Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 7:31:05 GMT
The soldiers weren't exactly cheery as moods were down along with morale. Losses were still being calculated from a few of the prior battles. Another city had fallen literally in some ways. The tall skyscrapers that once stood not far off were knocked to the ground in a scattered mess of debris and death. The fires still visible in the distance burning as another set of homes and families were lost in a failure to hold the front as the saiyans pushed in their steady advance. The retreating forces were only just now meeting up the remnant of the cities forces. They hadn't even been able to gather most the dead given the danger of remaining when it was clear the city was lost.
The rifles had been gathered as well as all the remaining supplies they could out. The bodies as well at least the ones they could get. Sad thing was whether they hadn't arrived yet or their bodies were left unchecked chances are any left with a unknown or MIA status was as good as dead. The sound of firing was still heard in the distance in the burning glowing city. Icarus could see it from where he was standing on the far off hill with some of the retreating forces. He was standing present with some of the experimental tech they were creating. He'd spent little time in the battles personally mainly just in observation or in labs most the war. But he knew what he was hearing. The firing rifles and explosions mixed with screams. It was a sad though about the few squads that had to stay behind to cover the retreat. You just knew how that was gonna end. It was unlikely any of them were making it back. Sad thing watching another city fall.
He was looking over one the various rifles and could see half of it was destroyed. Melted away by the energy blasts saiyans could fire off with ease from the palm of their hands. No matter how much they upped the power of these rifles the saiyans again and again showed such natural resistance to them and able to achieve equal power as well. With nothing but their fists natural energy and make shift furs as armor in most cases. He looked over a few of the broken pieces of his own peoples armor as well. Shattered like most of what they found and returned. It was clear after the many times he'd seen it that it was a either avoid all injury type war or the first hit put you out. The plate of the armor was smashed and cracked. Energy burned at the edges of the pieces ends. Blood was lightly speckled on the back as well. He'd let out a light sigh placing the piece among the other gathered materials. The vehicles at the ready were moving the wounded what few there were first. The soldiers that had escaped were gathering up weapons and supplies and working out a march to get them out as quick as they could.
"How many did we lose..." He'd ask walking up slowly to another one of the medical crew and tech squad. Both of them in similar white coats and combat fatigues worn under. Black military boots on the ground as they went over their clipboards of various gathered details. "Well,.... The fifty seventh and the eighty ninth are gone from what I can tell. Either they were all wiped out. Or will be soon from what I can tell. The last contact was with a squad still in the city. But with what we've seen before you know that's likely just as good as dead for em." He couldn't help bit sigh thinking about it. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but it wasn't worth arguing the hopeful light side either of what could happen. It was seven years in this war and even the young like him had to be involved. The population was being devastated and falling by such huge numbers all those in charge and high up were frantic with just keeping what land they still had livable and claimed. Most didn't have any planning for what to do if they even took control in the future. Many were taking this with a heavy sour taste. Thinking perhaps even those in charge had lost hope. That instead of fighting this war they were in a last hold that was spinning into a slow demise. "I hear the representative in that city tried to lead some talks. Met with someone in charge of a enemy unit." He'd say sipping at cold coffee in a steel mug. It was all that was keeping his engines running after days of keeping his body moving on stimulants and coffee.
"Yea... I heard he was also vaporized and they ate his body shortly after. You hear different stories from each person you hear man. Don't think to much of it just stick to your work. We gotta worry about getting the line set up in the next city and observation posts up. It won't be long till those monkeys have cleared the city. Once the food runs out they'll be eager to fight again. Seems that's all they do..." Icarus would sigh upon hearing it. But then again most times when it came time to talk to them in a attempt those up for the job ran or went AWOL to buy a few more days of life. No one wanted to meet with the giant warriors. It was most certainly a death sentence and not the kind one hoped for quick and painless like. But he wasn't sure what all to chalk up to war stories and what was true. So few things were being gathered for Intel when it was hard enough just to people out alive and keep up enough supplies for the influx of refugees.
