Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2023 16:50:23 GMT -5
Something had changed in Lyla as of late. Like a switch had flipped, and the ever-tired, selfishly invested scientist had turned into an ever-tired NATIONALISTIC, selfishly invested scientist. Her research on Earth was cut short in favor of a flight back to Hatchi, just in time to hear the Empire had shown up at their door - the SAIYAN'S door, to be exact - and delivered something of an ultimatum. They hadn't even considered consulting the Tuffles, assuming them to be entirely under the heel of their conquerors. Conquerors? Since when did she start using such accusatory terminology? Lyla's head ached.
Yatapi was gone. Vanished. Not a trace of the man remained anywhere on Plant, and any known associates had summarily gone with him. Lyla had cussed out the technician who had told her that. Thrown an expensive device at the wall hard enough for it to shatter. The woman apologized, said she was stressed, and took a break. She had tried to distract herself from the strange flood of obsessive feelings by working on a problem that still plagued Plant: Destron and the environmental damage it had wrought. It had apparently been solved AT LEAST TWICE by different people, but the solution was never given to the Tuffles at large. Not from what she could see, at least. Lyla's head hurt.
She stumbled outside. Away from the people, the noise, the laboratories. "What's wrong with me?" Lyla collapsed upon a bench, splashing some water from her flask upon her face. Everything was wrong. Was she sick? No fever, no runny nose, sore throat, coughing. Mental ailment? Stress, maybe. She'd never been stressed enough for THIS to occur before. Lyla's head throbbed.
Yatapi was gone. Vanished. Not a trace of the man remained anywhere on Plant, and any known associates had summarily gone with him. Lyla had cussed out the technician who had told her that. Thrown an expensive device at the wall hard enough for it to shatter. The woman apologized, said she was stressed, and took a break. She had tried to distract herself from the strange flood of obsessive feelings by working on a problem that still plagued Plant: Destron and the environmental damage it had wrought. It had apparently been solved AT LEAST TWICE by different people, but the solution was never given to the Tuffles at large. Not from what she could see, at least. Lyla's head hurt.
She stumbled outside. Away from the people, the noise, the laboratories. "What's wrong with me?" Lyla collapsed upon a bench, splashing some water from her flask upon her face. Everything was wrong. Was she sick? No fever, no runny nose, sore throat, coughing. Mental ailment? Stress, maybe. She'd never been stressed enough for THIS to occur before. Lyla's head throbbed.
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