Post by Chancellor Cheri on Mar 22, 2021 8:15:27 GMT -5
Ah, the Saiba Wastes. Nowhere else in the galaxy could there be a place which took up so much of a planet’s surface and yet amounted to nothing positive— even normal, desolate but unsaiba’d wastes had the good grace to have a certain serenity to them, but this bit was wasted with destron, saibabeasts and the occasional saiyan.
And, yet, Cheri had to brave the wasteland from time to time, not only for much of the time it was the only way to deal with the consequences of the Vegetans doing something stupid— or rather, more stupid and malicious on a macro scale, as one can immediately tell an action is stupid if a Vegetan is doing it— but also in that, occasionally, Cheri would be obligated to tour the many ‘frontier’ military bases that decorated the planet like an ill-fitting belt.
Normally, such a tour wouldn’t be so bad. However, on this one particular day, at this one particular moment, Cheri was unfortunate enough to have her transit tampered with, leading to the high-speed flying hovercar (which, surprisingly enough, resembled a military Jeep™ with levitation pads attached) crash landing about halfway between military bases, leaving their vehicle in some state of disrepair.
And, yet, Cheri had to brave the wasteland from time to time, not only for much of the time it was the only way to deal with the consequences of the Vegetans doing something stupid— or rather, more stupid and malicious on a macro scale, as one can immediately tell an action is stupid if a Vegetan is doing it— but also in that, occasionally, Cheri would be obligated to tour the many ‘frontier’ military bases that decorated the planet like an ill-fitting belt.
Normally, such a tour wouldn’t be so bad. However, on this one particular day, at this one particular moment, Cheri was unfortunate enough to have her transit tampered with, leading to the high-speed flying hovercar (which, surprisingly enough, resembled a military Jeep™ with levitation pads attached) crash landing about halfway between military bases, leaving their vehicle in some state of disrepair.
Cheri was not alone, of course, for she had some of her trusted soldiers with her. Purumu and Pechu were busy getting the vehicle in working order— tuffle brilliance was such that, even if you smashed a car into the forest at Mach 10, you could probably get it to go at Mach 12 with some sticky tape, some WD-40,000 and five minutes— while Cheri herself, as the most powerful and martially capable of the group, was keeping an eye out for power signatures with her scouter and, just in case, kept a more literal eye out for movement in what very possibly could end up a saiba-infested forest.
5kPL and a Scouter