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Post by Jagaimo on Aug 18, 2021 2:30:29 GMT -5
Thread PL: 500
Antisense: Inactive by accident.
The mission's instructions had been simple. Head to the outskirts of the Lychee sector on the edge of Tuffle controlled territory and skirt the area for any troop movements, newly built installations or outposts and generally anything that might seem out of the ordinary then report back so that any upcoming offensives could have the most up to date data before hand. Whoever was in charge at least seemed to appreciate the need for good intel, instead of just relying on rampaging Oozaru to get the job done.
Jagaimo was almost done with her sweep when she reached the edge of the Destron Crags, a site of mass devastation from the Truffle-Saiyan conflict. She didn’t know much about what had happened apart from the Tuffles had become desperate. The weapon they deployed that day was so far out of their control that it killed both Saiyan and Tuffle alike as the battled ranged, it didn’t care which side deployed it, the Destron Gas killed without any thought and once released it couldn’t be contained or countered, turning the landscape into a desolate waste and filling any ravine and low land area with a thick noxious cloud that made it almost impossible to breath without assistance. The thick smog seemed to seep through everything but thankfully it settled in the deepest tears in the landscape making the area easier to traverse if you kept to the skies.
Jagaimo skimmed across the ground, taking her time to check out anything that might have been a Truffle invasion force or new weapon trying to be deployed against her fellow Saiyan’s. In her head she always secretly hoped she’d find something big, something she could report back that would change the course of the war and her worth would be recognised but she knew the chances of this were slim. Even if she did find something, one the Elites, a commander or such, would take credit for the discovery and then destruction of anything that the scouts found. They weren't there for glory despite what they might hope or dream of.
Stuck in her daydream, the young Saiyan, dipped to low on her flight as she sailed over a rise, blasting through a dense cloud of smog that instantly made her eyes water and her nose run, lungs burning while she tried to breath and throw up at the same time mid flight, the briefest of contacts sapping her strength in that moment. Retching and coughing violently, Jagaimo lost all sense of what was going on around her and clipped a rising verge on the other side of the crag she was flying across. The impact with something solid, coupled with her disorientated state sent her ploughing into the dirt, finally skidding into a roll and coming to a stop with a loud vomiting groan of pain. It made her shudder as she coughed to try and clear her throat, if this is what the tiniest dose of that gas did to someone then what had those warriors gone through when the battlefield had been bathed in the stuff all those years ago? How could anyone think this was how battle should be fought?
With her eyes streaming tears, Jagaimo, pushed herself to her hands and knees, trying to take in her surroundings while gulping lungful's of air, oblivious to the fact that in her panic’d crash landing she had dropped her inherent Antisense ability, her power, small as it was, blinking for anyone to see...
Antisense: Inactive by accident.
The mission's instructions had been simple. Head to the outskirts of the Lychee sector on the edge of Tuffle controlled territory and skirt the area for any troop movements, newly built installations or outposts and generally anything that might seem out of the ordinary then report back so that any upcoming offensives could have the most up to date data before hand. Whoever was in charge at least seemed to appreciate the need for good intel, instead of just relying on rampaging Oozaru to get the job done.
Jagaimo was almost done with her sweep when she reached the edge of the Destron Crags, a site of mass devastation from the Truffle-Saiyan conflict. She didn’t know much about what had happened apart from the Tuffles had become desperate. The weapon they deployed that day was so far out of their control that it killed both Saiyan and Tuffle alike as the battled ranged, it didn’t care which side deployed it, the Destron Gas killed without any thought and once released it couldn’t be contained or countered, turning the landscape into a desolate waste and filling any ravine and low land area with a thick noxious cloud that made it almost impossible to breath without assistance. The thick smog seemed to seep through everything but thankfully it settled in the deepest tears in the landscape making the area easier to traverse if you kept to the skies.
Jagaimo skimmed across the ground, taking her time to check out anything that might have been a Truffle invasion force or new weapon trying to be deployed against her fellow Saiyan’s. In her head she always secretly hoped she’d find something big, something she could report back that would change the course of the war and her worth would be recognised but she knew the chances of this were slim. Even if she did find something, one the Elites, a commander or such, would take credit for the discovery and then destruction of anything that the scouts found. They weren't there for glory despite what they might hope or dream of.
Stuck in her daydream, the young Saiyan, dipped to low on her flight as she sailed over a rise, blasting through a dense cloud of smog that instantly made her eyes water and her nose run, lungs burning while she tried to breath and throw up at the same time mid flight, the briefest of contacts sapping her strength in that moment. Retching and coughing violently, Jagaimo lost all sense of what was going on around her and clipped a rising verge on the other side of the crag she was flying across. The impact with something solid, coupled with her disorientated state sent her ploughing into the dirt, finally skidding into a roll and coming to a stop with a loud vomiting groan of pain. It made her shudder as she coughed to try and clear her throat, if this is what the tiniest dose of that gas did to someone then what had those warriors gone through when the battlefield had been bathed in the stuff all those years ago? How could anyone think this was how battle should be fought?
With her eyes streaming tears, Jagaimo, pushed herself to her hands and knees, trying to take in her surroundings while gulping lungful's of air, oblivious to the fact that in her panic’d crash landing she had dropped her inherent Antisense ability, her power, small as it was, blinking for anyone to see...
