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Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Lieutenant Dewberry •	Post by Lieutenant Dewberry on Apr 4, 2019 17:53:19 GMT -5 "I am well aware of the fighting condition of us, Triploy. That isn't my concern." Dewberry started directly at the xenomorph style alien in front of him as he spoke, his words leaving his mouth as hard as his grey eyes, unlike the black eyes of the brown alien across the white, metallic desk. Both were standing, as well as wearing the same uniform, the only differences in attire being the presence of a helmet on the more Human like man, as well as the very small symbol on his left breastplate signifying his rank. Despite the apparent difference in rank as well as species, both spoke as equals. This was typical for Dewberry. He didn't consider himself one for formalities when there was an absence of a real command. "You might be aware of our fighting condition, but my point is that we have no idea who we could summon with the flare." Dewberry took note of his second in command's tone, which was equally as confident, but still managed to have a concerned tone, in contrast to when he first met the soldier, who acted more know it all like other members of his species. "I tried to encrypt it, but it is dated to work with on that level. Who knows what will get it? The last thing we need is a Galactic Patrol showing up." Dewberry crossed his arms, bracing for the rambling of a similar argument he had debated before. Veteran soldier Triploy was no fool and his caution saved him in the past, but today he knew he had to take the risk. He was surprised to find that the spotted xeno closed his mouth. He wondered if Trippy was as tired as he was. "What other option do we have? It's either get off this rock or stay. It won't change and we don't have time to wait for a Frieza Force fleet to pass by." The Lieutenant reached up with his left hand to press into the button on his scouter to activate the short range comms. All the while not breaking eye contact with Triploy. "Activate the communications flare as soon as it is ready and monitor long range channels. Keep your eyes on the sky a prepare for a boarding op." "I appreciate your concerns, but we have other things to worry about now. Now get set for potential hostiles. Alert level is now a two." He returned his arms at his sides as he started to walk out, looking passed the lizard breed. His second hand man reluctantly nodded, his arms snapping to his sides as his form tightened up, a standard reaction after the constant drilling of military protocol. He then spun around and led the junior officer out of his own quarters and into the wasteland environment that was the outside. Other soldiers milled around, all of them looking uneasy. Neither of the two exiting the command office noticed that they both had their eyes locked on the heavens above, waiting for the stir of a vessel that could arrive at any moment.

A Distressed Beacon (Open Thread) Posted Apr 4, 2019 17:53:19 GMT -5 Edited by Lieutenant Dewberry Apr 5, 2019 19:33:35 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

I have nothing to say. Deleted •	Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 9:29:55 GMT -5 There was an odd sensation for the man when he had first woken up one day; he didn’t exactly know who it was, perhaps a gut feeling. Said emotions were what drove him forward lately. He didn’t exactly know better, and honestly? It felt like there wasn’t either. What else was out there, if he didn’t remember a thing? He could tell he wasn’t completely normal in the head— there was no chance he’d suddenly pop in out of nowhere and recollection of what happened priorly to those very moments. He didn’t ask himself questions, he did not think that he was crazy either. But, only, he sought answers that were undeniably out there and yet, hidden from the fighter’s sights. “*Tch, what a bother,” - mumbled the man under his breath as he had precisely been looking for something that could awaken something within himself but all he had left was a pod, also known for its powerful traveling capabilities. Of course, he didn’t know that. Or rather, remember it. Was it wrong of him to seek a possibility or rather small chance that a familiar sight would have perhaps brought back his memories to him? Probably not. So, he eventually snuck inside the vehicle and just tapped a few random buttons as he eyed what was about to happen; the door opened, and the short-haired man simply laid against the comfortable seat, with his arms folded over his chest as he sighed and just waited for anything to happen, but the only thing he could attend were the several numbers and lights until finally, the pod took off and launched the man into space. It was… a weird sensation. To look at such a void, filled with distant lights and stars, even there, he could barely remember much if not; this did indeed feel familiar. He flew for a period of time not even himself could keep count of, but that was until the quietness was broken off by a signal that came from a nearby planet. He didn’t exactly know what to make of it, as he simply just tapped a random light and suddenly, the pod shifted in course, running at high speed towards the globe as soon, from its surface a burning comet would be visible… one that came running without the slightest concern for any kind of obstacle, as the vehicle shattered through a formation of rocks piled on top of each other, causing the slightest vibration in the ground. Finally, the intergalactic space pod had created a relatively medium-sized crater as it stood silently, with the slightest trace of smoke coming from said impact. At once, its door… would not open. So, given that Cornatto was not quite the tech expert and all, he did the most rational thing he could think of at the moment— his fist passed through the door as it went flying, quite literally shattering it off its circumference structure and now… it was lacking power as well. The man, from a reassured expression, soon sweated as he gaped and watched the vehicle not respond to any kind of touch or command any longer. “...I am so fucking dumb.*” The Earthling Saiyan sighed as he let the palm of his hand rest over his expression, slowly brushing against its features as his idle expression turned into one of disappointment… maybe despair, too, but mostly displeasure... He hummed softly, with a hint of a growl being just gently suppressed as his tall form turned and his eyes followed its trail, looking for anything— anyone… but it was only just a wasteland, but surely, any other nearby or far should have been capable to perceive the Saiyan’s arrival. WC: 627 Lieutenant Dewberry

