Post by Lottus on Aug 13, 2022 4:37:31 GMT -5
In the years of this infernal war between the native Tuffles and the Saiyans who had come to claim a new home, far less progress had been made than the invaders had liked. The war, reduced to spats of small skirmishes and only rarely large scale battles, simply drags on with no clear end in sight.
So it was that Lottus found himself fighting on the most recent front lines. The Tuffles had developed a type of power blaster that was far more lethal than they had been prepared to deal with. Already, the corpses of Oozaru litter the rocky landscape that is their battlefield. The power ball had been destroyed only minutes ago, and the Saiyan commander who had created it lay dead and broken upon the rocks near the base of a tall cliff.
The Saiyans were forced to dig in and regroup, creating long trenches through the land in an effort to avoid the deadly weapons and get the wounded back to relative safety so they may be administered with the healing gels. Gauze with such gel had been taped over a long burn across Lottus' left cheek and both his arms.
"Dammit...!" Lottus growls through gritted teeth. He hammers a fist against the stony trench wall in frustration. "How the hell are we supposed to cut through this canyon?!"
There mission was supposed to be a simple one - the Tuffles were using a canyon and natural archway to move supplies through to the real warfront, where the fighting was supposed to be at its heaviest. The Tuffles, according to the information, were supposed to be travelling light so to not draw unwanted attention and avoid detection. Only they had been. Lottus' battalion was tasked with clearing out the Tuffle defenses and taking control of the canyon. From there, they would have a flanking position to overtake the Tuffle forces from the rear to the north.
Only that hadn't happened. The Tuffle defenses were far sturdier than expected. Energy shields had made direct assaults impractical - and as they recently discovered, the Tuffles had a new rifle that tore through thick flesh and armor. A well placed shot could even kill Oozaru. Lottus had witnessed a shot tear through the eye of one, and watched the massive form fall.
He'd been shot no fewer than six times so far. Half were grazing shots; but a direct shot had ripped through his thigh with the ease of a red hot knife through butter. He'd suffered other injuries, but nothing life threatening so far.
Lottus growls and pounds his fist against the wall several more times as anger and frustration reach a boiling point.
"We need a strategy blast damn it!" he growls angrily, grinding his knuckles against the stone.
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So it was that Lottus found himself fighting on the most recent front lines. The Tuffles had developed a type of power blaster that was far more lethal than they had been prepared to deal with. Already, the corpses of Oozaru litter the rocky landscape that is their battlefield. The power ball had been destroyed only minutes ago, and the Saiyan commander who had created it lay dead and broken upon the rocks near the base of a tall cliff.
The Saiyans were forced to dig in and regroup, creating long trenches through the land in an effort to avoid the deadly weapons and get the wounded back to relative safety so they may be administered with the healing gels. Gauze with such gel had been taped over a long burn across Lottus' left cheek and both his arms.
"Dammit...!" Lottus growls through gritted teeth. He hammers a fist against the stony trench wall in frustration. "How the hell are we supposed to cut through this canyon?!"
There mission was supposed to be a simple one - the Tuffles were using a canyon and natural archway to move supplies through to the real warfront, where the fighting was supposed to be at its heaviest. The Tuffles, according to the information, were supposed to be travelling light so to not draw unwanted attention and avoid detection. Only they had been. Lottus' battalion was tasked with clearing out the Tuffle defenses and taking control of the canyon. From there, they would have a flanking position to overtake the Tuffle forces from the rear to the north.
Only that hadn't happened. The Tuffle defenses were far sturdier than expected. Energy shields had made direct assaults impractical - and as they recently discovered, the Tuffles had a new rifle that tore through thick flesh and armor. A well placed shot could even kill Oozaru. Lottus had witnessed a shot tear through the eye of one, and watched the massive form fall.
He'd been shot no fewer than six times so far. Half were grazing shots; but a direct shot had ripped through his thigh with the ease of a red hot knife through butter. He'd suffered other injuries, but nothing life threatening so far.
Lottus growls and pounds his fist against the wall several more times as anger and frustration reach a boiling point.
"We need a strategy blast damn it!" he growls angrily, grinding his knuckles against the stone.
Vocado