Post by Fukushu on Oct 30, 2022 7:32:23 GMT -5
Hatchi was a beautiful city; among the most stunning that the Heran Fukushu had ever laid eyes on. The Tuffle people were truly ahead of the curve when it came to technological advancements, though he didn't believe that the Saiyans were as far behind as some others did. Watching the inner workings of the city from his vantage point high above a hill he almost lamented the coming destruction he and his men were about to bring to Hatchi, but it had to be done.
Hatchi would have made a fine base of operations for Fukushu moving forward, but he had made the promise to Lottus that the city would burn, and so it shall, but not today. Today was for getting a look at the target up close, something which he had avoided doing thus far. His men had given him reports, and he had looked over the map two dozen times already, but seeing it with his own eyes was a different experience entirely.
He had told Lottus they'd be leaving for Earth immediately after the attack on the city, and he planned to stick to that schedule. He had told Vocado that he expected the attack to be over in a day; that promise would be more difficult to keep. The bustling population was even greater than the reports had mentioned... he had to wonder whether or not they had the manpower to pull this mission off. Lottus wouldn't care of course; he thought he could do everything himself, but Fukushu knew better.
Walking through the streets of Hatchi seemed dangerous, as more and more often Fukushu preferred to keep his face hidden from the lights, but his men were failing him. Neither they nor Lottus knew exactly where the Destron was being produced specifically, and that was a problem. He needed a way to get ahold of Destron before Lottus blew the city to pieces, and the only way to guarantee that was to make sure he got there first.
It was difficult evading eyes while in Hatchi. Even if he weren't a Heran, Fukushu still would have stood out like a sore thumb based purely on height, with the tallest of the Tuffles only coming up to his shoulders. He had a general idea of where the Tuffle's military buildings were, but the Destron could have been produced in any one of them. Fukushu walked around the streets until coming across building he was looking for, which contained public archives of Tuffle history and achievements.
The guards outside gave him an odd glare as he entered, but it was a public building and had no right to stop him. Reading books wasn't how the warlord liked to spend his afternoons, but if it increased the odds of success he'd read every damn book in sight.
Fukushu
PL: 80,000
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Vampiric, Bare Knuckle Brawler
WC: 470
TWC: 470
Walking through the streets of Hatchi seemed dangerous, as more and more often Fukushu preferred to keep his face hidden from the lights, but his men were failing him. Neither they nor Lottus knew exactly where the Destron was being produced specifically, and that was a problem. He needed a way to get ahold of Destron before Lottus blew the city to pieces, and the only way to guarantee that was to make sure he got there first.
It was difficult evading eyes while in Hatchi. Even if he weren't a Heran, Fukushu still would have stood out like a sore thumb based purely on height, with the tallest of the Tuffles only coming up to his shoulders. He had a general idea of where the Tuffle's military buildings were, but the Destron could have been produced in any one of them. Fukushu walked around the streets until coming across building he was looking for, which contained public archives of Tuffle history and achievements.
The guards outside gave him an odd glare as he entered, but it was a public building and had no right to stop him. Reading books wasn't how the warlord liked to spend his afternoons, but if it increased the odds of success he'd read every damn book in sight.
Fukushu
PL: 80,000
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Vampiric, Bare Knuckle Brawler
WC: 470
TWC: 470