Post by Cato on Jul 11, 2023 17:13:52 GMT -5
DESTRON TIDES
1018 - South of Fort Galebreak, Vegeta Region
1018 - South of Fort Galebreak, Vegeta Region
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The Siege of Fort Galebreak continues! Fresh supplies and materiel have reached the beleaguered defenders, thanks to the diligent efforts of the Jinhi Engineer Battalion. The Lychee-Jinhi underground rail network will soon begin supplying new weapons and replacement soldiers to the fort, while the Saiyans and their brutish raiders are denied their game. Countless assaults have broken against the fortress walls, and even the once-feared Great Ape has proven useless in the face of Tuffle ingenuity and the unbreaking spirit of the brave conquerors of Galebreak.
Missive from the Sadala Capital
To: Combat Officers, Wastes Front
To: Combat Officers, Wastes Front
Fort Galebreak must be retaken within the week. Our informants suggest the Tuffles plan to take advantage of its position within our lines to launch some new attack towards the heart of our territory. Nothing is confirmed, but the belief is that they may have produced some new launch mechanism or droid for targeted Destron attacks. Your orders are to retake Galebreak at any cost. The Galebreak clan has humiliated itself with its defeat. If you follow them, it will be to the grave.
{Spoiler}{Kyuri Bloodbrand - PL 4,000}
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Kyuri trudged through the mud, shoving some over-eager private out of her way in the process. If there was one thing she couldn't stand about this war, it was all these murky and miserable trench systems that the low-class types seemed to insist on. She heard all the excuses for them already, but it didn't change much in her mind. Every week the Tuffles had some new arm blaster, or there was a new strain of Destron, or they had conceived of some new attack droid. It was the same story, again and again, and by now it was clear that was just a charade to excuse weakness. No true Saiyan would conceive of hiding in mud from such a weak people and their cowardly inventions.
Of course, the other 'combat officers' were in a panic over the new missive that had come in. Kyuri had already burned her copy. Not only had the last half dozen attempts to take the vaunted Fort Galebreak ended in disaster, but the losses they had suffered all but doomed their next attack. If it was up to her, they would just blow the fortress away and be done with it. At least that would extinguish the same of the Galebreak clan. But no--the Tuffles had taken prisoners, and the spineless administrators in Sadala feared spilling royal blood.
Kyuri pulled herself up out of the trench near the end of the line. Most of the nobles and officers were dining near an old rotted-out tree, and as difficult to stomach as their company could be, it was better than ducking from arm blasts with the scum. There was a large black canvas pinned up against the tree, to keep the area sheltered from the wind. She knew well it wasn't a little breeze that concerned the warriors here: it was what came with the breeze. The stench of death and Destron was everywhere here, and even these vaunted nobles quivered over it.
They would have to get over their fears quickly if they hoped to follow their orders.
Fort Galebreak loomed large in the distance, a silhouette that was fading in the dying hours of the day. It wasn't far: a couple of minutes away in a controlled flying formation. The problem was that Galebreak was surrounded by nothing but open fields, leaving little cover for any approaching attacker. It was a marvel the Tuffles had ever taken the fort: such was the Galebreak clan's great disgrace. At a glance, it almost looked like a massive lake ran between the trench line and the fort's outer walls. In truth, it was little more than the perverse way the sun reflected off of the Destron fog. Beneath the inky purplish-blue lay countless fallen Saiyans, mostly forgotten. Nameless low-class warrior of little means and less power. They were near worthless, which still made them too good to die over the Galebreak clan's stolen home.
"We can pull twenty-five soldiers from the incursion into Berri," said one of the warriors, as he stoked an ill-advised campfire.
Kyuri recognized him as belonging to some minor clan she didn't much care for. Spinehewer or Skullfracture or Toothbreaker or some other name someone had made up ten years ago, in the hopes that someone would be fooled into thinking they had an ounce of actual noble blood. If she'd had any patience, she would have told him to stamp out the light. It might help guide Tuffle attacks when the sun finally flickered out for the night. But it would be his head, not hers--she wasn't made of weak stuff like the rest of them.
"That won't work," an older soldier replied. "It would take them days to get out of there safely. The Tuffles are harassing the roads right through to the edge of the province."
"What about the Radditsu Garrison?" another voice chimed in. "If there's ever a time to call in the reserves, it's now."
There was a silence, before the first soldier looked to Kyuri.
"Ah--what do you think, ma'am?"
Kyuri settled down on an old stump and helped herself to the nearest ration pack, tearing it open. She had never managed to find a taste for rations, but most of the warriors here were more concerned by fresh orders than with hunting for fresh food. She picked out a piece of something, some kind of dried protein and fruit. Someone had said there were five hundred calories in a bite, as if that should mean something to her. She took a bite, and let question linger on the air. It was only after she'd finished chewing that she finally met the other Saiyan's gaze.
"I think you're all cowards," she said, flatly. She knew she wouldn't win any friends with her comments, but these weren't the sort of people a Bloodbrand should ever sully themselves to associate with. "We're sitting here attacking the walls over and over again in the hopes of, what--them running out of ammunition? Their Destron stores expiring? I don't know if you've checked, but that gas lasts forever. It wouldn't take more than two or three of us to level that entire fortress and everyone in it. Then we could get out of here and move back on the offensive."