The more they lost the less space they had for the more people they had shoving in and gathering what was left of the safe areas. They weren't gonna make it too many more years with what supplies they had saved away for food stuffs and fresh water. It just wasn't good with the mouth count raising quickly each time they lost ground. But just like so many other foreseeable problems the now was hard enough. They had to encourage survival before all else. New tech and weapons had to be produced at a quick rate to give a chance if any to come up.
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It'd be a few hours later when they'd finally have reached back to the lab of the next city over. They had a few of the old rifles set up an locked onto panels but for the time pumping up the inner ki reactors just wasn't working. The materials in the rifles weren't up to the need. They were being pushed to far and close to destroying or backfiring. The new ki reactors just weren't working with the transition either of cooperating them into the new rifles. The new models were exploding or just failing altogether from too much power burning them out. The armor was just as bad no matter how much he reinforced the models they turned into tissue paper when the saiyans got their hands on the troops. It was doing worse on the soldiers then the saiyans. Becoming rough shrapnel rather defending walls of armor.
He carried one of them with him the new weapons but in pistol form often. They had so few models that were actually working it was odd looking at a company fully equipped. Each one wearing different tiers of armor. As well as armed with different models of the same rifles. Pacing about and checking off what new tech was being approved. Rubbing at his brow feeling his head ache. The scopes were approved and they had managed a small upgrade to ki output. But ammo was becoming hard. The rifles burned out so often they needed energy packs. But sadly those packs were becoming harder to make as supplies starting becoming slim.
He'd feel like he was melting into his chair as he finally sat down in what felt like the first time in ages at one of the inspection tables. Taking in a sigh as he'd look towards the ceiling light fixtures. The dim lightly only light piercing the blackness. Even that was only so good as it flickered off now and again. Going from well power to feint flickering then at times shutting off for small intervals. The power supply was trouble from the large amounts needed. They were overloading generators at massive rates and burning through the fuel they had far before they could meet their quota of supplies. He could feel the tired sensation washing over him as he just wanted to sleep. Turn in and let it all just fade off for a few hours of sleep and peace in dream land.
But he'd settle for a warm soda and lunch scarfing it down quickly before having to check back in at the medical ward for the influx of injured soldiers from the moved front. However as he thought about it he couldn't feel anything other then dread and disgust at the though of the conditions. The lack of what they needed just like in all terms of supplies. In truth it was hardly even a medical facility. Just a patch work office to try stitch back on what they could and put back in place.
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Pulling a shift in the medical tents was what he presumed was the same as the meat cutters. An and all livestock was draining fast so he figured they were likely covered in blood almost as much as he was. They had masks and proper gloves on. Cleaned and scrubbed before each time they needed surgery or stitching. Trying to keep things as clean and germ free as they could. The medical facility they had for most of the influx was various tents sent up for various forms of surgery. Icarus presently in one of the smaller tents greeting the incoming soldiers. So far he'd seen several bad tend tears. Many limbs gone that needed sealing with quick burning and stitches. Some of these procedures were rather dark age in style he felt. But they had to do the best they could. They didn't have time or the resources to do much more then sadly. As many soldiers as they had to worry about as well as the non combatants that lost their homes and everything else in retreats got injured just as often sadly.
They were half way through stitching shut hug tears in muscle tendons when a call would come in they were short on pain relievers and bandages. Medication was gonna be out in a few hours. They were most likely gonna pull out as well. Apparently the enemies had launched several assaults. Snapping the spine of the defensive line and from he gathered the offensive push... if you could it that. Had been wiped out completely. It started to piece together easy enough when he began to recognize the battalion patches on the ones around him. Their uniforms helping paint the picture. They were the soldiers assigned for defense. With so many of em flooding in that must have meant whatever was left out there was spread so think half of them probably weren't even receiving orders yet. Just fighting and trying to make heads or tails of what to do. He'd argue for several minutes on the phone. The man behind the line had so very little emotions though and just kept repeating his orders and saying they had little choice. It finally ended when Icarus couldn't handle much more of it and just slammed the phone against the receiver. Half of these men couldn't be moved in the worse tents. Some of them had just had or were needing emergency surgery. Being one of the higher ranking officers now... Partly from people running off or being found or believed killed. The powers above were dwindling down. If it wasn't for this war he'd likely been something important given this rank. Could have taken pride in it perhaps. But presently it was more a curse then anything positive.
