Dragon Ball Revolution (IC, OPEN)
Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2019 6:52 pm
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Chris
Another day, another chunk of time and potential wasted. It'd been three days since he even got the faintest bit of action, and that action was near harmless people getting executed. He'd already decided that he needed to find a way to defect from the PTO and either start a new life or somehow take the fight to them. Much easier said than done. He was at best, slightly above average. It wasn't like he could just go take on an army all on his own. The only thing he did have was quite a bit of information on PTO strongholds, factories, and such. Which would be quite valuable to the right people, he just had to find them.
As he went about his daily patrols, he picked up a transmission. A distress call. Well, it had to be more entertaining than just sitting around looking at the bleak nothingness of space. He turned it on and was audibly assaulted by the message: "HELP! It's the PLO! It's gotta be them! Anyone who can hear this: SEND BACK UP! I don't know what happened, but they're not screwing around!" The message cut out and then a set of coordinates popped up. He blinked a few times, realizing the opportunity. The PLO was a joke. At least that's all he heard about them, but the distress call seemed to indicate otherwise.
He punched in the coordinates and the ship shot in the direction of the call. He felt his gut sink as he slumped into his chair. There was a choice to be made and he wasn't sure that he was going to like it. The ship exited from hyperspeed outside a planet that had several ships that were clearly marked as PLO and several others that were PTO. Some trying to escape while others brought reinforcements down to the planet. He sigh and grit his teeth. It was now or never. He shot his ship down towards the PTO ones. The ship landed and as it opened the hatch, Chris did a quick scan to see what troops were the biggest threat. Most of them were at 2,000 or below, but there was definitely going to be more coming.
He climbed out of his ship and the strongest of them approached him. "Officer Chris! Glad you're here. We've got-"
"I'm aware of the situation." He spoke with a hard look on his face. "There's been a change of plans."
"We can't retreat! Lord Glacier will-" His words were cut off as a pair of red blast obliterated his head. The other soldiers barely had time to react before the scorching rays ripped them apart and sliced into the ships, rendering most of them completely inoperable. the glowing from his eyes ceased and he sighed.
This was going to get him killed.
Chris
Another day, another chunk of time and potential wasted. It'd been three days since he even got the faintest bit of action, and that action was near harmless people getting executed. He'd already decided that he needed to find a way to defect from the PTO and either start a new life or somehow take the fight to them. Much easier said than done. He was at best, slightly above average. It wasn't like he could just go take on an army all on his own. The only thing he did have was quite a bit of information on PTO strongholds, factories, and such. Which would be quite valuable to the right people, he just had to find them.
As he went about his daily patrols, he picked up a transmission. A distress call. Well, it had to be more entertaining than just sitting around looking at the bleak nothingness of space. He turned it on and was audibly assaulted by the message: "HELP! It's the PLO! It's gotta be them! Anyone who can hear this: SEND BACK UP! I don't know what happened, but they're not screwing around!" The message cut out and then a set of coordinates popped up. He blinked a few times, realizing the opportunity. The PLO was a joke. At least that's all he heard about them, but the distress call seemed to indicate otherwise.
He punched in the coordinates and the ship shot in the direction of the call. He felt his gut sink as he slumped into his chair. There was a choice to be made and he wasn't sure that he was going to like it. The ship exited from hyperspeed outside a planet that had several ships that were clearly marked as PLO and several others that were PTO. Some trying to escape while others brought reinforcements down to the planet. He sigh and grit his teeth. It was now or never. He shot his ship down towards the PTO ones. The ship landed and as it opened the hatch, Chris did a quick scan to see what troops were the biggest threat. Most of them were at 2,000 or below, but there was definitely going to be more coming.
He climbed out of his ship and the strongest of them approached him. "Officer Chris! Glad you're here. We've got-"
"I'm aware of the situation." He spoke with a hard look on his face. "There's been a change of plans."
"We can't retreat! Lord Glacier will-" His words were cut off as a pair of red blast obliterated his head. The other soldiers barely had time to react before the scorching rays ripped them apart and sliced into the ships, rendering most of them completely inoperable. the glowing from his eyes ceased and he sighed.
This was going to get him killed.