"But, the King's--"
Kyuri practically spit at the warrior. All of the worst families on Plant counted themselves amongst royalty. For all she knew, the Toothchewers or Skullrenders or whatever clan this man counted himself among was one of them. Third cousin of the girlfriend of the advisor of the King's first wife or something.
"We have more discarded royals in this army than we know what to do with," she interrupted. "If anyone with royal blood was stupid enough to let themselves get captured by the Tuffles, then it's not our problem. We shouldn't let our entire war effort stall to save some idiot cousin from a cadet house nobody has cared about since before we left Sadala."
"I say we blast everything."
Of course, the other 'combat officers' were in a panic over the new missive that had come in. Kyuri had already burned her copy. Not only had the last half dozen attempts to take the vaunted Fort Galebreak ended in disaster, but the losses they had suffered all but doomed their next attack. If it was up to her, they would just blow the fortress away and be done with it. At least that would extinguish the same of the Galebreak clan. But no--the Tuffles had taken prisoners, and the spineless administrators in Sadala feared spilling royal blood.
Kyuri pulled herself up out of the trench near the end of the line. Most of the nobles and officers were dining near an old rotted-out tree, and as difficult to stomach as their company could be, it was better than ducking from arm blasts with the scum. There was a large black canvas pinned up against the tree, to keep the area sheltered from the wind. She knew well it wasn't a little breeze that concerned the warriors here: it was what came with the breeze. The stench of death and Destron was everywhere here, and even these vaunted nobles quivered over it.
They would have to get over their fears quickly if they hoped to follow their orders.
Fort Galebreak loomed large in the distance, a silhouette that was fading in the dying hours of the day. It wasn't far: a couple of minutes away in a controlled flying formation. The problem was that Galebreak was surrounded by nothing but open fields, leaving little cover for any approaching attacker. It was a marvel the Tuffles had ever taken the fort: such was the Galebreak clan's great disgrace. At a glance, it almost looked like a massive lake ran between the trench line and the fort's outer walls. In truth, it was little more than the perverse way the sun reflected off of the Destron fog. Beneath the inky purplish-blue lay countless fallen Saiyans, mostly forgotten. Nameless low-class warrior of little means and less power. They were near worthless, which still made them too good to die over the Galebreak clan's stolen home.
"We can pull twenty-five soldiers from the incursion into Berri," said one of the warriors, as he stoked an ill-advised campfire.
Kyuri recognized him as belonging to some minor clan she didn't much care for. Spinehewer or Skullfracture or Toothbreaker or some other name someone had made up ten years ago, in the hopes that someone would be fooled into thinking they had an ounce of actual noble blood. If she'd had any patience, she would have told him to stamp out the light. It might help guide Tuffle attacks when the sun finally flickered out for the night. But it would be his head, not hers--she wasn't made of weak stuff like the rest of them.
"That won't work," an older soldier replied. "It would take them days to get out of there safely. The Tuffles are harassing the roads right through to the edge of the province."
"What about the Radditsu Garrison?" another voice chimed in. "If there's ever a time to call in the reserves, it's now."
There was a silence, before the first soldier looked to Kyuri.
"Ah--what do you think, ma'am?"
Kyuri settled down on an old stump and helped herself to the nearest ration pack, tearing it open. She had never managed to find a taste for rations, but most of the warriors here were more concerned by fresh orders than with hunting for fresh food. She picked out a piece of something, some kind of dried protein and fruit. Someone had said there were five hundred calories in a bite, as if that should mean something to her. She took a bite, and let question linger on the air. It was only after she'd finished chewing that she finally met the other Saiyan's gaze.
"I think you're all cowards," she said, flatly. She knew she wouldn't win any friends with her comments, but these weren't the sort of people a Bloodbrand should ever sully themselves to associate with. "We're sitting here attacking the walls over and over again in the hopes of, what--them running out of ammunition? Their Destron stores expiring? I don't know if you've checked, but that gas lasts forever. It wouldn't take more than two or three of us to level that entire fortress and everyone in it. Then we could get out of here and move back on the offensive."
"But, the King's--"
Kyuri practically spit at the warrior. All of the worst families on Plant counted themselves amongst royalty. For all she knew, the Toothchewers or Skullrenders or whatever clan this man counted himself among was one of them. Third cousin of the girlfriend of the advisor of the King's first wife or something.
"We have more discarded royals in this army than we know what to do with," she interrupted. "If anyone with royal blood was stupid enough to let themselves get captured by the Tuffles, then it's not our problem. We shouldn't let our entire war effort stall to save some idiot cousin from a cadet house nobody has cared about since before we left Sadala."
"I say we blast everything."
This is set in 1018. The Tuffles have captured a fort from a now-disgraced Saiyan clan, and seem to be threatening to launch an offensive or attack of their own. Sadala wants the fort recaptured, but refuses to allow its destruction due to the presence of distant royal relatives now being held in the dungeons.
The Saiyans debate how best to handle the capture of Fort Galebreak, while the Tuffles shore up their defenses.
This thread is open to: Vocado . After the Action Thread concludes, Taori and Lottus can join as well.
The Saiyans debate how best to handle the capture of Fort Galebreak, while the Tuffles shore up their defenses.
This thread is open to: Vocado . After the Action Thread concludes, Taori and Lottus can join as well.