Post by Sen on Nov 30, 2023 7:47:41 GMT -5
The year is 1004. The Saiyans had pushed the Tuffles to their limit and have established a strong foothold on Plant, essentially becoming the planet's second people alongside the Tuffles. Despite the military's best efforts to push back against the invaders the native's military has so far failed, leaving them in a desperate position. Ever in search of a new edge against the Saiyans, the Tuffle government continually pushes for advances in both technology and tactics, leading to a new wave of officials replacing the old.
Sen could not speak on any changes occurring at the top of the food chain. The were above his concern as he was constantly reminded of by his Captain. Sen had done well to become a Corporal at his young age, but it wasn't enough for the Tuffle who was becoming more and more daring on the battlefield with each successful assignment. He had one concern in his life, which had been hammered into him from a very young age (unbeknownst to even Sen): killing Saiyans.
His squad consisted of himself, Cao, Mayo and Raza, as Sen let it be made known that they were a package deal. The military put them to use on minor tasks first, such as scouting and disarming active explosives in battlegrounds formerly fought on. It was kid stuff really, but they were kids so it's what they had to put up with. Sen was happy to help his country, but he knew that he was capable of doing a lot more than what they were asking of him, and let it be made known to any who would listen how he felt.
Eventually through his constant pushing he was able to acquire a bit more responsibility for his crew, and by now they were actually leading some assaults themselves. Obviously they weren't in charge of any of the major operations, as they were just four young soldiers still finding their way, but Sen felt as though he was really making a difference now. He was actually getting his hands on Saiyans now, and once they were in his grip they never got out of it.
But Sen was more than just a grunt. He understood that killing Saiyan soldiers in the field wasn't enough to win the war. If they were going to get rid of the plague that was currently occupying their planet then they were going to need a complete victory. They needed to target civilian encampments, and they needed to more thoroughly consider the re-introduction of Destron into military use. Sen felt as though it was too powerful a weapon to disband regardless of what the consequences might be.
Sen knew what the consequences of unimpeded Saiyan expansion were, and he'd much sooner take his chances with Destron. But the toxic gas was still a bit of a sore point among some Tuffles, and Sen didn't want to ruin his ascension of the ranks just yet. Better to wait until he was in a position to do something about it than to whine now. One day he'd get the opportunity to show just how useful Destron could be, but for now he could survive with just his hands.
Sen had just been delivered an assignment from Captain Ramphal that he was quite excited about. A small refueling station in the disputed lands had been overrun by Saiyans. Previously it had been controlled by Tuffles, but they had been ambushed in the fight and overwhelmed. Sen and his squad had been tasked with taking it back. The position had a strong strategic value to the brass and the fuel would be useful for future operations. It was exactly the sort of thing his men had been asking for.
He was just about to go out and meet them when he heard a knocking at his door. Sen didn't get many visitors, and certainly not any that were unannounced. His first thought was naturally a trap of some kind, then as he reached for his blaster a familiar voice called out to him from beyond the door. "Sen? I know you're in there. Hurry up and answer, would you." The Tuffle reached back in his mind and tried to recall where he had heard that voice before.
The Centre. Sen had been splitting his time between his military life and the Centre, which was where his studies were taking place. As a part of his military placement he had been given a full ride, though he didn't often take advantage of it it. Sen was only studying part time, as he didn't quite share the same sort of enthusiasm for science as many of his Tuffle brothers did. There were parts of his studies that he enjoyed, but only the fields that he thought might help him free his planet one day.
The voice coming from his door had been from a man that Sen had spoken to only a few times, and whose name he could only vaguely recall: Mikan. The Tuffle was heading a paper on genetics that Sen had decided to pass on, and strangely enough the lecturer actually sought him out and tried to convince him to enroll. In the end Sen decided to go ahead and drop one of his other papers to join up, more so to try and discover what Mikan's curiosity in him was more than anything else.
Sen had thus far failed to deduce the answer to that question, though this strange visit may provide more light on things. Sen got up from his bed and walked over to the door, pulling it open to see Mikan standing before him. The old man was soaking wet and clearly annoyed to have been kept waiting so long. "Well, you going to invite me in or what?" Sen didn't even get the chance to respond as Mikan waltzed by him, getting water all over his floor along the way.
"What are you doing here, Mikan? I don't recall inviting you to my home." Sen's military stipend wasn't enough to purchase a home by itself, but thankfully he had been given an inheritance of some sort from parents that he didn't know. Apparently they didn't care about their kid enough to raise him but they had no problem giving out enough so that he could live comfortably. Few people even knew about his home address, so how did Mikan get a hold of it?
"Watch your tone with me, boy. I'm your elder in case you've forgotten." Sen rolled his eyes before falling back into bed. "Well, please explain what you're doing here, Mikan." The old man took a seat at Sen's desk and looked over the room. "How are things here? I've looked over your results for the first semester. You did well, though only a B in Anomalous Materials? Tuffles do not settle for Bs. That's a Saiyan's score if I've ever seen one."
That comment felt out of place, and enough to get Sen's blood up. "What are you saying, old man? If Termel wants his students to get A's he should try teaching about something more interesting than some magical liquid metal that hardens instantly. He has no evidence to back up his claims and yet we're all supposed to believe it's true. Anyway... I'm doing fine, but that still doesn't really answer my question. You didn't come all the way here just to ask how I was doing, did you?"
