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Post by Fukushu on Dec 17, 2022 17:29:59 GMT -5
A dull hum droned throughout the cold, chrome room. A dozen different scientists and doctors from every corner of the galaxy hurried towards a singular task, and as the Heran opened his one remaining eye something dawned on him: Death had let him slip from it's grasp once more, but only barely. Immediately Fukushu reached out and tried to pull himself out of bed before a group of men rushed over and held him down while increasing his sedation.
Defeated, the Heran slumped back down and accepted that he wouldn't be getting out of bed any time soon. Looking down he saw some sort of machine working away at... recreating his lower body. Suddenly the memories of his defeat came back to him in completion. It had been Vocado who struck him with the most powerful attack, vaporizing both legs in the process. He watched as the machine carefully fixed into place metal rods which he assumed would replace the bone that he lost, and across the room he could see artificial meat being cultured in an unknown liquid.
The sight made him sick, and so he turned around and tried to distract himself with something else. His mind swung back to the battle down on Hatchi. Was it still going on? Had his soldiers made it out? And what about Lottus? So many questions, yet he feared he didn't possess the strength to ask. Obviously things hadn't been as bad as Fukushu initially feared, seeing as he had managed to make it out alive; his disbanding of Clan Bitterbones may have been premature.
As long as he still held his life, Clan Bitterbones would live on. Explaining that to Metabo, Axis and the others might be a bit difficult, but they'd come around. He had been disappointed not to see Volute on the battlefield... but maybe it was better that the Namekian didn't witness his defeat. How would the others feel about that he wondered? If they had all won in their assignments then was he the one who let them down? He expected questions of his leadership to follow, and he needed to find answers.
"Doc... t-tell me w-w." He could barely get the words out before the nearest doctor rushed over and forced him arm down. "Stop trying to make things worse. You have a terrible time ahead of you with this recovery process. You need to focus on conserving you energy as much as possible to allow your body to heal." The man got back to his work, while Fukushu was forced to retreat back into his mind.
All he could do was think about his next steps. Priority number one was making sure that Lottus was still on his side. Amara showing up shortly after he had activated his Destron was a bad sign. Did they get a message out somehow? Did Lottus get this message? If so he'd have to come up with some sort of lie to keep him in line. Priority number two was making sure that Metabo, Axis, Volute and Marimba remained on his side.
After that he'd have to get in touch with Brumal. He had expected the Arcosian to show up at Hatchi, though in the end he never did. Why not? He couldn't figure out why he'd miss such a thing. If he was planning something behind his back then that was a problem. Lastly he'd have to get in touch with Kamae and Marrow to find out how their task on Konats had gone. He expected the two to have succeeded, but he needed to know for sure.
Once all of his ducks were in a row he could start properly planning the invasion of Earth. As he rested his face against the pillow he was reminded of his injuries. It wasn't just his legs that were missing; the right side of his face had been blown off too. There was a thick bandage wrapped around his head that served as a reminder of what kind of condition he was in. Earth would have to wait, but he was only willing to delay so much. If a weakness was detected then he'd strike, no matter the shape he was in.
Defeated, the Heran slumped back down and accepted that he wouldn't be getting out of bed any time soon. Looking down he saw some sort of machine working away at... recreating his lower body. Suddenly the memories of his defeat came back to him in completion. It had been Vocado who struck him with the most powerful attack, vaporizing both legs in the process. He watched as the machine carefully fixed into place metal rods which he assumed would replace the bone that he lost, and across the room he could see artificial meat being cultured in an unknown liquid.
The sight made him sick, and so he turned around and tried to distract himself with something else. His mind swung back to the battle down on Hatchi. Was it still going on? Had his soldiers made it out? And what about Lottus? So many questions, yet he feared he didn't possess the strength to ask. Obviously things hadn't been as bad as Fukushu initially feared, seeing as he had managed to make it out alive; his disbanding of Clan Bitterbones may have been premature.
As long as he still held his life, Clan Bitterbones would live on. Explaining that to Metabo, Axis and the others might be a bit difficult, but they'd come around. He had been disappointed not to see Volute on the battlefield... but maybe it was better that the Namekian didn't witness his defeat. How would the others feel about that he wondered? If they had all won in their assignments then was he the one who let them down? He expected questions of his leadership to follow, and he needed to find answers.
"Doc... t-tell me w-w." He could barely get the words out before the nearest doctor rushed over and forced him arm down. "Stop trying to make things worse. You have a terrible time ahead of you with this recovery process. You need to focus on conserving you energy as much as possible to allow your body to heal." The man got back to his work, while Fukushu was forced to retreat back into his mind.
All he could do was think about his next steps. Priority number one was making sure that Lottus was still on his side. Amara showing up shortly after he had activated his Destron was a bad sign. Did they get a message out somehow? Did Lottus get this message? If so he'd have to come up with some sort of lie to keep him in line. Priority number two was making sure that Metabo, Axis, Volute and Marimba remained on his side.
After that he'd have to get in touch with Brumal. He had expected the Arcosian to show up at Hatchi, though in the end he never did. Why not? He couldn't figure out why he'd miss such a thing. If he was planning something behind his back then that was a problem. Lastly he'd have to get in touch with Kamae and Marrow to find out how their task on Konats had gone. He expected the two to have succeeded, but he needed to know for sure.
Once all of his ducks were in a row he could start properly planning the invasion of Earth. As he rested his face against the pillow he was reminded of his injuries. It wasn't just his legs that were missing; the right side of his face had been blown off too. There was a thick bandage wrapped around his head that served as a reminder of what kind of condition he was in. Earth would have to wait, but he was only willing to delay so much. If a weakness was detected then he'd strike, no matter the shape he was in.
PL: 92,500
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 200/250 (Critical Condition)
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Tenacious
Items: Arm Blaster, Battle Armor, Senzu Bean, Hetap, Dyno Capsule
WC: 704
TWC: 704
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 200/250 (Critical Condition)
Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Tenacious
Items: Arm Blaster, Battle Armor, Senzu Bean, Hetap, Dyno Capsule
WC: 704
TWC: 704
