The Trooper [Inv. Only] May 17, 2017 20:45:34 GMT
Post by Vennel on May 17, 2017 20:45:34 GMT
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“General,” it wasn’t even a permanent promotion, more of a field promotion in lieu of any living imperials capable of holding the title. Vennel was mulling over the results of her meeting the other day with Habana. She’d need to assemble the troops, as it were, and she now had the clearance to do so. But where to have the meet up, was the question. Well, the answer to her question came sooner than she expected.
A passerby on the densely packed streets of the saiyan capital bumped into her, which snapped her attention back into focus as she looked up and noticed where she was. As luck would have it, she was standing just half a block down the street from the square that bordered the Radittsu District and the part of Cacumber she was in. It wasn’t the most discrete of locations, but it served as a good point to meet up and find a new place to have their meeting. Her own house was lacking, and very far out of the way, the Hofferson address she got from the imperial databanks was located in the low class housing district, much like her old apartment was, and the others had military lodgings, as far as she knew.
As she walked towards the square, the saiyan woman reached up for her scouter. Having even just the temporary rank she had, she was given clearance to look up the specific scouter IDs of the individuals she needed to contact. A message would be sent out to the Hofferson family scouters, Purika, and Kaza, which read: “Your presence has been requested at the Western Square by General Vennel.” The message was even tagged as urgent, in addition to the usual encryptions that signified it was an official missive from the Imperial high command. This, she hoped, would be enough to get their attention that this meeting was of high import, and should be kept rather mum.
Upon reaching the Square, she waited at the street corner, overlooking the rest of the square. Carts of goods were parked, where merchants peddled their goods, mostly of food or tech shops made up the brick and mortar establishments, while the more temporary carts offered lower priced goods coming from non-commissioned merchants, most of whom were slave races who’d gained limited freedoms one way or another- at least, thats what Vennel had assumed of them. Her eyes darted around, looking for signs of anyone that might be a spy, or some sort of wandering ear that didn’t need to be present when discussing delicate information. The slightest sign of which would make her mind up concerning moving the place in which she’d discuss their plans, but thankfully she saw nothing of the sort.
More specifically, she saw there was a restaurant that was known for it’s foreign cuisine from Kabocha, though none of the staff seemed to be Kabochan, as far as she could see. If anything, that would serve as a place they could meet, discuss the operation, and even catch a meal. Now the waiting game began, hoping that she’d not be left waiting too terribly long, the newly minted field general would bide her time.