Mikan looked a bit odd in response to that; almost ashamed even. The old man quickly stood up and mad for the door, turning back for a moment to say one final response. "Well... good seeing you anyway." After that he took off, too quick for Sen to get up and stop him. The young Tuffle scratched his head trying to figure out what had just happened here. "Mikan, you old fool... What has gotten into you?" Sen laughed as he feel back on his bed, barely able to hold in the excitement over the thought of his next assignment.
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Sen could not speak on any changes occurring at the top of the food chain. The were above his concern as he was constantly reminded of by his Captain. Sen had done well to become a Corporal at his young age, but it wasn't enough for the Tuffle who was becoming more and more daring on the battlefield with each successful assignment. He had one concern in his life, which had been hammered into him from a very young age (unbeknownst to even Sen): killing Saiyans.
His squad consisted of himself, Cao, Mayo and Raza, as Sen let it be made known that they were a package deal. The military put them to use on minor tasks first, such as scouting and disarming active explosives in battlegrounds formerly fought on. It was kid stuff really, but they were kids so it's what they had to put up with. Sen was happy to help his country, but he knew that he was capable of doing a lot more than what they were asking of him, and let it be made known to any who would listen how he felt.
Eventually through his constant pushing he was able to acquire a bit more responsibility for his crew, and by now they were actually leading some assaults themselves. Obviously they weren't in charge of any of the major operations, as they were just four young soldiers still finding their way, but Sen felt as though he was really making a difference now. He was actually getting his hands on Saiyans now, and once they were in his grip they never got out of it.
But Sen was more than just a grunt. He understood that killing Saiyan soldiers in the field wasn't enough to win the war. If they were going to get rid of the plague that was currently occupying their planet then they were going to need a complete victory. They needed to target civilian encampments, and they needed to more thoroughly consider the re-introduction of Destron into military use. Sen felt as though it was too powerful a weapon to disband regardless of what the consequences might be.
Sen knew what the consequences of unimpeded Saiyan expansion were, and he'd much sooner take his chances with Destron. But the toxic gas was still a bit of a sore point among some Tuffles, and Sen didn't want to ruin his ascension of the ranks just yet. Better to wait until he was in a position to do something about it than to whine now. One day he'd get the opportunity to show just how useful Destron could be, but for now he could survive with just his hands.
Sen had just been delivered an assignment from Captain Ramphal that he was quite excited about. A small refueling station in the disputed lands had been overrun by Saiyans. Previously it had been controlled by Tuffles, but they had been ambushed in the fight and overwhelmed. Sen and his squad had been tasked with taking it back. The position had a strong strategic value to the brass and the fuel would be useful for future operations. It was exactly the sort of thing his men had been asking for.
He was just about to go out and meet them when he heard a knocking at his door. Sen didn't get many visitors, and certainly not any that were unannounced. His first thought was naturally a trap of some kind, then as he reached for his blaster a familiar voice called out to him from beyond the door. "Sen? I know you're in there. Hurry up and answer, would you." The Tuffle reached back in his mind and tried to recall where he had heard that voice before.
The Centre. Sen had been splitting his time between his military life and the Centre, which was where his studies were taking place. As a part of his military placement he had been given a full ride, though he didn't often take advantage of it it. Sen was only studying part time, as he didn't quite share the same sort of enthusiasm for science as many of his Tuffle brothers did. There were parts of his studies that he enjoyed, but only the fields that he thought might help him free his planet one day.
The voice coming from his door had been from a man that Sen had spoken to only a few times, and whose name he could only vaguely recall: Mikan. The Tuffle was heading a paper on genetics that Sen had decided to pass on, and strangely enough the lecturer actually sought him out and tried to convince him to enroll. In the end Sen decided to go ahead and drop one of his other papers to join up, more so to try and discover what Mikan's curiosity in him was more than anything else.
Sen had thus far failed to deduce the answer to that question, though this strange visit may provide more light on things. Sen got up from his bed and walked over to the door, pulling it open to see Mikan standing before him. The old man was soaking wet and clearly annoyed to have been kept waiting so long. "Well, you going to invite me in or what?" Sen didn't even get the chance to respond as Mikan waltzed by him, getting water all over his floor along the way.
"What are you doing here, Mikan? I don't recall inviting you to my home." Sen's military stipend wasn't enough to purchase a home by itself, but thankfully he had been given an inheritance of some sort from parents that he didn't know. Apparently they didn't care about their kid enough to raise him but they had no problem giving out enough so that he could live comfortably. Few people even knew about his home address, so how did Mikan get a hold of it?
"Watch your tone with me, boy. I'm your elder in case you've forgotten." Sen rolled his eyes before falling back into bed. "Well, please explain what you're doing here, Mikan." The old man took a seat at Sen's desk and looked over the room. "How are things here? I've looked over your results for the first semester. You did well, though only a B in Anomalous Materials? Tuffles do not settle for Bs. That's a Saiyan's score if I've ever seen one."
That comment felt out of place, and enough to get Sen's blood up. "What are you saying, old man? If Termel wants his students to get A's he should try teaching about something more interesting than some magical liquid metal that hardens instantly. He has no evidence to back up his claims and yet we're all supposed to believe it's true. Anyway... I'm doing fine, but that still doesn't really answer my question. You didn't come all the way here just to ask how I was doing, did you?"
Mikan looked a bit odd in response to that; almost ashamed even. The old man quickly stood up and mad for the door, turning back for a moment to say one final response. "Well... good seeing you anyway." After that he took off, too quick for Sen to get up and stop him. The young Tuffle scratched his head trying to figure out what had just happened here. "Mikan, you old fool... What has gotten into you?" Sen laughed as he feel back on his bed, barely able to hold in the excitement over the thought of his next assignment.
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