt, and by the time she eventually caught up, her suspicions were proven true as she saw the hover jeep quickly speeding along the wasteland floor. At first she thanked the stars they hadn't caught sight of her yet, as she might then be able to get the drop on her prey. But a sudden change in trajectory caused her heart to jump up into her throat, nearly choking her entirely as she began to panic. Not only did they see her, apparently, but they were now heading directly for her. Beads of sweat dripped down her face as she thought she had to do something, anything to make up for the loss of surprise. Then a somewhat obvious thought occurred to her: just shoot them. So she did, hurling a volley of ki blasts directly for the vehicle, her aim appeared to need help, as many of the blasts flew wide and missed their mark- but thankfully enough of her shots found their home in the hull of the jeep and took out one of it's stabilizers, sending the front end tipping forward and to it's left, until the chasis began to rake the sand and eventually flip entirely over onto it's side. After a beat, the vehicle's newly-made topside doors turned hatches popped open. A pair of figures managed to crawl their way out of the vehicle and before Vennel could get a better look at them, they were returning fire at her. For some reason, though, the saiyan princess' only thought now was to drop to the floor and hopefully avoid the attacks. As luck would have it, most of the blasts soared overhead as the sizzling of plasma was heard for seconds at a time. A few shots hit the ground infront of her, kicking a bit of sand into her eyes before she could close them in time. An involuntary yelp leapt from Vennel's mouth as she quickly tried to rub the sand out of her eyes and stand up again. In the distance she could hear the men shouting to each other, or was it at her? It was hard to tell without seeing which way they were facing, and they were too far to understand just yet. But before long the yelling got more distinct, until she eventually heard "...nkey bitch destroyed our transport, we need assistance!" Just in time, she'd managed to get the sand out of her eyes and blinked a few times, her blurred vision smeared with tears. She could make out their figures, and they were rushing at her, a pair of ki blasters aimed directly at her. "Shit," sounded off a different voice this time, a feminine sounding one based on it's pitch, "looks like she's able to see again. Fi-!" Her command to fire was cut off by a preemptive shot coming from Vennel, fired while she rushed at them nearly blinded. Her shot whizzed between them as they returned fire only to find she'd jumped up above them. If she couldn't see well, she'd not make herself an easy target- the bright sun light on the horizon would have made looking directly at her just as difficult she figured. She thanked what little luck she must have had that her plan worked. At the tip of her jumping arc, she rocketed her body straight at them, fist first, and managed to clip the side of one of them, hearing them grunt in pain as she tried to quickly right her body. The fact she was managing to hold her own was a great relief, but she had to wonder if she could even beat them, or if she even should try- they'd called for backup it sounded like. She'd be damned if she continued wearing the drab rags that clung to her frame any longer than she needed to. She was accustomed to wearing combat armor, and couldn't help but feel naked without it. She'd have to risk it. With any luck, her eye sight might clear up as she continued trying to blink out the remaining sand or tears that had welled up in her eyes. ![]()
OOC: "Alright. Alone then." (Going to wait three more days before I make a closing post, and leave. Now's your final chance!) |
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Shun
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Post by Shun on Jun 29, 2018 16:37:35 GMT -6
The little ghost woke with a startle. The spirit had been in a deeper sleep than she wanted to be, but the training and changing the way she looks while on the way to vegeta left her extremely tired. She focused quickly and concentrated on what woke her. Groggly, she rubbed her eyelids. As Shuns pod inches nearer and nearer towards Planet Vegeta, her first view - a panorama of the planet, shot with shades of orange and gray and blue - was of ruins and clouds. As she gets close to the pods window, Shun could see that this scene in motion was rimmed by the great curved limb of the planet. It had a thin halo held close, and beyond, black space. Shun held her "breath", but something was missing - She felt strangely unfulfilled. Here was a tremendous visual spectacle, but viewed in silence. There was no grand musical accompaniment; no triumphant, inspired sonata or symphony. Looking outward to the blackness of space, sprinkled with the glory of a universe of lights, Shun was quite smitten but below there was the planet. There, contained in the thin, moving shell of the biosphere is where she wanted to be. ... ... ...
Eventually the space pod enters the atmosphere, hurdling towards the ground. There would be a loud roar ringing from the sky. Shuns pod looked like a huge meteor was heading towards the ground. Alas, it crashed and the impact rumbled the ground.. The little ghost slowly climbed out, rubbing her forehead.. "oh... ow... mn...."
((Sorry this so short for now! ;o;))
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