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Post by Chancellor Cheri on Mar 22, 2021 23:39:09 GMT -5
Cheri’s call of duty in life, that purpose she had sacrificed many decades of effort and time into, was to serve her people. In most respects this duty manifested in decently simple things, like making speeches, inspiring troops, maintaining the tuffle’s generally unified political and cultural integrity and bringing tuffles together tactically so as to militarily and morally crush the invading saiyan forces. All in a day’s work, as they say. However, on certain occasions, the call of duty was above and beyond what one, in the morning, staring at themselves in the mirror for five minutes and not seeing oneself on the other side, would expect of themselves. But, hey. It’s the right thing to do.
That was how Cheri found herself embedded deep within Vegetan territory, so elected as she was perhaps the tuffles’ greatest one fighter, and because this was an important mission indeed. In this one particular village, Tarbel Town, normally known for its relative peace, some inside sources had made it clear that, in one particular tavern, there would be important discussions regarding a major— as major as anything in this “‘ceasefire’” got— push against the frontier lands between that of the saiyans and that of the tuffles. Pesky saiyans; the closest thing they had to peace was still a form of war.
That was how Cheri found herself embedded deep within Vegetan territory, so elected as she was perhaps the tuffles’ greatest one fighter, and because this was an important mission indeed. In this one particular village, Tarbel Town, normally known for its relative peace, some inside sources had made it clear that, in one particular tavern, there would be important discussions regarding a major— as major as anything in this “‘ceasefire’” got— push against the frontier lands between that of the saiyans and that of the tuffles. Pesky saiyans; the closest thing they had to peace was still a form of war.
That was how Cheri found herself in the corner of the Vegetan tavern, dressed in the foul rags one would expect of a saiyan, with some illusions, holograms and other such technology making her hair and eyes seem black, with a few backups in case any one happened to fail. Hell, she even had a fake tail. With that get-up, resembling a generic saiyan (if rather short) and safely nestled in the corner of the tavern, she kept an ear out to hear any potential plans.
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