Post by Lottus on Jan 27, 2023 13:55:18 GMT -5
"Did you hear? They're saying the war's almost over." a Saiyan remarks, leaning on the railing of a narrow watchtower. The Saiyan next to them scoffs, her voice condescending.
"They've been saying that since the war started, idiot." she chides, looking down the sights of her long barreled energy rifle. She grins and squeezes the trigger; the rifle muzzle flashes, and a Saibaman in the distance blows apart, scattering the other three Saiba that had been encroaching on the tower alongside it. "Ha. That makes fifteen."
"Are you blowing ammunition of Saiba again, Pachino?" the lazily leaning Saiyan groans. "It's more fun to go out and blast 'em, you know."
"Maybe for meatheads like you, but I prefer this over wasting my own energy. Besides, now we don't have to worry about them for a few more hours." Pachino replies, straightening her posture and setting the beam rifle on its safety rack. "Where's the new guy?"
"Last I saw, whining about a headache. Should be on patrol." the other replies, shrugging. "He's behaving at least - the Commander said we may have to cage the guy once in a while."
"So he's cracked? Great." Pachino grunts, rolling her eyes. She reaches up to her scouter, pressing the transmission switch. "Otoma, you mud hoppers have anything to report?"
A tall Saiyan sporting a short mullet and light green armor reaches up to his scouter, listening.
"Otoma here... No, nothing much." he says, scanning the Wastes visually. "Nothing we can't handle, anyway. No signs of Tuffle activity at least."
Otoma turns, gazing over at the skyline of the ruined city in the distance. A hazy purple hangs over the city, and he grimaces.
"I heard a rifle shot - was that you? ...Oh, just Saiba?" Otoma continues, turning to leap to the top of a pillar of stone. "We've run into a few of those, but they haven't been too problematic. There was a Tennenman variant that gave us a scare a few hours ago."
Otoma smirks and looks down, spotting another Saiyan with knee-length wild hair.
"He's here. Probably ignoring you." Otoma chuckles. He checks around, and drops back to ground level again, approaching the other Saiyan. "Yeah yeah, we're almost done. See you goons soon."
Otoma stops a few feet from the other Saiyan, and jabs a thumb over his shoulder.
"Let's go, Lottus. We've got one more round to do, and then we're heading back to base." Otoma barks.
Lottus, leaning against a stone wall, grunts, wiping blood from his nostrils. His head was absolutely throbbing, like nails pressing against the back of his eyes. He pushes off the stone, and starts past Otoma. The Saiyan watches Lottus, his eyes narrowing as Lottus wordlessly walks past.
"Well, let's get it done then." Lottus rasps, his throat sore.
Only three months ago, Lottus had been part of an unplanned mission - Tuffles had been moving a Destron bomb underground, aiming to get the device to Sadala to detonate it. Lottus' commander at the time, Vocado, had slapped together a response team.
The mission was ultimately a success, though several Saiyans were killed. The Tuffles in question had also been killed - buried underground by tremors caused by the fighting. Lottus had been particularly unfortunate - a large stone had fallen, piercing the inactive bomb. Because he had been standing near the device, a spray of aerosolized Destron had gotten Lottus full in the face.
Lottus had only escaped the collapsing cavern because of Vocado, who had dragged Lottus out as the tunnel collapsed around them. After that, Lottus had been left to the healing chambers. Fortunately, Lottus had not breathed in the Destron, but it had still entered his body through his eyes and skin. The doctors said he was lucky to be alive at all - which was true. There were seldom, if ever, people that survived being sprayed with the gas.
But Lottus had begun suffering from almost daily headaches, which sometimes felt like someone putting power drills to his temples. The bleeding had been a recent development - mostly he had nose bleeds; but the condition had started to escalate into bloody tears, and even spots of blood in his ear canals.
But there was still a war to fight; and he had not been pardoned by the throne. He likely never would be, he knew. Worse, the headaches were also affecting his temper, which had become a short fuse to put it mildly. This new team, a patrol squad, had been his reassignment when Lottus was determined unfit for duty.
"Lottus, we're heading north, not east. Get your head on straight." Otoma grunts. "...You still messed up? That Tennenman did get a mean hit in on you."
"I'll live." Lottus grunts in response.
"Unfortunately, yeah. Let's get this patrol done - I'm getting hungry." Otoma replies, frowning.
Lottus throws a dirty look at Otoma, who smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Got a problem with what I said?" Otoma says in a challenging tone. "I hope you do; you've been a headache for the rest of us. Pretty good for a Low Class runt with a battle power lower than two thousand."
Lottus' eyes narrow, and he turns fully to Otoma.
"Ohhh, I hope you try it." Otoma sneers. "You've got a battle power of eighteen hundred - mine is four thousand. You go right ahead. I could use the entertainment."
Lottus presses a palm against his forehead, leering at Otoma.
