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Post by Vocado on Sept 20, 2024 4:45:49 GMT -5
The ever-swirling maelstrom of space sped past Vocado's pod. Another cluster of planets came up on his scanner, and again he ignored them. Neutral worlds. Unaffiliated with any creed or doctrine or faction of note. For now, at least. Vocado would return for them one day. When his scouts deduced their resources. He had quite the large scouting party across space by now, and they'd given the battalion plenty of planets to work with so far.
Mogu. Tentive. La'Rasic. These were the first worlds already 'liberated' by Vocado's men, and they would not be the last. The gears were rusted. Creaking. But they had begun to turn. The war machine had not yet thrummed, but it certainly wheezed to life. A good sign.
What wasn't a good sign, however, was the blaring red E on his fuel gauge. Hours left on his trip to Arcose, there was no choice but to stop and refuel. Luckily, he wasn't far from a refueling station in neutral space. A space relay known as The Rift.
It was as hole-in-the-wall as a space station could get. A grime-ridden outer shell that sported a small trash orbit. Fires jetted from the thrusters in dangerous spurts, and there was a noticeable leak in the artificial oxygen layer. Someone, somewhere, had slapped a big fat wad of duct-tape over the rip, meaning it was now possible to breathe in the space station, though not quite as easy as one might hope.
Vocado's pod touched down at an empty refuel pad, and he rolled his eyes as the door to his pod hissed open.
Refueling a pod was no simple affair. Hours of time went into the process, doubly so with the outdated equipment found here, meaning he was stuck in the middle of nowhere for hours. A burly Kabochan trundled over to his pod, and stuck a big rusted tube into the side of Vocado's vessel. He shook his head in disappointment.
"Might as well grab something to eat..."
Vocado turned, and investigated his surroundings. The entry bay of The Rift was littered with noise and people. Market stalls selling wares, street vendors offering mystery meat and other foodie goods. In the crowd, a few social media influencers were recording their first time trying the food, and seemed to be having trouble getting down whatever odd concoction they'd had the misfortune of picking out to try.
Somewhere there was a sit-down restaurant. Past the stalls and the lights and the flare. There had to be.
Mogu. Tentive. La'Rasic. These were the first worlds already 'liberated' by Vocado's men, and they would not be the last. The gears were rusted. Creaking. But they had begun to turn. The war machine had not yet thrummed, but it certainly wheezed to life. A good sign.
What wasn't a good sign, however, was the blaring red E on his fuel gauge. Hours left on his trip to Arcose, there was no choice but to stop and refuel. Luckily, he wasn't far from a refueling station in neutral space. A space relay known as The Rift.
It was as hole-in-the-wall as a space station could get. A grime-ridden outer shell that sported a small trash orbit. Fires jetted from the thrusters in dangerous spurts, and there was a noticeable leak in the artificial oxygen layer. Someone, somewhere, had slapped a big fat wad of duct-tape over the rip, meaning it was now possible to breathe in the space station, though not quite as easy as one might hope.
Vocado's pod touched down at an empty refuel pad, and he rolled his eyes as the door to his pod hissed open.
Refueling a pod was no simple affair. Hours of time went into the process, doubly so with the outdated equipment found here, meaning he was stuck in the middle of nowhere for hours. A burly Kabochan trundled over to his pod, and stuck a big rusted tube into the side of Vocado's vessel. He shook his head in disappointment.
"Might as well grab something to eat..."
Vocado turned, and investigated his surroundings. The entry bay of The Rift was littered with noise and people. Market stalls selling wares, street vendors offering mystery meat and other foodie goods. In the crowd, a few social media influencers were recording their first time trying the food, and seemed to be having trouble getting down whatever odd concoction they'd had the misfortune of picking out to try.
Somewhere there was a sit-down restaurant. Past the stalls and the lights and the flare. There had to be.
PL: 100,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP 0/280
Active Buffs: N/A
Active Debuffs: N/A
ITEMS: Battle Armor, Arm Blaster, Sage Staff (2/2), Dyno Capsule
TRAITS: Zenkai (3/3), Saiyan Pride (Inactive), Impossible Recovery (1/1), Bulky (+10% HP), Noble Blood (+20% HP, +30% Crit Resist)
USED Resources: N/A
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP 0/280
Active Buffs: N/A
Active Debuffs: N/A
ITEMS: Battle Armor, Arm Blaster, Sage Staff (2/2), Dyno Capsule
TRAITS: Zenkai (3/3), Saiyan Pride (Inactive), Impossible Recovery (1/1), Bulky (+10% HP), Noble Blood (+20% HP, +30% Crit Resist)
USED Resources: N/A
