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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2021 18:01:40 GMT -5
Thread PL: 5,000 | Antisense is ACTIVE!
The only time Pursla truly felt nervous was during a 'supply run'. The colored Saibamen could only scrounge up so much to trade with her, and considering the state of her current gear and supplies it'd be sooner rather than later when something important ended up breaking. While semi-modern amenities were not a necessity for the girl to survive, she wholly preferred having them on hand. Besides, it wasn't like many suppliers would miss this outdated stuff that much either. If a shipment of something expensive was missing that'd change things, but hardly anyone wanted to waste time hiring a search team to track down the quality of stuff she planned on taking. This also brought her the closest she usually went to civilization - though it wasn't like the mercenary outpost on the outskirts of the wastes really was a prime example of 'civilization' to begin with. It was a hive of scum and... maybe villainy? Pursla wouldn't really know.
Her odd Ki signature was certain to throw off any searching scouters or sensors, and hopefully it'd be enough when combined with the fading light from the evening sun to keep her hidden as she lay in wait behind a rather large boulder. The plan was simple, and one she'd executed many times before. Her fingers stretched in preparation, claw-tipped fingers tapping quietly against her hiding spot. The distant noise of a few hover vehicles eventually grew louder, the hybrid tensing. She'd likely only get one shot at this before the caravan guards armed themselves for the rest of the night. Pursla waited until the roar of the engines were just on top of her... and then pounced. In one smooth motion she darted from over the rock, arms outstretched to grab hold of a loosely held crate and continuing to the other side of the impromptu road, Pursla tumbling a bit before hopping to her feet and immediately making a break for it.
The only time Pursla truly felt nervous was during a 'supply run'. The colored Saibamen could only scrounge up so much to trade with her, and considering the state of her current gear and supplies it'd be sooner rather than later when something important ended up breaking. While semi-modern amenities were not a necessity for the girl to survive, she wholly preferred having them on hand. Besides, it wasn't like many suppliers would miss this outdated stuff that much either. If a shipment of something expensive was missing that'd change things, but hardly anyone wanted to waste time hiring a search team to track down the quality of stuff she planned on taking. This also brought her the closest she usually went to civilization - though it wasn't like the mercenary outpost on the outskirts of the wastes really was a prime example of 'civilization' to begin with. It was a hive of scum and... maybe villainy? Pursla wouldn't really know.
Her odd Ki signature was certain to throw off any searching scouters or sensors, and hopefully it'd be enough when combined with the fading light from the evening sun to keep her hidden as she lay in wait behind a rather large boulder. The plan was simple, and one she'd executed many times before. Her fingers stretched in preparation, claw-tipped fingers tapping quietly against her hiding spot. The distant noise of a few hover vehicles eventually grew louder, the hybrid tensing. She'd likely only get one shot at this before the caravan guards armed themselves for the rest of the night. Pursla waited until the roar of the engines were just on top of her... and then pounced. In one smooth motion she darted from over the rock, arms outstretched to grab hold of a loosely held crate and continuing to the other side of the impromptu road, Pursla tumbling a bit before hopping to her feet and immediately making a break for it.
"You're not me - Therefore you suck."
