Post by Snippar Sol on Aug 28, 2015 23:34:46 GMT
The Issue: Snippar returns?
Heavy Weights On
Meditation; The beauty in concentrating on ones inner focus to reach new heights by simply going into a trance like state. To seek enlightenment through this was common among-st those of the Martial Arts, or Fighters in general. Not only did it help them seek said enlightenment, but it too connected one with all living things on a more profound spiritual level. Letting the true abrupt energy source of KI flow through you to seek inner peace and or resolve. It is because of constant meditation in a war this huge, that Martial Artists of many classes have yet to waver. Snippar Sol Meditated to not only relax, but heal his mind. Putting everything aside his aura spun nets of light that consumed the small ice like area in a warmth of focused energy. This ability through meditation was unnamed and used to only relax. Normally harmless and used to balance ones self within meditation to gather energy to forge. In doing so he started to obtain visions of the past that promoted strength but also haunted him with ease. Yes it was grand, but painful to any Saiyan attempting to acquire the next state from his transgressions. Once his thoughts had been at ease, and his strength dying down to a mere primordial state: The visions emerged to cultivate. It was quiet on the wooded hills a few hours march south of Vegeta. Birds were singing in the trees and the native fauna was starting to wake up. Fog was rolling in as the sound of troops digging in could be heard. Over and over again, the striking of shovels into the earthy loam of Vegeta echoed through the Mounatins canopy. The men and women of a Second Battalion, and First Battalion of the ninety-eighth Royal Assault Infantry were doing something they didn’t like to do. They were digging in.
Up and down the line that traced just below the summit of the hilltop, folding shovels flung the earth into piles in front of the boxholes they were digging. The Saiyan troops were frantically digging deep into the ground because intelligence said the resistance were on their way. To the rear of the Saiyans digging stood a Colonel. And next to that Colonel was a specialist of the Royal Guard wearing the stripes of a newly commissioned Second Lieutenant. It was a rank the young Vegetan did not want. He was given a battlefield commission after all the other ranking members of the Company were killed over the preceding weeks. He was sure the only reason he was given it was because a company had to have an officer in charge. Once this was all over, they’d take it back.
The Colonel was speaking to this young man, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “Lieutenant, you MUST hold this position. Our battle lines extend all the way back to the Palace. The Resistance are heading this way. If they take this position, our entire left flank will be exposed. They will roll up this entire army group and slaughter us all from the rear. Do you understand me Lieutenant?” He made a chopping motion with his left hand into his right palm. “This position must be held at all cause, no exceptions.”
Snippar Sol looked at the man. Not a spot of dirt on his uniform where as Snippar Sol was lucky if the power supply in his Saiyan Armor would hold out for the day. He smiled to the Colonel before speaking, “I got it sir. You can count on Second Battalion, we’ll hold the line. What about my request for reinforcements?”
The Colonel shook his head. “I don’t have any men to spare for you Lieutenant. The rogue Saiyans have a position up the hill from you, but they won’t commit themselves until they know where the brunt of the attack will hit. But don’t worry, once the Resistance attacks, just call for help and the other forces will roll down from the opposing hill, like a Namikian with a brute kick!”
Snippar Sol just nodded as the Colonel, he clapped him on the shoulder, and extended his hand to shake it. Taking the officer’s proffered hand, Snippar Sol watched as the man withdrew quickly and turned to the Corporal that was his Scouter operator. Things were about to get messy and ugly real quick. “Skip, getting battalion on the horn and make sure we got energy ready to lay down supporting fire in front of our positions if called for. Also, make sure you got our skirmishers out on the left. I don’t want any Rogues hitting us from the flank or trying to get around us.”
The young man nodded and saluted before turning to go see the orders were carried out. Snippar Sol called out behind him, “And stop saluting me!”
It was approaching Seven-Hundred local time, the forty men and women under his command having been digging in all night and into the morning. He had his heavy hitter Saiyans turrets spaced evenly along his line, along with the three perimeter defense combat-droids grouped towards the center of his lines, ready to respond to any attack. Appule had just come back up to him to report on the preparations when Snippar Sol held up his hand to silence him. The fog was unusually thick for this time of year, but that wasn’t what worried him. The birds had stopped chirping.
