Post by Bell on Jun 7, 2017 21:16:02 GMT
Bell had only just recently arrived on the planet, being immediately bored and frustrated at the same time with the place. Between the nonexistent combat and climate, Bell was at a loss with what to be more upset about. That was when bell was assigned to the Dore outpost, which was slightly better than the rest of the planet in terms of climate control. Bell sat around the air conditioned facility, still somewhat bored from the lack of anything exciting going on, that was until he received a set of orders. He'd done nothing up til that point so he was excited to just get on with his work, whatever it may have been. Soon arriving at his destination, he'd be signaled over to a bunch of docked ships by a taller saiyan officer. Bell noticed that there were a few other soldiers around, but all they were doing was unloading a bunch of supplies. "sucks to be them" he thought as he saluted the officer, before quickly asking (and somewhat excitingly)- "So whats my task, kill some mob boss, destroy some enemy resistance, rescue some stranded fighters?"
The officer chuckled slightly, confused by Bell's question before pointing over to the slip of paper clutched tightly within Bell's hand. It hadn't really occurred to bell to actually read the piece of paper. Bell looked down at his palm, then moved his other hand over to grasp the piece of paper, before slowly spreading it open. On it was a simple order- "Work Draft - Help unload supplies". Bell looked at it solemnly, before sighing. "Know what.. should've figured..." he muttered before looking over at the officer, a nervous grin apparent on the officers face. "W-well..... we needed a few more workers to help us with the influx of supplies we've been getting ever since the war started, so we pulled a few random numbers and your name was one of them..." he laughed, Another sigh escaping bell's lips as he asked- "Yeah yeah... so i've just gotta unload a bunch of supplies?... got it.." he said before moving over to a nearby docked ship, the chuckles of a few of his fellow soldiers causing him to growl slightly. The officer chuckled a bit more, before giving Bell a more in-depth command as to where to unload the supplies and such. Bell reluctantly went to work, carrying boxes off of the spaceships carrying goods such as food and armor. He worked at a brisk pace, finding it to be (if only a little bit) more fun than doing nothing.
After a while, the ships took off, leaving bell to stare and return to his stagnant wait for orders once again. The officer from earlier approached him, giving him a few bagged rations as to "say thanks" for bells help earlier (not that he had any choice, it was technically an order). Bell looked down at the bagged rations, clutching them in his palm before stuffing them into one of his pockets and wandering around. later that day, he was handed a small paycheck, the check specified it was for doing a bit more work than he normally would have (asking around later, bell found out that the others he'd worked with got it as well).
The officer chuckled slightly, confused by Bell's question before pointing over to the slip of paper clutched tightly within Bell's hand. It hadn't really occurred to bell to actually read the piece of paper. Bell looked down at his palm, then moved his other hand over to grasp the piece of paper, before slowly spreading it open. On it was a simple order- "Work Draft - Help unload supplies". Bell looked at it solemnly, before sighing. "Know what.. should've figured..." he muttered before looking over at the officer, a nervous grin apparent on the officers face. "W-well..... we needed a few more workers to help us with the influx of supplies we've been getting ever since the war started, so we pulled a few random numbers and your name was one of them..." he laughed, Another sigh escaping bell's lips as he asked- "Yeah yeah... so i've just gotta unload a bunch of supplies?... got it.." he said before moving over to a nearby docked ship, the chuckles of a few of his fellow soldiers causing him to growl slightly. The officer chuckled a bit more, before giving Bell a more in-depth command as to where to unload the supplies and such. Bell reluctantly went to work, carrying boxes off of the spaceships carrying goods such as food and armor. He worked at a brisk pace, finding it to be (if only a little bit) more fun than doing nothing.
After a while, the ships took off, leaving bell to stare and return to his stagnant wait for orders once again. The officer from earlier approached him, giving him a few bagged rations as to "say thanks" for bells help earlier (not that he had any choice, it was technically an order). Bell looked down at the bagged rations, clutching them in his palm before stuffing them into one of his pockets and wandering around. later that day, he was handed a small paycheck, the check specified it was for doing a bit more work than he normally would have (asking around later, bell found out that the others he'd worked with got it as well).