Post by Lieutenant Dewberry on Apr 21, 2019 0:04:34 GMT -5
It had been a few days since they had sent a communications flare. It was of much debate between Dewberry and a brown veteran named Triploy that he had acting as his second. They frequently went over the future and how to go about it, but it was only recently that they disagreed on something. The flare was Dewberry's idea and Triploy was against its use. Dug up from an ancient crash site of a very dated craft, they had repaired it and reactivated it, the thing spouting the coordinates on even a few of the encrypted channels of their scouters. When their frost demon, Frostbite, left to go defend Acrose and stranded them there, they had little to go on in terms of information. Dew assumed one of the long range comm stations that allowed communication with the rest of the PTO had been overrun, resulting in only local channels on the planet for use between him and his men. The flare was the last thing they could use to reconnect with the rest of the galaxy.
He sat in the watchtower of the rundown base, waiting patiently for anything to show up. He kept his men training, but he was fearful of the chance pirates showed up. His little unit was just made up of his blaster guards as well as a few auxiliary men that were also left over. Though as supplies ran out he converted them to be low grade fighters, their power levels being barely enough to train with the main fighting force. He knew they couldn't do anything, even the Saiyans he had, if a warrior showed up, but it was at least something.
He crossed his arms, sitting down. Some men were flying about, doing whatever to kill time. He also had that problem, but his way of filling it was studying the records they had. Gathering all information he could, he wanted to figure out what he could on the Frieza Force. While he wouldn't admit it to anyone, it was to formulate a defense to the Galactic Patrol if they ever appeared. The tower, once populated early in for a while in anticipation, was now a lonely room for him to use to study and wait. Behind him were a few holoscreens with reports of current events, most notably a battle in the late 700s on a planet called Namek, no Frieza designation signifying capture. The first report of a failed attempt of conquering a planet. He needed to know the crimes they would slap him with before he could form a defense. It didn't take long for him to find out that there would be no defense. He needed to just physically fight it out. As his looked on and over the base, he anticipated a fight. He knew from the reports that the Frieza Force was one of the best trained and equipped fighting units out there, but when performing against equally prepared or more prepared opponents, they struggled. He had tried training his men in fighting each other, but too little time has passed.
Now there he was, sitting in full combat attire, hoping that whatever appeared wasn't a patrol and would be easier to fight. His men were on constant alert and he was monitoring all scouter channels, even the ones with the repeated coordinates. He kept his thumb off the button to his cannon, but it was itching to place itself on. He could feel something coming, and he didn't know if it was good or bad. He didn't know if that should scare him or not.
WC: 601
In thread PL: 2,500
plunegar Yoshokua The Newcomer Elrick
He sat in the watchtower of the rundown base, waiting patiently for anything to show up. He kept his men training, but he was fearful of the chance pirates showed up. His little unit was just made up of his blaster guards as well as a few auxiliary men that were also left over. Though as supplies ran out he converted them to be low grade fighters, their power levels being barely enough to train with the main fighting force. He knew they couldn't do anything, even the Saiyans he had, if a warrior showed up, but it was at least something.
He crossed his arms, sitting down. Some men were flying about, doing whatever to kill time. He also had that problem, but his way of filling it was studying the records they had. Gathering all information he could, he wanted to figure out what he could on the Frieza Force. While he wouldn't admit it to anyone, it was to formulate a defense to the Galactic Patrol if they ever appeared. The tower, once populated early in for a while in anticipation, was now a lonely room for him to use to study and wait. Behind him were a few holoscreens with reports of current events, most notably a battle in the late 700s on a planet called Namek, no Frieza designation signifying capture. The first report of a failed attempt of conquering a planet. He needed to know the crimes they would slap him with before he could form a defense. It didn't take long for him to find out that there would be no defense. He needed to just physically fight it out. As his looked on and over the base, he anticipated a fight. He knew from the reports that the Frieza Force was one of the best trained and equipped fighting units out there, but when performing against equally prepared or more prepared opponents, they struggled. He had tried training his men in fighting each other, but too little time has passed.
Now there he was, sitting in full combat attire, hoping that whatever appeared wasn't a patrol and would be easier to fight. His men were on constant alert and he was monitoring all scouter channels, even the ones with the repeated coordinates. He kept his thumb off the button to his cannon, but it was itching to place itself on. He could feel something coming, and he didn't know if it was good or bad. He didn't know if that should scare him or not.
WC: 601
In thread PL: 2,500
plunegar Yoshokua The Newcomer Elrick