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Post by Lord Chill on Oct 24, 2018 23:57:09 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 While Chill was planetside on Namek, he'd been requested to perform a number of additional duties besides the one he initially came for. Among those requests, most of which he ignored, was to check in with a Nitran soldier of the Assault Trooper core who had been sent as part of the reinforcements to back Boreal and his men up in preventing the acquisition of the Dragon Balls. So far he'd found their efforts to be lacking, considering reports and his other dealings on Namek keeping him informed of their failures. So he decided it might be worth looking into, and tracked down the soldier. Finding his scouter frequency among the fleet's communications records, he clicked a button on the side of his scouter and dialed him up. A familiar beeping rang out, and after a few moments of slow ringing he heard the other end give way for communication. "I'm currently in liaison with Faasta, of the Assault Troopers, correct? This is Lord Chill, Director. I'd like to meet with you to discuss our headway on Namek so far. I'll be waiting at these coordinates. Don't keep me waiting, soldier." Passing through the information, he hung up. Even if his opening sounded like a question, he had faith that the fleet would provide him the correct details and he hadn't actually intended his words to illicit a response from the other end. He headed to the area he had designated, an enclosed area where a small three-man outpost of surveillance officers had been scanning for enemy communications behind a circle of steep rock cropping in the Maima Region. Moving inside of the small blue tent, he sat down at a crude wooden table and poured himself some cold tea, before warming it by dipping his finger in and releasing some searing ki into the liquid. This soldier was renowned for their speed, so Chill expected them to be there before he finished his cup. He had better have been right. Faasta |
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Post by Faasta on Dec 9, 2018 4:56:26 GMT -6
| Before my tea gets cold |
A dim fire crackled in the midst of the open plains of Namek. Faasta sat near the pile of burning Ajissa wood, staring into the flames with little to no thought. While the Nitran was decked out with high-tech heaters and a portable home, he'd rather just sit near the fire and watch it burn. Something about it just seemed to calm him down, he didn't know why- not that he really cared, though.
...'Cause boy did he need some calming down.
''This place sssucks...!'' The Nitran hissed as thoughts of his current situation bubbled to the surface. ''There's nothing to do, the Saiyans are gathering those ssstupid balls way faster than us, and I still haven't met ANYONE that can tell me where the bloody bathroom isss!'' Faasta sighed out, pulling his knees closer as he frowned.
Faasta's thoughts were plagued, his fists itched for a fight, and worst of all- his bladder was full. Life as an Assault Trooper certainly wasn't easy, especially when there wasn't anything to assault. Taking on a Saiyan encampment would spell certain death for the Nitran. if only he had some allies! Did the Fleet really expect him to carry out his mission alone?
''And where even IS Boreal!?!''
The oversized space snake let out a discontent grumble as he flopped on his back, landing on the Namekian soil with a dull thud. Arms rested behind his head, Faasta watched the clouds drift by, waiting for something- anything, to happen.
... *~Beep, beep, beep~*
''H-HI, YES HELLO!? THIS IS FAASTA YES.'' The Nitran sat upright in a split second, hand held over his half-functioning Scouter! Faasta's eyes were wide with curiosity and expectations, Lord Chill was on Namek this entire time?! Why was he never told? His heart pounded in his chest as he frantically nodded at his Lord's request. ''Y-Yes ofcourse, Lord Chill! I''ll head to your location immediately!'' The Nitran let out with perhaps a bit too much zest. Cutting off communications, Faasta stood upright and began to track the location Chill sent him on his Scouter.
Finally! Finally something to do, someone to talk to! It felt like ages since Faasta had last spoken to someone! ...In reality, it was only a couple of days at maximum, but details!
Without a second thought, Faasta blasted toward the skies coated in a crimson aura, leaving a crater in his wake. He was like a red comet blitzing through Namek's skies, days-long of pent up energy finally releasing in a blitz of speed unseen before!
