Post by Chancellor Cheri on Mar 27, 2021 21:51:07 GMT -5
The war was over! Well, no, the war wasn't over. The war just wasn't active. This was an armistice. A pause to the war. Some people, who would hold the hope of peace close to their hearts, would be glad such a thing could exist in such a terrible time. They might say it represented the possibility of real peace, shining through even through the darkest smogs of conflict. Such people would loathe to realise two things: for one, this was not an armistice so much as the eye of the storm, that fragile, temporary stillness that came immediately before it got worse again. The second being that, while the war wasn't as active as it had been previously, and while some were calling it a ceasefire, battles were going on all the same. After all, what did you expect? The inherent battle-seeking nature of a saiyan would not be dulled because some politician or lieutenant told them to just fight each other for a bit. The war was on hold, but the battles churned on as always. Perhaps not so grand, perhaps with less monstrous technology on display, and perhaps with far more gueriila tactics than before, but they were still there.
Cheri was a busy woman, always having to be somewhere, and occasionally multiple somewheres at the same time. Speeches, politics, tactics and grand strategy, as well as, increasingly, being personally on the battlefield— on the rare occasion, she'd even found the time to sleep. That was how she'd found herself here, somewhere in the haze between the Vegetan regime and Plant Unconquered. The soil was muddy and a green-brown, wet despite it not having rained here in a while. There was a very slight concentration of destron in the soil, you see, enough to ensure that plants could never grow here until the defilement was purified. Because of this, the slight amounts of destron in the soil could keep the water in there too without it ever evaporating away. It smelled poor, it squelshed when you walked over it and it wasn't all that interesting a battlespot in terms of cover or changing elevation, and, yet, this was where the 'frontline' sat. At least, in this part of the world.
Cheri was wearing a full disguise, a camouflage suit of the same green-brown as the soil, and continually kept near the ground (though, a saiyan would say, tuffles were always near the ground) while trudging along. She was not alone, either; a decent distance away, barely in eyesight range even were they undisguised, she had a squad with her. They were following her from a great distance so that, were she spotted and engaged with a powerful opponent, only she would need to fight with assistance given only if necessary and if worth the potential risk.
Unfortunately, depite the get-up, Cheri didn't have any way of hiding her ki. Hopefully nothing could sense her and attack... or, failing that, walk into her by complete dumb luck.
Cheri was a busy woman, always having to be somewhere, and occasionally multiple somewheres at the same time. Speeches, politics, tactics and grand strategy, as well as, increasingly, being personally on the battlefield— on the rare occasion, she'd even found the time to sleep. That was how she'd found herself here, somewhere in the haze between the Vegetan regime and Plant Unconquered. The soil was muddy and a green-brown, wet despite it not having rained here in a while. There was a very slight concentration of destron in the soil, you see, enough to ensure that plants could never grow here until the defilement was purified. Because of this, the slight amounts of destron in the soil could keep the water in there too without it ever evaporating away. It smelled poor, it squelshed when you walked over it and it wasn't all that interesting a battlespot in terms of cover or changing elevation, and, yet, this was where the 'frontline' sat. At least, in this part of the world.
Cheri was wearing a full disguise, a camouflage suit of the same green-brown as the soil, and continually kept near the ground (though, a saiyan would say, tuffles were always near the ground) while trudging along. She was not alone, either; a decent distance away, barely in eyesight range even were they undisguised, she had a squad with her. They were following her from a great distance so that, were she spotted and engaged with a powerful opponent, only she would need to fight with assistance given only if necessary and if worth the potential risk.
Unfortunately, depite the get-up, Cheri didn't have any way of hiding her ki. Hopefully nothing could sense her and attack... or, failing that, walk into her by complete dumb luck.
Cheri has 15,000PL. She is entering with a Scouter.
tldr; fight me