Post by Mel “Tarine” Tomago on Jun 19, 2023 18:14:56 GMT -5
As the battle for Hatchi (and Plant itself) progressed, soldier and civilian alike were forced to band together if they wished to escape with their lives intact. Old grudges may not have been completely forgotten but with unwavering efficiency they moved to evacuate those most at risk from the powers clashing overhead.
This lead to a half-organised gathering of Saiya and Tuffle vessels on the outskirts of Hatchi. After the first round of wounded were loaded and handed over to the medical staff, waves of anxious civilians were beginning to be loaded on board as vehicles continued to rush in and out of the city to pick up any stragglers they could find.
Things continued at a relatively steady pace for a while, though it didn’t go unnoticed the reports from inside the city grew steadily more hectic, some kind of gas attack early on had choked out some of the strongest among the military personnel ordered to defend the city and halted the evacuation of some areas until later. Which then turned into other equally concerning reports of one of Taori’s commanders being struck down and gravely injured along with either a soldier losing control of their Oozaru or one of Lottus’ allies becoming much bolder in their attempts to destroy large swathes of Tuffle infrastructure.
Of course even more concerning was what could be learned even without direct intel from within the city. Scouters and those blessed with higher senses had detected the arrival of several powers rivalling the king and those who were previously thought to have been the only ones to grasp strength only spoken of in legends, practically doubling the amount of known people to possess such strength in this part of the galaxy. In simpler terms it worried those in charge and with the king and chancellor otherwise far too preoccupied to send out orders it left this camp without direction- and while they were trying their best to handle as many evacuees as possible, if the battle spilled out of Hatchi (and as far as they knew it could) then it could very well spell the doom of anyone caught in the crossfire.
It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but with the safety of those already here at the forefront the militia picked up the pace, barking orders and stating in no uncertain terms the ships were leaving and if people refused to get on now then they’d either have to stay put or hope they could find their way to one of the other evacuation zones. Some protested, or even started panicking at the idea, but what it definitely did was cause people to rush into the crafts at a much faster rate than before.
As for Tarine… he wasn’t aware of much of the current situation. After he’d been thrown to a very perplexed and fearful crowd by a gargantuan bloodstained, insectoid beast they at first didn’t want much to do with the humanoid offering. Fortunately(?) the fact he was beginning to turn blue from the forced struggle and evacuation of air from his system stirred some to action and he was eventually brought back to a haze of noise and movement as he gasped for air. He felt weak and dizzy, throbbing pain seemed to permeate his head and every other part of his body as he tried to make sense of everything. A voice told him to not move… but he couldn’t… he’d been defending… Tuffles were attacked…
Against all advice he slowly pushed himself up despite his body resisting the effort, eyes attempting to adjust to the light as unclear shapes faded in- then he saw it. A tail. It was them, they attacked- they attacked he wasn’t done he had to protect-
“You…”
It wasn’t even a good lunge, by all accounts he was completely drained of energy and forcing himself to function on the fumes. If people hadn’t tried to pull him back he probably would have tripped. Still he tried to struggle, weakly attempting to swat and claw at the sight in front of him in a barely-focused rage.
“You won’t- don’t touch them! They're my…it’s my… my…”
Something sharp plunged into him and he went limp. With no other option and what seemed to be an outburst born from stress, delirium or any other unknown adverse effects of his injuries, the consensus was a seemingly volatile patient like him would have to remain unconscious until he could be looked over in a proper medical bay, and so he was dragged aboard one of the vessels with the rest of the injured.
This lead to a half-organised gathering of Saiya and Tuffle vessels on the outskirts of Hatchi. After the first round of wounded were loaded and handed over to the medical staff, waves of anxious civilians were beginning to be loaded on board as vehicles continued to rush in and out of the city to pick up any stragglers they could find.
Things continued at a relatively steady pace for a while, though it didn’t go unnoticed the reports from inside the city grew steadily more hectic, some kind of gas attack early on had choked out some of the strongest among the military personnel ordered to defend the city and halted the evacuation of some areas until later. Which then turned into other equally concerning reports of one of Taori’s commanders being struck down and gravely injured along with either a soldier losing control of their Oozaru or one of Lottus’ allies becoming much bolder in their attempts to destroy large swathes of Tuffle infrastructure.
Of course even more concerning was what could be learned even without direct intel from within the city. Scouters and those blessed with higher senses had detected the arrival of several powers rivalling the king and those who were previously thought to have been the only ones to grasp strength only spoken of in legends, practically doubling the amount of known people to possess such strength in this part of the galaxy. In simpler terms it worried those in charge and with the king and chancellor otherwise far too preoccupied to send out orders it left this camp without direction- and while they were trying their best to handle as many evacuees as possible, if the battle spilled out of Hatchi (and as far as they knew it could) then it could very well spell the doom of anyone caught in the crossfire.
It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but with the safety of those already here at the forefront the militia picked up the pace, barking orders and stating in no uncertain terms the ships were leaving and if people refused to get on now then they’d either have to stay put or hope they could find their way to one of the other evacuation zones. Some protested, or even started panicking at the idea, but what it definitely did was cause people to rush into the crafts at a much faster rate than before.
As for Tarine… he wasn’t aware of much of the current situation. After he’d been thrown to a very perplexed and fearful crowd by a gargantuan bloodstained, insectoid beast they at first didn’t want much to do with the humanoid offering. Fortunately(?) the fact he was beginning to turn blue from the forced struggle and evacuation of air from his system stirred some to action and he was eventually brought back to a haze of noise and movement as he gasped for air. He felt weak and dizzy, throbbing pain seemed to permeate his head and every other part of his body as he tried to make sense of everything. A voice told him to not move… but he couldn’t… he’d been defending… Tuffles were attacked…
Against all advice he slowly pushed himself up despite his body resisting the effort, eyes attempting to adjust to the light as unclear shapes faded in- then he saw it. A tail. It was them, they attacked- they attacked he wasn’t done he had to protect-
“You…”
It wasn’t even a good lunge, by all accounts he was completely drained of energy and forcing himself to function on the fumes. If people hadn’t tried to pull him back he probably would have tripped. Still he tried to struggle, weakly attempting to swat and claw at the sight in front of him in a barely-focused rage.
“You won’t- don’t touch them! They're my…it’s my… my…”
Something sharp plunged into him and he went limp. With no other option and what seemed to be an outburst born from stress, delirium or any other unknown adverse effects of his injuries, the consensus was a seemingly volatile patient like him would have to remain unconscious until he could be looked over in a proper medical bay, and so he was dragged aboard one of the vessels with the rest of the injured.
Thread Info
Tarine - 20,000PL - Antisense OFF (Temporarily unconscious, probably being detected as a much weaker PL also)
Items: Armour Lining, Turbo Energy Drink
WC: 784
Total: 784
Notes: Feel free to assume some details of the scene and control as many npcs as you like as long as it doesn’t conflict with the overall narrative. Keep in mind I would prefer entry posts to end in your characters boarding a ship as the current plan is to have them launch and remain in an area of space near Plant on the next round of posts with a possible timeskip of anywhere from an hour to a few hours to provide any injured entrants an excuse for why their character is awake and able to interact with other participants.
Items: Armour Lining, Turbo Energy Drink
WC: 784
Total: 784
Notes: Feel free to assume some details of the scene and control as many npcs as you like as long as it doesn’t conflict with the overall narrative. Keep in mind I would prefer entry posts to end in your characters boarding a ship as the current plan is to have them launch and remain in an area of space near Plant on the next round of posts with a possible timeskip of anywhere from an hour to a few hours to provide any injured entrants an excuse for why their character is awake and able to interact with other participants.