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Post by Cato on Dec 29, 2022 14:35:58 GMT -5
STARRCADE
| Cato's PL: 85,000 |
| Cato's PL: 85,000 |
A blast of yellow-gold light rocked the local medical facility in the depths of Sadala, stirring Cato from her restless sleep. She didn't know how long it had been since she finally arrived back in the capital, or even how she got there. She remembered trying to fly on her own, and she remembered others trying to help her. She remembered a hail of blasts following in her wake, and a shield forming around the battlefield. After that, it was all phantoms in unpleasant dreams.
She felt different than usual. The efforts of Vocado and Amara had saved her from the worst effects of the destron, but significant damage had already been done to her system. A metallic mask now clung to the lower half of her face, to aid her weakened lungs and protect her body from the effects of the environment around her. As she pulled herself up from the bed she had been laid out in, she found her movements felt a little stiff--whatever cybernetics had been added meant extra weight, but they also limited her mobility in ways she couldn't have expected.
She didn't have time to test anything out, as a second blast of light caused the whole building to shake. A window shattered in the hallway outside, and the sound of the clamour outside began to filter in. Ignoring the protests of the presiding doctor as he tried to shepherd her back towards the bed, Cato forced her way out into the hallway, to where the flickering orange glow of open fires were lighting an otherwise darkened hall. As she stepped to the window, the chaos outside became immediately evident.
Dozens upon dozens of Saiyan warriors, most still garbed in their traditional armour, had taken to the street. Some seemed to be celebrating, drinking from open bottles of fortified ale. Others were less pleased, hurling insults towards the impromptu street party. Others still had come to blows, openly brawling under the shadow of the palace. The gravel of the street had been torn apart from stray energy blasts, and aside from bonfires set in celebration, a handful of other buildings -- a couple military, and one business -- had been set ablaze in the fervour, or perhaps in anger.
Cato couldn't make out the argument exactly, but it was clear what was going on: news of the Super Saiyan had reached Sadala, courtesy of Jagaimo's message. Battle-lines were now being drawn by those enthused by the arrival of the old legend, and those apprehensive of the destruction such an event was likely to wreak. The Saiyans had never been a particularly unified people, but open faction violence in the streets of Sadala was something else entirely.
"Everyone, stop what you're doing! Right now!" Cato called, the reverb to her voice from under the mask managing to surprise herself--and only herself. No one on the street seemed to hear her. If they did, they didn't care.
Cato dropped down out of the broken window and landed clean on the street, reaching for her absent sword. She cussed under her breath. It must have still been with Vocado, wherever he was now.
"I said stop, or I'll blast this street off of the map!"
She felt different than usual. The efforts of Vocado and Amara had saved her from the worst effects of the destron, but significant damage had already been done to her system. A metallic mask now clung to the lower half of her face, to aid her weakened lungs and protect her body from the effects of the environment around her. As she pulled herself up from the bed she had been laid out in, she found her movements felt a little stiff--whatever cybernetics had been added meant extra weight, but they also limited her mobility in ways she couldn't have expected.
She didn't have time to test anything out, as a second blast of light caused the whole building to shake. A window shattered in the hallway outside, and the sound of the clamour outside began to filter in. Ignoring the protests of the presiding doctor as he tried to shepherd her back towards the bed, Cato forced her way out into the hallway, to where the flickering orange glow of open fires were lighting an otherwise darkened hall. As she stepped to the window, the chaos outside became immediately evident.
Dozens upon dozens of Saiyan warriors, most still garbed in their traditional armour, had taken to the street. Some seemed to be celebrating, drinking from open bottles of fortified ale. Others were less pleased, hurling insults towards the impromptu street party. Others still had come to blows, openly brawling under the shadow of the palace. The gravel of the street had been torn apart from stray energy blasts, and aside from bonfires set in celebration, a handful of other buildings -- a couple military, and one business -- had been set ablaze in the fervour, or perhaps in anger.
Cato couldn't make out the argument exactly, but it was clear what was going on: news of the Super Saiyan had reached Sadala, courtesy of Jagaimo's message. Battle-lines were now being drawn by those enthused by the arrival of the old legend, and those apprehensive of the destruction such an event was likely to wreak. The Saiyans had never been a particularly unified people, but open faction violence in the streets of Sadala was something else entirely.
"Everyone, stop what you're doing! Right now!" Cato called, the reverb to her voice from under the mask managing to surprise herself--and only herself. No one on the street seemed to hear her. If they did, they didn't care.
Cato dropped down out of the broken window and landed clean on the street, reaching for her absent sword. She cussed under her breath. It must have still been with Vocado, wherever he was now.
"I said stop, or I'll blast this street off of the map!"
TWC: 540
A riot has broken out in the Sadala Capital, with opposing sides either celebrating or panicking over news of the emergence of Super Saiyans over Hatchi!
A riot has broken out in the Sadala Capital, with opposing sides either celebrating or panicking over news of the emergence of Super Saiyans over Hatchi!