Snippar Sol turned to Appule. “Order the troops to their firing positions. Call back the OP’s and charge the heavy hitters in. Then get over to the droids and get ready to fill any holes that form in our line.”
The young Corporal started to sputter something about not being sure if the Resistance were out there when his voice was drowned out by crashing steps. Explosions shattered the trees and flung dirt all over the area as Snippar Sol grasped Appule by the upper arm. “MOVE IT!” He yelled to the young man before turning and running to his command hole that he had dug the previous night.
With explosions blasting all around their positions, the nervous Saiyan troopers peered over the lips of their boxholes and waited. Suddenly, just as quickly as it had started, the bombardment had ceased. Snippar Sol spoke to his troopers over their local Scouters frequency. “Snippar Sol to all troopers. They’ll be coming out of that fog any minute now. Keep your heads down, mark your targets, and trust in the pride of Vegeta to keep you alive. Don’t die either. I don’t feel like writing any documents. Understood?”
A chorus of acknowledgements flooded into his headset as a yell was heard from the bottom of the hill. Suddenly the air was alive with blast shots after blast shots, as the Resistance charged up the hill. His Saiyan troopers in cover, Snippar Sol watched at the Rogue Troopers fell in droves at the forlorn hope charge of his line. As quickly as it started, the Resistance were retreating back down, leaving their dead where they lay. Some had even made it within ten yards of the Second’s line.
It was as Snippar Sol was surveying the bodies before him that he noticed the one Resistance trooper just in front of his position. The young woman was still alive. Without hesitation, Snippar Sol jumped from his hole and ran to her, sliding to a stop next to her as calls behind him to cover the Lieutenant came from his men.
The woman was in shock, a blast shot had severed her left arm below the elbow. She was trying to fend Snippar Sol off but he calmly removed his headband and smiled at her. “Don’t worry dearest, I’m a savior. I’m gonna get you patched up.”
She stopped struggling at that as he worked to stop the bleeding and ease her pain. It was while working at her, he heard the resistance farther down the hill. He looked into the mist, and saw a few rogue Saiyans, hands filled with energy pointed at him. “Get your medic up here now!” For whatever reason, the Resistance followed his orders and within a minute, an alienated Medic was next to him.
“She’s gone into shock from blood loss and her left arm is gone below the elbow. I saw no other trauma. I’ve given her healing medication and a sedative, and placed a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.” The Resistance medic nodded as Snippar Sol got up to head back to his hole, placing his headband back on his head. But behind him, the man called out. “You’re him, aren’t you sir?” Snippar Sol turned back, looking at the man. “What do you mean, I’m him?” The medic waved for two other resistance troopers to come up with a stretcher. The medic stood up, facing Snippar Sol. “You’re the one they call Snips, the Vindicator of Planet Vegeta, aren’t you sir?”
Snippar Sol smiled behind his headband. “Yeah, that’s me. I don’t let anyone die that I can help, be they friend or foe.” The medic nodded and came to attention, saluting Snippar Sol in the Resistance fashion, arms straight to the side as he stood to attention. Snippar Sol returned the salute the Royal decree way, “Get on back to your men Medic. You're gonna be needed before all this is over. Try to save as many as you can.” The Resistance Medic just nodded as he retreated back down the hill, Snippar Sol going back to his hole to find Appule there waiting for him.
“No apple ale from earth, but we have two Whiskey imports in that have been evac’d to the top of the hill.” He gestured to the retreating Resistance. “What was that sir? Another one of your Missions of Mercy?” Snippar Sol removed his headband and ran his fingers through his hair. “You know me Appule, can’t leave a man or woman to die if I can help it. Still surprises me that they don’t shoot me.” Appule chuckled, “They know who you are sir. Both sides know about Snippar Sol, the Vindicate of Vegeta.”
