Post by Taiga on Aug 3, 2017 3:27:30 GMT
Tagging Glaze(Logic)! This is just our leaving thread, so I'm only writing the one post. If you like, feel free to write in a full post, or you can write in a full post!
Taiga's PL: 86,539
Equipment: Medium Weights - 50% Power Gains - New PL: 43,279.50
Suppressed Form Active - 20% Power Gains
The time to reach The Tyrannical was a fairly short one; now the Arcosian General stands amidst his bridge crew, waiting for a report from the communications officer. After a short while, the being speaks.
"Sir, reinforcements are currently on their way." the Brenchian woman reports. "Additionally, given the report they recieved from us, they have also decided to pull together several construction companies."
"They will have to tear down what is left of Kanassa's cityscape if they want to rebuild it." Taiga surmises. His attention turns to the helmsman. "How long will it take to get to Yardrat from here?"
"Roughly eight hours, sir. But that's an estimation, not accounting for galactic planetary drift." the squat helmsman explains.
"That's acceptable." Taiga replies, clasping his hands against the small of his back. "Have all members of the crew been withdrawn back to the ship?"
"Yes sir." answers the second Brenchian, a red-skinned male with short yellowish hair. "Additionally, we have taken a large quantity of the stolen contraband and placed it in the cargo hold."
"What did the contraband consist of?" Taiga inquires.
"Mostly military grade weaponry, technology such as scouters, and battle uniforms." the red brenchian replies. "Besides that, the majority of the contraband consists of unspoiled food, water, and various spices. Crates and containers destroyed in the battle, or those that contained unusable components were left behind."
"How much cargo space has been taken up?"
"Nearly seventy-eight percent, General."
Taiga raises a brow, but shrugs after a moment.
"See that the scouters, weapons, and armor are thoroughly inspected, and added to The Tyrannical's armory." Taiga orders, his tone even and calm. He nods to the helmsman. "Plot the course to Yardrat. Let us see what awaits us."
Within minutes, The Tyrannical lifts off the ground, retracting the landing legs back up into its girth. Soon, the massive vessel would rocket through Kanassa's atmosphere and quickly beyond the planet's gravity well. Seeming to flicker out of existence, The Tyrannical disappears into the depths of space...
And with that, Taiga is on the way to Yardrat!
Taiga's PL: 86,539
Equipment: Medium Weights - 50% Power Gains - New PL: 43,279.50
Suppressed Form Active - 20% Power Gains
The time to reach The Tyrannical was a fairly short one; now the Arcosian General stands amidst his bridge crew, waiting for a report from the communications officer. After a short while, the being speaks.
"Sir, reinforcements are currently on their way." the Brenchian woman reports. "Additionally, given the report they recieved from us, they have also decided to pull together several construction companies."
"They will have to tear down what is left of Kanassa's cityscape if they want to rebuild it." Taiga surmises. His attention turns to the helmsman. "How long will it take to get to Yardrat from here?"
"Roughly eight hours, sir. But that's an estimation, not accounting for galactic planetary drift." the squat helmsman explains.
"That's acceptable." Taiga replies, clasping his hands against the small of his back. "Have all members of the crew been withdrawn back to the ship?"
"Yes sir." answers the second Brenchian, a red-skinned male with short yellowish hair. "Additionally, we have taken a large quantity of the stolen contraband and placed it in the cargo hold."
"What did the contraband consist of?" Taiga inquires.
"Mostly military grade weaponry, technology such as scouters, and battle uniforms." the red brenchian replies. "Besides that, the majority of the contraband consists of unspoiled food, water, and various spices. Crates and containers destroyed in the battle, or those that contained unusable components were left behind."
"How much cargo space has been taken up?"
"Nearly seventy-eight percent, General."
Taiga raises a brow, but shrugs after a moment.
"See that the scouters, weapons, and armor are thoroughly inspected, and added to The Tyrannical's armory." Taiga orders, his tone even and calm. He nods to the helmsman. "Plot the course to Yardrat. Let us see what awaits us."
Within minutes, The Tyrannical lifts off the ground, retracting the landing legs back up into its girth. Soon, the massive vessel would rocket through Kanassa's atmosphere and quickly beyond the planet's gravity well. Seeming to flicker out of existence, The Tyrannical disappears into the depths of space...
And with that, Taiga is on the way to Yardrat!
