Post by Vennel on May 23, 2017 9:20:02 GMT
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[Death Enabled Thread]
[Weekly Event: Moon]
[Death Enabled Thread]
[Weekly Event: Moon]
Dawn broke over the horizon, pinkish hues of light poured into the lonely building in the wastelands that made up most of Vegeta’s surface. Ordinarily, this would have been when Vennel woke up, but not on this day. Today was a momentous occasion, that both filled her with zeal, and also dread. Today, was the day that her attack was to be launched on Arcose. Vennel was sitting on the edge of her bed, her gear was already on, as she hadn’t slept all night. There would be time for rest on the trip, but how could she sleep now. So much was on her mind. Would Plato really meet them there? Was Alaistair working against her now, with this ally of his in the Arcosian vassal states? And would Purika and the Hoffersons manage to win?
The brown haired woman had to keep those sorts of doubts out of her mind, though. If she spent too long on them, she’d just get distracted. All that could be accounted for were her own actions, and hope for the best on her end. With sunlight now dappling the landscape outside, Vennel reached for her scouter’s multi-purpose button and brought up the contacts list on her device. After selecting those involved, she sent the message.
Commence the Operation.
It was a text message, dispatched to Kaza, Purika, and the Hoffersons. Pushing off her knees as she stood up. She’d make her way towards the Caccumber, and from their, the port.
* * *
The trip to the city, and the subsequent docks at the spaceport was an uneventful one. The city was slowly coming to life, as shops began to open, and people hurriedly began bustling. With news of the war coming into full swing being public galactic knowledge, and the news that Dirt was mounting to interfere in the war, things had become a bit out of hand. She should have realized those filth from Dirt would no doubt start to butt their nose into galactic affairs. “Liberation,” was a cute word they used, to mean “self-righteous conquest.” The most absurd part was their claim that the Saiyan Solar Empire was an aggressor in this conflict. The only thing they’d done, was reach out and offer protection to the Beppan people. It was done without violence and loss of life, and just before the Mazoku swept in to try and annex the Arcosian Empire. If anything, this was a tactic of preemptive self defense.
But of course, now that the Mazoku were launching an attack into their own territory, suddenly they were the bad guys. Granted, they were far from saints, but their Queen had taken painstaking steps to play this as non-aggressively as possible. So the news that the leader of Dirt was rallying forces to combat the two warring states wasn’t sitting well with her. But all the same, they weren’t going to be done in here and now. Fighting another enemy, just meant a greater challenge to face.
Arriving at the docks, Vennel was one of the few people there. The dock workers were groggily doing their jobs, and only a few early arrivals carrying shipments of goods were present. But the newly minted General was heading to her attack ball. It was prepped and ready to go, as she’d made the arrangements for its preparation.
A quick inspection was enough to deem the vessel ready to go, much more used to doing the inspections in full herself, it was nice to have cut down on time needed. And after boarding the small spherical vessel, she’d key in her destination, and the woman was off. Now she could get some shut eye as the pod’s stasis would begin for the long journey ahead.
* * *
Hours later, Vennel’s slumber was disturbed by the alarm system, and the stasis effect wearing off. Her bleary eyes coming into focus began to make out the blue orb that was Arcose. The sun was passing over onto the other side of it, leaving her destination bathed in the darkness of night. Their moon was also out, this was the perfect condition for her attack. And it was good that she had upgraded her pod. She was doubtful she’d have been able to handle a full day’s travel on pins and needles as she had.
She quickly checked to make sure the stealth systems were engaged, and sure enough, they were still operating. Her power was suppressed as well, to better cloak her approach, so with any luck, their attack was going to be just as unsuspected as she’d hoped. The lack of messages from whatever passed for military command down there, also wasn’t demanding her IFF codes, so that was a good sign.
She’d open up a comm channel, toward Kaza’s vessel. For a moment, there was silence, as Vennel struggled suddenly, to find the right words to say. This was big, the biggest thing they’d ever done, either of them. Even though they’d survived and succeeded on Konats, they had allies, many of them. All of which were nearly as strong as they were, and their enemies were either inexperienced or weak. But now, it was ostensibly just the two of them, alone against a veritable monsoon of opposition. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to vocalize her thoughts, causing her to cough and clear it.
“This is it…”
For the first time, she wasn’t the pillar of confidence she always was. She’d always been so certain that she could overcome any challenge before her. But with all that had happened, there were a multitude of reasons to worry. Whats more, this was strange to her as well. She’d never been afraid for her own mortality, seeing as she’d been prepared to die ever since she fought against Zucceta. What worried her most, was she felt as though she were worried for Kaza’s sake. Had she dragged her down into a foolish decision herself? She had to shake these doubts out of her head. Sure the majin had been there for her, supported her despite any logic or likely success. Even when she thought she’d go for the throne right away, Kaza was willing to help her, and proved a loyal ally through it all. She was the only one that seemed to recognize and respect Vennel, not letting her stint as queen taint her perspective. In fact, it seemed to be something she preferred to ignore.
Slapping her cheeks, she tried to focus herself once again. Doubts would only get in the way of her concentration and the battle at hand.
“Whatever happens down there, let’s make Xylo regret going to war against the greatest Empire this galaxy has ever known!”
This time she sounded more like her normal self, full of all the zeal and nationalistic pride that her words normally carried. This fight was going to be one of life or death, and the fear she felt, she’d channel it. She’d make that her strength, and fight through it all and come out the other side.
Moments of silence passed, as their pods would careen down into the capital city. Intelligence reports from the first attack on Arcose had labeled which city to be the capital, and located which was the palace their “lord,” called home. Whether they had one or not, made little difference to her. It was a symbolic nature, as her pod screamed through the air, at blistering speeds, crashing into the building’s tallest spire, and causing it to collapse and crash to the planet floor below. Her pod itself would impact the ground, destroying the area around it, sending dirt and pavement high into the air.
No doubt the sudden crash landing would have shocked the locals significantly. After Kaza’s impact, which would rock the people of Arcose further, her power would cease being suppressed. She’d climb into the air, just over her crater, before resting on the rim of it, and await her majin friend to join her. She’d allow Kaza the luxury of declaring their intentions and attack. Vennel had done it many a time before, and her periwinkle compatriot reveled in that sort of savagery, so she deserved a shot at it for once.
At last, let’s see how we do.