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Post by Fukushu on Oct 7, 2022 2:19:57 GMT -5
How long had it been? The Heran warrior Fukushu found himself falling in and out of consciousness as he made his way to Plant. He wasn't expecting to ever want to go back, but after what had happened in East City it was the only option he had. Namek hadn't exactly panned out too well the last time he travelled there, and he didn't expect to find anyone he could recruit there. Konats could have been an option, but with the tournament coming to an end he figured most of the interesting figures there would have gone home.
His wounds were more severe than he previously thought, and with the adrenaline of battle wearing off he found himself only kept awake by the pain. At times it was still too much for him, and his body would force himself into sleep to try and get through the worst of it, but there was no healing aids to be found inside the cramped pod, and every time he awoke he'd be reminded of the pain.
When he came into Plant's orbit he made sure to avoid any territory directly controlled by either the Saiyans or Tuffles. Although he was in need of care he was also weary of what his arrival might cause. His power was significant enough to cause concern, and he was in no condition for a fight right now. The last time he had been on Plant he had come across a shack being occupied by an associate of a local crime syndicate. He couldn't recall the man's name at the time right, but he did remember being patched up by him.
His plan was to find the old man's shack and force him to go over his wounds. He was more than double what he was the last time he had been here; more than enough to deal with any goons that might there. The only problem was staying alive long enough to find the shack, as he had very little memory of where it was.
When his pod landed into the surface of Plant the Heran was violently thrown forward; the skin on his back being torn open as it had congealed with the leather. He slammed his fist onto the pod door until it finally opened, and stepped out to meet the wilderness. As he stepped out of the pod to try and examination the area he fell down to one knee, struggling to hold himself up. "Pull yourself together, fool; this is not the time to appear weak!"
PL: 80,000
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 162/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Vampiric, Bare Knuckle Brawler
WC: 424
TWC: 424
His wounds were more severe than he previously thought, and with the adrenaline of battle wearing off he found himself only kept awake by the pain. At times it was still too much for him, and his body would force himself into sleep to try and get through the worst of it, but there was no healing aids to be found inside the cramped pod, and every time he awoke he'd be reminded of the pain.
When he came into Plant's orbit he made sure to avoid any territory directly controlled by either the Saiyans or Tuffles. Although he was in need of care he was also weary of what his arrival might cause. His power was significant enough to cause concern, and he was in no condition for a fight right now. The last time he had been on Plant he had come across a shack being occupied by an associate of a local crime syndicate. He couldn't recall the man's name at the time right, but he did remember being patched up by him.
His plan was to find the old man's shack and force him to go over his wounds. He was more than double what he was the last time he had been here; more than enough to deal with any goons that might there. The only problem was staying alive long enough to find the shack, as he had very little memory of where it was.
When his pod landed into the surface of Plant the Heran was violently thrown forward; the skin on his back being torn open as it had congealed with the leather. He slammed his fist onto the pod door until it finally opened, and stepped out to meet the wilderness. As he stepped out of the pod to try and examination the area he fell down to one knee, struggling to hold himself up. "Pull yourself together, fool; this is not the time to appear weak!"
PL: 80,000
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 162/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Vampiric, Bare Knuckle Brawler
WC: 424
TWC: 424
