Post by Tarro on Jan 3, 2023 15:57:17 GMT -5
Power Level: 7,400
Items equipped: Scouter, armor lining
1022, a week after the armistice of the Saiyan-Tuffle war
The way the war ended left a sour taste in his mouth. It was as if the King gave them a taste of victory just to snatch it away. The temptation of wanting more, the desire to enjoy that sweet taste till its very was the only thing on his mind. Along with it was the fact that he hadn't been able to contribute much of anything to the war effort. A part of him wanted to question Taori for assigning him to the rearguard, limiting his opportunities to fight and damning him to working on plans forward with some of the army's generals. On the flip side, it had been a great opportunity to work with some of the Saiyan's brightest minds. They taught him something important: that he had a long way to go in regards to coming up with effective battle tactics.
That was the reason behind today's visit to headquarters.
He dragged his feet across the muddy ground of the war's aftermath. He looked down at it in thought. This mud wasn't only due to the rain that followed the battle, but also the blood that soaked it. He'd stuck around in the tuffle's capital to make sure that the tuffles that had supposedly died remained so and to retrieve the corpses of his fallen comrades, some of whom he'd fought side by side with against some of the tuffles he'd vaporized.
His feet soon left the ground as he took into flight, boosting towards the King's palace. He was there shortly. The soldier made his entrance to the army's headquarters and caught up with his acquaintances. They told him of what the struggle had been like from where they had been. At first, he thought he would be jealous of them for getting to be the race's axe and shield. To be the ones who brought glory home. Yet, he soon learned that even they came close to death. Some of their friends hadn't been so lucky to make it out alive before a ceasefire was called.
Tarro wrapped his arms around their necks, bringing in his pals with his head hanging.
"They brought honor to our name. They must be proud we won, wherever they are. We've achieved what others before us have fought so much for." They agreed on that sentiment, although they all knew this was far from the ideal ending to this story.
With a pat to their backs, the saiyan broke away and turned his glance from one to the next.
"The reason I came here first was that I wanted to discuss what tactics you used in the war that came in handy. I myself worked with higher-ups to come up with how we should advance in the war and to dictate what everyone's tasks were. Still, I realize that there is much for me to learn." That's where they came in.
And so, the discussion began.
WC: 507