The following motion was to get everyone out in terms of the worst force children and women as well. The uninjured would sadly half to walk and move with groups. Charge teams placing explosives in various areas and last stands preparing to hold of the enemy when they'd get to the line. The orders to gain a few hours and retreat but they all knew what was really gonna happen. They'd not make it that long but many of them would rather die fighting for their people then just give in and die like cowards. Icarus had to at least admire their bravery. They wanted to do all they could. He couldn't insult such wavering presence in the face of death even if he didn't like the idea of the needless death. But then again war never made sense did it?
The supplies were loaded and all patients they could get on the trucks. The front was far off but coming in close. But they were able to get a few hover vehicles to air lift out some of the most awful cases. A few of the doctors however had resigned themselves to stay behind. They were gonna try and save the ones that couldn't be transported. Try and fix up as many as they could and get em out when they could. A few of the transporters would likely continue to make the dangerous runs as long as they could. But it was unlikely it was going to make a difference. But as long as he protested the longer they wasted time. Many of these men made up their moments in a moment and weren't budging when it came to their patience and their adamant need to stay behind and do their jobs.
He decided to just give it the formal go ahead. It would be easier to keep a line connected to them as long as possible keep sending pick ups their way. HE didn't like it but it wasn't like he much choice in the matter. At least this way the brass above him wouldn't interfere. They didn't look often at the huge incoming of all calls and request. Every file that mounded in mountains on their desks. So this way even if they did they'd not feel inclined to peek into such a small matter... At least small to them.
It'd end with a shaking of hands a parting salute and he'd be on his hover plane heading out. Watching the city fade into the black of night and seeing the fires and battle not far off as they got high in the air. It was strange seeing the energy attacks and weapons cutting through the night like beams of the sun and hells fire. It was bedlam,... exactly what you though hell should have looked like ya know.
The trip back felt like a long one as the plane moved quickly through the skies and he could see the supply line bellow and the sound of war behind them. But creeping up closely like a monster reaching out to pull you back in jaws and sharp teeth. For now he'd try not to think of it. They had to get back to the city. When he asked where the line was the pilot just stuttered for a moment in a bit of a despaired look. As he'd reply the capital... They'd been pushed to damn near the end of the line. The front wasn't a front anymore. It was as slowly closing circle that might as well have been around their throats.
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This station had many supplies but the city was packed. The outside of the cities borders were cramped with make shift camps and bases all trying to connect with and all outposts left further out. They were running out of time and needed a plan. They needed action and in no direction was it appearing to becoming from on a white horse to save the day. He'd smashed a vile of experimental healing gel against the wall in fury as it the mixture failed him time and time again. The medical engineering was going well but given the stress of the situation it felt like it was all for nothing. Just a better way of fixing up a soul or two before they inevitable destruction.
It wouldn't be long through till he found himself in the company of a fellow doctor and scientist. A older man who seemed rather interested in pulling together some of the last great minds of Tuffle civilization together for one of the last ditch plans. Icarus had heard of several of these ideas going on but never met any of the teams or people in charge of them himself. So he'd figured most of them were just last moment hopes to make the inevitable doom a little easier to swallow.
The man presented a idea of something involving a fighting force. A way to push the body past its limits but not our organic frames. It was a dreamers plan but something that caught his eye. Some of the tech seemed doable and the idea of taking the fights to the saiyans was always the kinda dream you wanted. Not just for another day but to take more and more as they kept coming. He'd feel a small fleeting sense of hope flicker again in his gut. It was... nice to feel that. As in his recent days he'd been realizing why so many had made those rough last stand choices so easily. Many of them had lost that hope... Many of them chose to go out as they were doing their jobs knowing the end was coming for them anyway. So they chose to face it in the end. Maybe that was the same for him in this plan as he flicked through pages of a file he'd been given. Before agreeing in a another firm handshake. This one in the war to make greeting and move forward not just say goodbye. He'd shake the hand and look curiously at this idea for a mechanical soldiers. Wondering lightly what it'd be like to have a body like that....
