Help Wanted | INVITE

    Plumes of smoke and steam puffed into the chilled skies of Mount Frappe. Carro twiddled with a capsule in his grip, eyeing the set of buildings he'd just dispatched. Fresh from their capsules, the shelters still fizzled a little with wisps of cold air. "So far so good." Carro muttered to himself, giving one of the structures a tap on it's dense walls. "How's the blast testing going, Lee?" On cue, an orange burst of ki surged to strike one of the bunkers. Carro held an arm over his eyes as the light faded. The structure was dented, but a pack of repair drones were quick to start repairing it. "Everything passes thus far." The source of the blast, a fifty-foot mecha, chirped in response. She wasn't using her full-power attacks, but the structures could definitely take a decent beating before collapsing. Carro originally planned to strengthen them more, but they were running short on time.

    The half-built camp spanned across the snowy expanse, the reflective surfaces of the shelters blending them into the snow. Tunnels dug into the mountain behind them. One-way windows could vaguely be spotted, shining through the rocky bluffs. All he had to do was store the food rations, and everything would be good to go for this portion of the emergency shelter! Wiping his gloved hands together, the coated saiyan tugged at a large crate full of food... His feet dug against the snow, but the box barely moved as he tugged in strain. "...Do you need help?" The stronger feline quipped. "N-nope! You keep doing your thing!" Carro retorted back. LEO sighed, turning away to resume her duties with a grumble.

    Carro managed to push the supplies halfway through the door before stopping to wipe sweat off his forehead. All of those stronger people made this look so easy! But with time ticking until the potential takeover of his home, and perhaps even his own demise, Carro wasn't one to surrender defeat to a box.

    He couldn't just ask his coworkers for help, either. They'd surely bombard him with questions- questions he didn't have the time to answer to a hundred-something people. He was certain they'd all have their fair share of rebuttals to their President facing down a murderous demon on his lonesome, too. Still, he found himself wishing for an extra pair of hands aside from the service drones and LEO herself- they had their own duties to attend to. Oh well...

OOC: For continuity's sake, this takes place BEFORE "Have a Safe Trip" and "The World comes Crashing Down"
LEO's LIFELINK (x9P) and UT of the same name are both active. Her PL CAN be sensed!