It only took a couple of minutes before Faasta reached Chill's location and touched down near the tent. The hulking Nitran looked down at the surveillance officers, who gave him stern glares. ''F-Faasta, Assault Trooper. I'm here to ssspeak to Lord Chill.'' The Nitran stated. A moment of silence passed between the officers, before they allowed him through with silent nods.
His breaths heavy, Faasta crouched down as he tried to fit into the small tent. As his eyes met Chill's figure, Faasta tried to salute the Arcosian, still hunched over. ''L-Lord Chill, I came as fast as I c-could.'' The Nitran spoke through puffs of air, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Why would Lord Chill seek to talk to him, specifically? Faasta was curious, yet nervous.
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Literally 2 months later...
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Post by Lord Chill on Dec 12, 2018 21:53:03 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 It had taken a lot longer than expected, and yet still in record time compared to any other troop in the fleet that he could recall. Staring absently at the liquid in his cup as he swirled it back and forth, he took a deep sip from the cup and placed it down on a little table, meeting the gaze of the hunched Nitran. "You were slower than I anticipated, Faasta. However, your speed still outdoes the majority of your peers... so I shall ignore it this time."He gestured to a small stool in the tent, far too small to comfortably sit but just big enough to fit Faasta, and picked his tea cup back up. "Now, as you know we have been actively engaged in preventative war efforts here on Namek for a short while now. While we have... regrettably lost a primary member of the command chain, we still must move against the Saiyans. Due to losing our Director, facts have gone into disarray. I've called you here to discuss your version of the events thus far since your arrival, and figure out where best to direct your efforts."Shrugging for a moment, he finished another deep sip of his tea and looked over to some paperwork, leisurely thumbing through the pages. "So... tell me about your arrival to Namek. I am to understand that you met with Lord Boreal and Director Bosmika... but I don't know much else."Faasta |
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Post by Faasta on Jan 12, 2019 6:35:13 GMT -6
| I Think Your Tea is Cold |
''...I understand, L-lord Chill. My apologiesss.''
Faasta sucked in his pride as he stood to his full height once more. 'Slow' was one of the worst things you could call a proud Nitran like himself, and having the words come from a well-respected supervisor like Chill? That surely stung.
Ignoring his disappointment, Faasta sat in the small seat that Chill gestured towards. The Nitran's large body just barely managed to wiggle into the seat, his knees jutting far into the air as he hunched. Faasta's arms crossed as Chill began to speak, cocking his head to the side at the mention of 'losing a valuable member'. The Nitran hadn't the slightest clue what Chill was talking about, but it surely couldn't have been something good...
After Director Chill had rounded up his question, Faasta sucked air in through his teeth, unsure how to go about this. ''Truth be told, my lord...I've been just as cluelessss...'' He paused, his eyes glancing to all sides as he hummed.
''I was sent to Namek with the goal to assist Lord Boreal in collecting those...Dragon Whatevers. Orbsss? Eh.'' The Nitran shrugged. ''A-anyway. Upon landing, I did indeed run into Lord Boreal, asss well as Bosmika. Yet ever since we parted waysss that day...I haven't heard a sssingle thing from either.''
The Assault Trooper sighed. ''Not the slightest blip of info from Lord Boreal. No alternate directive, nothing! I've been here without a purpose ever since then. It's like Boreal has gone missing, or something...''
Yet right as those words escaped Faasta, a sinking suspicion began to set inside of his head. Boreal had gone missing, and Chill mentioned something about the loss of a valued, 'primary' member. No...Could it be?!
''L-lord Chill, if I m-may...?'' Faasta swallowed. ''You mentioned losssing a valued member...Could it be that L-lord Boreal...?''
He couldn't finish his question. To think that anyone would have the power required to strike Boreal down...It was a terrifying thought. Was this what the Fleet was facing? Were there enemies truly this powerful...!?
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Aaand another month
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