Post by Sheri on Jun 6, 2023 14:37:24 GMT -5
The Saiba Wastes. How long had she even been out here now?
She'd missed the final battle. Too drunk, too late, too slow. Whatever. High Command had sent her away, and she'd told them not to do that, and the war was lost. Stupid old men and women too far from the front lines to see the tide turning when it was ready to rear up and smack them in the face. The first few weeks had been bad. Patrols to dodge. Her own people, as well as the Saiyans. Trying to bring her back. Trying to bring them all back. The war was over. We lost. Time to pack up and go home.
Home?
War was her home.
Home wasn't living under a Saiyan boot.
Home wasn't wearing a slave's collar because someone with a gilded tongue told you it was fine.
She carved another chunk of the noxious saiba-meat off her catch and roasted it over the fire. The stuff was foul. Thick with the noxious acid that seemed to sustain the disgusting creatures. Soon, she'd be out of the alkaline solution that made them edible, and she'd have to risk another raid into enemy territory to gather more supplies.
She carved another chunk of the noxious saiba-meat off her catch and roasted it over the fire. The stuff was foul. Thick with the noxious acid that seemed to sustain the disgusting creatures. Soon, she'd be out of the alkaline solution that made them edible, and she'd have to risk another raid into enemy territory to gather more supplies.
Heh. Enemy territory.
The whole planet was enemy territory now.
Same as it ever was, she was just too blind to see it.
When she was younger she'd thought that they could find some common ground with the Saiyans and split the planet. Now she understood that was never possible. They didn't want to split it, they wanted the whole damn thing. Tuffles as nothing more than glorified pets, on their own damn planet. It made her sick to her stomach. She'd respected her enemy. Apparently, they'd never returned the favour.
Well. She'd find a way to change that, too.
The Wastes were still largely unclaimed. Bandits, rebels, and the native life made it too much of a pain in the ass to try and settle. Not to mention that there was precious little out here worth the bother. Her own little hovel was carefully camouflaged in a ravine; a cunning piece of work with nets and props made it look like a landslide. Her own carefully hidden powerlevel meant that nobody would give it a second thought.
The Wastes were still largely unclaimed. Bandits, rebels, and the native life made it too much of a pain in the ass to try and settle. Not to mention that there was precious little out here worth the bother. Her own little hovel was carefully camouflaged in a ravine; a cunning piece of work with nets and props made it look like a landslide. Her own carefully hidden powerlevel meant that nobody would give it a second thought.
Until, that is, the entire damned place shook with an explosion and the rocks gave way to reveal the makeshift camp beneath.
Cursing, Sheri grabbed up her rifle and hauled herself up. Bandits. A Saiyan Patrol had found them, and chased the bunch of alien misfits into her ravine. Three Saiyans, half a dozen bandits, by her count. All throwing energy blasts and strong words at each other as they worked to cave in her precious shelter.
"Just what I need." She mutters to herself, sighting in her rifle and reading the power levels of all the participants. Hn. Three Saiyans was more than she'd normally feel comfortable dealing with by herself, and the bandits were toast with or without her assistance.
"Just what I need." She mutters to herself, sighting in her rifle and reading the power levels of all the participants. Hn. Three Saiyans was more than she'd normally feel comfortable dealing with by herself, and the bandits were toast with or without her assistance.
What a damned bother.
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