Broken Things Jun 23, 2019 15:22:11 GMT -6
Post by Korla on Jun 23, 2019 15:22:11 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Adapting to this new world was proving immensely difficult, having awoken a few months ago Korla was really only NOW getting anywhere close to ‘used to’ what the world, no what the UNIVERSE had become. It was such a wild change from how things had been before. The first few weeks had been the most difficult, adapting to her new body and escaping the lab had been tasks all on their own only made vaguely easier by the immense power she now wielded.
When she finally DID escape what she found left Korla heartbroken, the Capital in decrepit ruins, whatever her father had done allowed her to easily evaluate that this ruination was not JUST from the Saiyan attack but also the wear and tear of time. How much however was something she was unsure of and not knowing exactly how far the desolation spread nor if it ended where Saiyan life began left her with the only option of scrounging the Capital for tech and throwing together a makeshift computer.
With a bit of help from some of the Droids that were still able to recognize her as a Tuffle Korla was eventually able to make a connection to the world beyond the ruins, to the Saiyan ‘Scouternet’ and through it to the greater Internet that connected them to the other major players in the universe.
Part of Korla had hoped that perhaps she would discover that the Saiyans had all killed themselves during the attack, that all those wild monstrous apes had just torn eachother to pieces or at least left them without a functional breeding population.
But no. Instead they were THRIVING
TWO THOUSAND YEARS
It was maddening to find out more and more about how things had developed. The Saiyans had briefly apparently been declared ‘extinct’ only to pop back up out of nowhere, the Kold Force was apparently technically still a thing, the power changed hands and it had undergone some changes over the centuries but apparently they had persisted.
The new additions to the galactic scene were interesting, Korla had heard of Namekians in her time, powerful mystics that preferred non-aggression. Why could it not have been THEM who had sought refuge on Plant? The mysticism of the Namekians would have created such interesting mixtures with the technological innovations of the Tuffles.
ANd then there was the most interesting. Earth and its people the Earthlings. They seemed strangley similar to her people and until her research revealed their leader Korla had been dead set on finding a ship and departing for Earth. But apparently the Earthings CHOSE to put a Saiyan in control of their government. Disgusting. At least they had avoided being butchered.
Now Korla was out wandering the ruins, a small team of haphazardly repaired Droids following her like a gang of lost puppys as she searched for usable tech. Her hope was to find some useful parts to throw together a scouter to help locate the nearest Saiyan settlement so she could steal a ship and get the hell off of Plant. Her constantly malfunctioning computer had managed to pull some data from her father’s lab, enough to tell her she was not alone. Others had survived and she had the locations for some of them.
Korla Multipliers: x1