Post by Vennel on Apr 21, 2021 19:00:17 GMT -5
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{OOC Info}
[OOC:] Vennel's Thread Power Level: 31'000 [Weights set her power to 21,000 for the purpose of battle calculations.]
Items: Scouter, Training Weights
Items: Scouter, Training Weights
The heat was brutal— blistering winds blew through the scant number of rocky outcroppings that dotted the sands in the Saiba Wastes. Even now, as the sun was setting, a lone saiyan toiled at setting up a camp for herself. The camp was a small set up, a small fire with a tarp angled towards the direction of the wind— being battered as the occasional gust picked up. It was enough, the saiyan hoped, to keep the encroaching dunes from mounting up and over where she planned to bunker down for the night.
The saiyan was clad in her pink, weighted training coat, and adorned in rather humble red armor. She had only just set up a fire, where a small hunk of green meat was being roasted over a spit. The smoke from the fire was rising high into the air, and while not the safest, she figured if she cooked during the daylight hours her fire wouldn't have to stay on at night. Thus she could save herself from the light giving away her position, the saiyan reasoned.
She poked at the fire with a small twig she didn't bother to use for the fire, the tip was blackened from exposure to the flame when used to prod bits of cooling wood or ash away. "Almost done," she said to herself, as she smelled the saiba beast meat reaching the usual smell it had from being cooked all the way through.
Saiba meat wasn't the best, but it didn't cost anything to get her own, and she was quite frankly getting tired of just eating the cheat nutri-paste tubes she usually carried as rations. She tapped her scouter, taking in the ambient energy readings, and making sure there was no one advancing on her position. And nothing worth worrying about seemed to come up, just a couple power clusters here and there— and based on their levels, not a threatening amount of saiba beasts, and they were fairly far off to boot.
Getting bored of waiting for her food to cook, she sat up off the crate she was sitting on, and unlatched the seal, opening up the top to take a look at the contents. The crate itself wasn't terribly large, maybe four-by-four feet, but the contents, despite their number or size, were what she was worried about. Inside were the remains of some tuffle weapons and scouters, recovered from her recent descent into the Destron Depths, with Pitt and Mayze. She'd found the crate separate from the tech, but this had been her haul from the trip— so it was her job now to see it back to Sadala for inspection. With any luck they could find some use for the tech within the Shredder Corps as the drums of war began to beat once again. The woman was naturally excited at the prospect, and with what Pitt and Vocado were talking about back during the group training session, it seemed that time was coming soon.
With a grin on her lips, she ensured the tech was still operational before resealing the crate and hopping back on it as her make-shift seat, while she tended her cooking meal for the evening.
WC - 533 |
TWC - 533 |