The rifles had been gathered as well as all the remaining supplies they could out. The bodies as well at least the ones they could get. Sad thing was whether they hadn't arrived yet or their bodies were left unchecked chances are any left with a unknown or MIA status was as good as dead. The sound of firing was still heard in the distance in the burning glowing city. Icarus could see it from where he was standing on the far off hill with some of the retreating forces. He was standing present with some of the experimental tech they were creating. He'd spent little time in the battles personally mainly just in observation or in labs most the war. But he knew what he was hearing. The firing rifles and explosions mixed with screams. It was a sad though about the few squads that had to stay behind to cover the retreat. You just knew how that was gonna end. It was unlikely any of them were making it back. Sad thing watching another city fall.
He was looking over one the various rifles and could see half of it was destroyed. Melted away by the energy blasts saiyans could fire off with ease from the palm of their hands. No matter how much they upped the power of these rifles the saiyans again and again showed such natural resistance to them and able to achieve equal power as well. With nothing but their fists natural energy and make shift furs as armor in most cases. He looked over a few of the broken pieces of his own peoples armor as well. Shattered like most of what they found and returned. It was clear after the many times he'd seen it that it was a either avoid all injury type war or the first hit put you out. The plate of the armor was smashed and cracked. Energy burned at the edges of the pieces ends. Blood was lightly speckled on the back as well. He'd let out a light sigh placing the piece among the other gathered materials. The vehicles at the ready were moving the wounded what few there were first. The soldiers that had escaped were gathering up weapons and supplies and working out a march to get them out as quick as they could.
"How many did we lose..." He'd ask walking up slowly to another one of the medical crew and tech squad. Both of them in similar white coats and combat fatigues worn under. Black military boots on the ground as they went over their clipboards of various gathered details. "Well,.... The fifty seventh and the eighty ninth are gone from what I can tell. Either they were all wiped out. Or will be soon from what I can tell. The last contact was with a squad still in the city. But with what we've seen before you know that's likely just as good as dead for em." He couldn't help bit sigh thinking about it. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but it wasn't worth arguing the hopeful light side either of what could happen. It was seven years in this war and even the young like him had to be involved. The population was being devastated and falling by such huge numbers all those in charge and high up were frantic with just keeping what land they still had livable and claimed. Most didn't have any planning for what to do if they even took control in the future. Many were taking this with a heavy sour taste. Thinking perhaps even those in charge had lost hope. That instead of fighting this war they were in a last hold that was spinning into a slow demise. "I hear the representative in that city tried to lead some talks. Met with someone in charge of a enemy unit." He'd say sipping at cold coffee in a steel mug. It was all that was keeping his engines running after days of keeping his body moving on stimulants and coffee.
"Yea... I heard he was also vaporized and they ate his body shortly after. You hear different stories from each person you hear man. Don't think to much of it just stick to your work. We gotta worry about getting the line set up in the next city and observation posts up. It won't be long till those monkeys have cleared the city. Once the food runs out they'll be eager to fight again. Seems that's all they do..." Icarus would sigh upon hearing it. But then again most times when it came time to talk to them in a attempt those up for the job ran or went AWOL to buy a few more days of life. No one wanted to meet with the giant warriors. It was most certainly a death sentence and not the kind one hoped for quick and painless like. But he wasn't sure what all to chalk up to war stories and what was true. So few things were being gathered for Intel when it was hard enough just to people out alive and keep up enough supplies for the influx of refugees.
The more they lost the less space they had for the more people they had shoving in and gathering what was left of the safe areas. They weren't gonna make it too many more years with what supplies they had saved away for food stuffs and fresh water. It just wasn't good with the mouth count raising quickly each time they lost ground. But just like so many other foreseeable problems the now was hard enough. They had to encourage survival before all else. New tech and weapons had to be produced at a quick rate to give a chance if any to come up.