A Distressed Beacon (Open Thread) Posted Apr 7, 2019 9:29:55 GMT -5 Edited by Deleted Apr 7, 2019 9:30:26 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page I have nothing to say. Lieutenant Dewberry •	Post by Lieutenant Dewberry on Apr 7, 2019 20:01:50 GMT -5 It didn't take long for the green screen over his left eye to light up with information as a new power signature entered its range. Turning his head towards the source, he noticed a meteor shaped object crashing through the atmosphere far off. He might have been a simple low level, but he knew the shape of a deployment pod when he saw it. He recalled that it was popular choice of craft for special forces of both Frieza Force and Saiyan Empire strike groups. His thought process was interrupted by the same veteran he had been speaking with earlier. ”I know a pod when I see one. I am not detecting any others. Could be a scout.” He didn't look at the fellow blaster trooper, simply nodding as he milled over the possibilities. The last thing he would have expected was a foolish Saiyan not really knowing what he was doing. He was thinking whoever was landing knew what they were doing. ”Pirates don't run that way, nor the Galactic Patrol. Send out a patrol to observe from afar and round up a squad to respond.” He heard the movement of the soldier as they moved away to carry out their task. All the while he watched as the craft descended down and over the horizon. He had hoped it was reconnaissance of some force unseen above. The vessel wasn't even worthy of being called one, as it only seated one person. Even if he took over the pod from its occupant, he would have had to select someone to send out for help, a choice he had hoped to avoid making. --- He had received word from the scouts that a figure had exited the pod and was, to no surprise, Humanoid. It looked like a Saiyan, which both gave him hope and darkened his mood when he learned it. Saiyans weren't too special when it came to power level on average, but their warriors were often pretty substantial in strength. He was ready to make the order to put them down. He had seen the power level of the fighter well before they landed and it matched his. He knew he would be the one to do it if he had to. Triploy had returned with at least six other soldiers. Among the group he noted the orange, skull faced soldier named Keyutee, the blue Humanoid in similar attire as his own called Boysen, and a large reptilian he knew by the name of Apricot. Veteran and senior soldiers, they were the best fighters under his command, comparative to what he had to offer. He looked down the line, giving the rundown. ”A single pod crashed down, as you know. Keep your mouths shut, your ears open, and your eyes on the man who landed. I will do the talking and will issue the command to fight. Now let's move out, on me!” He then turned to where the scouter indicated the crash site and took off, his feet leaving the ground and blasting the dust from the spot he had been standing in. Other others quickly followed suit, creating a small cloud as they exploded off the ground and over the arid landscape. A bluish aura surrounded him and his men as they went along, not trying to waste time with some lethargic gliding. He didn't want to leave much of an opportunity for the man to leave the area. Word count: 573 @cornatto

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