An Unwanted Return [Open] Aug 27, 2019 13:18:46 GMT -6
Post by Ochra on Aug 27, 2019 13:18:46 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 112,132
Ochra awoke with a loud boom. He could feel his body jerking around, the pain from the crash landing a dull echo in his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself within something small and dark. A pod? How had he gotten in here? He remembered abandoning his pod when he landed on Arcose. His mind tried to remember just what had happened.
Ah yes. He had been attacked on Arcose. Some more goons from the Fleet. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to fight them off no problem. But he was injured, tired, hungry, and at that point running on fumes. He had fought as hard as he could, but his body ended up giving out. But, if that was the case, why was he here, instead of being dead. He tried to remember, but his mind was fuzzy. Through the haze, he remembered a couple of words before he blacked out.
"Should we kill him?"
"Nah, I don't want to risk him waking up. Just keep him sedated and get him off of this planet!"
Well, the explains why he was unconscious for so long. They drugged him, dumped him in a pod, and then threw him off world. Guess he could find some sort of pride in the fact that they felt it safer to do that, than try to kill him while he was unconscious. He gave a small, rueful chuckle at the thought. But if he wasn't on Arcose, than where was he?
He shifted his body, finding what appeared to be the hatch of the pod. He grunted as he pushed his body against it. Despite the sleep, his body was still in rough condition, and it seemed the high impact landing had buried him somewhat into the ground. It took him a couple of heaves, before he managed to push the pod open, dirt falling away. With a grunt, he started to pull himself out of the pod. He didn't know if it was the drugs or the fatigue on his body that made it hard for him to move. As he climbed out, he could feel sunlight pour onto him. Well, already this place was warmer than Arcose. Looking up, he could see a clear sky, but not much else since he was stuck in a crater.
Slowly, Ochra began to pull himself out of the crater, dragging his body along. Upon reaching the edge of the crater, he let himself slump onto the ground, trying to catch his breath. Slowly, the wounded, one legged Saiyan took the opportunity to look around. His eyes widened as familiar terrain appeared before him. Open plains and what appeared to be farmland of some sort. He had been here before.
"No..." he said, panic starting to grip him. He had gone to Arcose specifically to be as far away from here as possible, so that its people didn't have to deal with the coming calamity.
But, there was no helping it now. Ochra was back on Earth.