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It'd be a few hours later when they'd finally have reached back to the lab of the next city over. They had a few of the old rifles set up an locked onto panels but for the time pumping up the inner ki reactors just wasn't working. The materials in the rifles weren't up to the need. They were being pushed to far and close to destroying or backfiring. The new ki reactors just weren't working with the transition either of cooperating them into the new rifles. The new models were exploding or just failing altogether from too much power burning them out. The armor was just as bad no matter how much he reinforced the models they turned into tissue paper when the saiyans got their hands on the troops. It was doing worse on the soldiers then the saiyans. Becoming rough shrapnel rather defending walls of armor.
He carried one of them with him the new weapons but in pistol form often. They had so few models that were actually working it was odd looking at a company fully equipped. Each one wearing different tiers of armor. As well as armed with different models of the same rifles. Pacing about and checking off what new tech was being approved. Rubbing at his brow feeling his head ache. The scopes were approved and they had managed a small upgrade to ki output. But ammo was becoming hard. The rifles burned out so often they needed energy packs. But sadly those packs were becoming harder to make as supplies starting becoming slim.
He'd feel like he was melting into his chair as he finally sat down in what felt like the first time in ages at one of the inspection tables. Taking in a sigh as he'd look towards the ceiling light fixtures. The dim lightly only light piercing the blackness. Even that was only so good as it flickered off now and again. Going from well power to feint flickering then at times shutting off for small intervals. The power supply was trouble from the large amounts needed. They were overloading generators at massive rates and burning through the fuel they had far before they could meet their quota of supplies. He could feel the tired sensation washing over him as he just wanted to sleep. Turn in and let it all just fade off for a few hours of sleep and peace in dream land.
But he'd settle for a warm soda and lunch scarfing it down quickly before having to check back in at the medical ward for the influx of injured soldiers from the moved front. However as he thought about it he couldn't feel anything other then dread and disgust at the though of the conditions. The lack of what they needed just like in all terms of supplies. In truth it was hardly even a medical facility. Just a patch work office to try stitch back on what they could and put back in place.
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Pulling a shift in the medical tents was what he presumed was the same as the meat cutters. An and all livestock was draining fast so he figured they were likely covered in blood almost as much as he was. They had masks and proper gloves on. Cleaned and scrubbed before each time they needed surgery or stitching. Trying to keep things as clean and germ free as they could. The medical facility they had for most of the influx was various tents sent up for various forms of surgery. Icarus presently in one of the smaller tents greeting the incoming soldiers. So far he'd seen several bad tend tears. Many limbs gone that needed sealing with quick burning and stitches. Some of these procedures were rather dark age in style he felt. But they had to do the best they could. They didn't have time or the resources to do much more then sadly. As many soldiers as they had to worry about as well as the non combatants that lost their homes and everything else in retreats got injured just as often sadly.
They were half way through stitching shut hug tears in muscle tendons when a call would come in they were short on pain relievers and bandages. Medication was gonna be out in a few hours. They were most likely gonna pull out as well. Apparently the enemies had launched several assaults. Snapping the spine of the defensive line and from he gathered the offensive push... if you could it that. Had been wiped out completely. It started to piece together easy enough when he began to recognize the battalion patches on the ones around him. Their uniforms helping paint the picture. They were the soldiers assigned for defense. With so many of em flooding in that must have meant whatever was left out there was spread so think half of them probably weren't even receiving orders yet. Just fighting and trying to make heads or tails of what to do. He'd argue for several minutes on the phone. The man behind the line had so very little emotions though and just kept repeating his orders and saying they had little choice. It finally ended when Icarus couldn't handle much more of it and just slammed the phone against the receiver. Half of these men couldn't be moved in the worse tents. Some of them had just had or were needing emergency surgery. Being one of the higher ranking officers now... Partly from people running off or being found or believed killed. The powers above were dwindling down. If it wasn't for this war he'd likely been something important given this rank. Could have taken pride in it perhaps. But presently it was more a curse then anything positive.