"...Whatever." Lottus mutters, turning away - much to Otoma's amusement.
"They've been saying that since the war started, idiot." she chides, looking down the sights of her long barreled energy rifle. She grins and squeezes the trigger; the rifle muzzle flashes, and a Saibaman in the distance blows apart, scattering the other three Saiba that had been encroaching on the tower alongside it. "Ha. That makes fifteen."
"Are you blowing ammunition of Saiba again, Pachino?" the lazily leaning Saiyan groans. "It's more fun to go out and blast 'em, you know."
"Maybe for meatheads like you, but I prefer this over wasting my own energy. Besides, now we don't have to worry about them for a few more hours." Pachino replies, straightening her posture and setting the beam rifle on its safety rack. "Where's the new guy?"
"Last I saw, whining about a headache. Should be on patrol." the other replies, shrugging. "He's behaving at least - the Commander said we may have to cage the guy once in a while."
"So he's cracked? Great." Pachino grunts, rolling her eyes. She reaches up to her scouter, pressing the transmission switch. "Otoma, you mud hoppers have anything to report?"
A tall Saiyan sporting a short mullet and light green armor reaches up to his scouter, listening.
"Otoma here... No, nothing much." he says, scanning the Wastes visually. "Nothing we can't handle, anyway. No signs of Tuffle activity at least."
Otoma turns, gazing over at the skyline of the ruined city in the distance. A hazy purple hangs over the city, and he grimaces.
"I heard a rifle shot - was that you? ...Oh, just Saiba?" Otoma continues, turning to leap to the top of a pillar of stone. "We've run into a few of those, but they haven't been too problematic. There was a Tennenman variant that gave us a scare a few hours ago."
Otoma smirks and looks down, spotting another Saiyan with knee-length wild hair.
"He's here. Probably ignoring you." Otoma chuckles. He checks around, and drops back to ground level again, approaching the other Saiyan. "Yeah yeah, we're almost done. See you goons soon."
Otoma stops a few feet from the other Saiyan, and jabs a thumb over his shoulder.
"Let's go, Lottus. We've got one more round to do, and then we're heading back to base." Otoma barks.
Lottus, leaning against a stone wall, grunts, wiping blood from his nostrils. His head was absolutely throbbing, like nails pressing against the back of his eyes. He pushes off the stone, and starts past Otoma. The Saiyan watches Lottus, his eyes narrowing as Lottus wordlessly walks past.
"Well, let's get it done then." Lottus rasps, his throat sore.
Only three months ago, Lottus had been part of an unplanned mission - Tuffles had been moving a Destron bomb underground, aiming to get the device to Sadala to detonate it. Lottus' commander at the time, Vocado, had slapped together a response team.
The mission was ultimately a success, though several Saiyans were killed. The Tuffles in question had also been killed - buried underground by tremors caused by the fighting. Lottus had been particularly unfortunate - a large stone had fallen, piercing the inactive bomb. Because he had been standing near the device, a spray of aerosolized Destron had gotten Lottus full in the face.
Lottus had only escaped the collapsing cavern because of Vocado, who had dragged Lottus out as the tunnel collapsed around them. After that, Lottus had been left to the healing chambers. Fortunately, Lottus had not breathed in the Destron, but it had still entered his body through his eyes and skin. The doctors said he was lucky to be alive at all - which was true. There were seldom, if ever, people that survived being sprayed with the gas.
But Lottus had begun suffering from almost daily headaches, which sometimes felt like someone putting power drills to his temples. The bleeding had been a recent development - mostly he had nose bleeds; but the condition had started to escalate into bloody tears, and even spots of blood in his ear canals.
But there was still a war to fight; and he had not been pardoned by the throne. He likely never would be, he knew. Worse, the headaches were also affecting his temper, which had become a short fuse to put it mildly. This new team, a patrol squad, had been his reassignment when Lottus was determined unfit for duty.
"Lottus, we're heading north, not east. Get your head on straight." Otoma grunts. "...You still messed up? That Tennenman did get a mean hit in on you."
"I'll live." Lottus grunts in response.
"Unfortunately, yeah. Let's get this patrol done - I'm getting hungry." Otoma replies, frowning.
Lottus throws a dirty look at Otoma, who smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Got a problem with what I said?" Otoma says in a challenging tone. "I hope you do; you've been a headache for the rest of us. Pretty good for a Low Class runt with a battle power lower than two thousand."
Lottus' eyes narrow, and he turns fully to Otoma.
"Ohhh, I hope you try it." Otoma sneers. "You've got a battle power of eighteen hundred - mine is four thousand. You go right ahead. I could use the entertainment."
Lottus presses a palm against his forehead, leering at Otoma.
"...Whatever." Lottus mutters, turning away - much to Otoma's amusement.
WC: 917
Solo will consist of multiple posts, so more to come!
Solo will consist of multiple posts, so more to come!