The following motion was to get everyone out in terms of the worst force children and women as well. The uninjured would sadly half to walk and move with groups. Charge teams placing explosives in various areas and last stands preparing to hold of the enemy when they'd get to the line. The orders to gain a few hours and retreat but they all knew what was really gonna happen. They'd not make it that long but many of them would rather die fighting for their people then just give in and die like cowards. Icarus had to at least admire their bravery. They wanted to do all they could. He couldn't insult such wavering presence in the face of death even if he didn't like the idea of the needless death. But then again war never made sense did it?
The supplies were loaded and all patients they could get on the trucks. The front was far off but coming in close. But they were able to get a few hover vehicles to air lift out some of the most awful cases. A few of the doctors however had resigned themselves to stay behind. They were gonna try and save the ones that couldn't be transported. Try and fix up as many as they could and get em out when they could. A few of the transporters would likely continue to make the dangerous runs as long as they could. But it was unlikely it was going to make a difference. But as long as he protested the longer they wasted time. Many of these men made up their moments in a moment and weren't budging when it came to their patience and their adamant need to stay behind and do their jobs.
He decided to just give it the formal go ahead. It would be easier to keep a line connected to them as long as possible keep sending pick ups their way. HE didn't like it but it wasn't like he much choice in the matter. At least this way the brass above him wouldn't interfere. They didn't look often at the huge incoming of all calls and request. Every file that mounded in mountains on their desks. So this way even if they did they'd not feel inclined to peek into such a small matter... At least small to them.
It'd end with a shaking of hands a parting salute and he'd be on his hover plane heading out. Watching the city fade into the black of night and seeing the fires and battle not far off as they got high in the air. It was strange seeing the energy attacks and weapons cutting through the night like beams of the sun and hells fire. It was bedlam,... exactly what you though hell should have looked like ya know.
The trip back felt like a long one as the plane moved quickly through the skies and he could see the supply line bellow and the sound of war behind them. But creeping up closely like a monster reaching out to pull you back in jaws and sharp teeth. For now he'd try not to think of it. They had to get back to the city. When he asked where the line was the pilot just stuttered for a moment in a bit of a despaired look. As he'd reply the capital... They'd been pushed to damn near the end of the line. The front wasn't a front anymore. It was as slowly closing circle that might as well have been around their throats.
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This station had many supplies but the city was packed. The outside of the cities borders were cramped with make shift camps and bases all trying to connect with and all outposts left further out. They were running out of time and needed a plan. They needed action and in no direction was it appearing to becoming from on a white horse to save the day. He'd smashed a vile of experimental healing gel against the wall in fury as it the mixture failed him time and time again. The medical engineering was going well but given the stress of the situation it felt like it was all for nothing. Just a better way of fixing up a soul or two before they inevitable destruction.
It wouldn't be long through till he found himself in the company of a fellow doctor and scientist. A older man who seemed rather interested in pulling together some of the last great minds of Tuffle civilization together for one of the last ditch plans. Icarus had heard of several of these ideas going on but never met any of the teams or people in charge of them himself. So he'd figured most of them were just last moment hopes to make the inevitable doom a little easier to swallow.
The man presented a idea of something involving a fighting force. A way to push the body past its limits but not our organic frames. It was a dreamers plan but something that caught his eye. Some of the tech seemed doable and the idea of taking the fights to the saiyans was always the kinda dream you wanted. Not just for another day but to take more and more as they kept coming. He'd feel a small fleeting sense of hope flicker again in his gut. It was... nice to feel that. As in his recent days he'd been realizing why so many had made those rough last stand choices so easily. Many of them had lost that hope... Many of them chose to go out as they were doing their jobs knowing the end was coming for them anyway. So they chose to face it in the end. Maybe that was the same for him in this plan as he flicked through pages of a file he'd been given. Before agreeing in a another firm handshake. This one in the war to make greeting and move forward not just say goodbye. He'd shake the hand and look curiously at this idea for a mechanical soldiers. Wondering lightly what it'd be like to have a body like that....