Snippar Sol chuckled as more fire erupted from the bottom of the hill. He threw his headband back on as he peered down the hillside. He could see the shots flying through the mist but then he heard something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He heard the sound of numerous larger explosions being activated and through the mist, he could see multiple red yellow glowing. Yellow lines that were the blaster fires of at least twenty Rogue elite Saiyans. He turned to Appule, “Get the Battalion on the line immediately, and tap my Scouter into the frequencies.” Snippar Sol waited as he watched his Saiyan troopers return fire, the blue of their blast shots flying down the hill. But now, he could see some of those blue blasts being redirected back up the hill. There was definitely Elites down there.
He heard Battalion come on the line and spoke quickly. “Standard one,, are you there, connecting, we have multiple Elite Saiyans approaching our position. Count at least twenty blasts in the mist. Need immediate Elite support, over.” Snippar Sol waited for a response as he saw the yellow lines slowly starting to advance through the mist. “Hello, hello? This is Tilanios. Reinforcements are en route. The Elites will reinforce your position in six minutes. Now copy, over?”
Snippar Sol gritted his teeth. It would be all over in six minutes. “Copy that Tilanios. We’ll try to hold them off for that long. Snippar Sol over and out.” He closed the connection as he could finally see the Elite in the fog. Their long flowing black robes and masks freaked him the hell out. With a blood curdling cry, the Rogues assaulted his position.
Blast fire erupted all up and down the line, flying into the elite who just calmly deflected it back at his troopers. Snippar Sol stepped up onto his firing step, leveling his charged blast at the closest Sith. He could hear his men dying over the scouter, calling out for medics or just falling silent, their last breaths echoing through his ears. He opened up on a group of two Elites and let his assault blast go to work.
The Elite Rogues tried to deflect the shots, but too many were coming at them and those two went down in a heap. He could see several other Elites had gone down, but not enough were out of the fight, and the Saiyan hit his line. His troopers were trained in anti-resistance fighting, but it didn’t matter. They cut through his men and women like a hot knife through butter. He growled savagely as he called for backup again. “Hey! This is Snippar Sol, we’re getting slaughtered here, where’s our support?!”
Static came over the line as jammers went through the frequencies. “Snippar….Sol… this… One One… reinforcements… setting up… ...setting line behind you… fall back to it?” Snippar Sol just looked at the wall of his boxhole in disbelief. They left his troopers here to die. He called out over the group frequency. “Snippar Sol, this is Snippar Sol, fall back up the hill, repeat, fall back up the hill!” He looked up and saw Hell.
His Saiyan troopers were all fighting hand to hand. There were more Elites down but it wasn’t enough. The forty troopers he started the battle with were all dying, the droids and capacity destroyed. He turned as a Elite came at him, red blasts flashing. Snippar Sol ducked as he drew his combat Sword. He ducked again as the Saiyan swung back and he dodged into the Saiyan, burying his blade in the bastard’s throat. He pushed the dead body off his blade as he felt a burning sensation across his back. He had been hit with a neat blast. He fell to the bottom of his hole as he looked up, rolling onto his back. Through eyes filled with pain and tears, he looked up at the Saiyan that had killed him, then the blackness took him.
Smoke....blast shots…explosions….death and decay clashing against Saiyans. These were all things Snippar Sol heard or smelled in his stupor. He felt as if he was floating in an infinite sea of blackness. Was this Hell? Had he died and been sentenced to this oblivion for all the lives he had taken? He closed his eyes.. And opened them, the bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling hurting his eyes. His mouth was dry and cottony as he squinted, trying to focus. A pretty young woman came up to him, checking his readouts. “Where…” he tried to get some saliva in his mouth but failed. But she seemed to understand what he was asking. “You’re in the medical wing of Vegeta. You were cut by a blaster strike but you’re pretty well healed up now. You lost some blood though and we were surprised you made it. Apparently an Resistance Medic treated you.”
Snippar Sol looked around him as he slowly sat up, wincing as the newly healed skin on his back stretched. He could see people rushing to pack up gear. He looked at the nurse, “How long was I out for?” She made some notations on her chart. “Two weeks, give or take a day or two.” Snippar Sol nodded then gestured to the activity around him. “What’s going on with that?” The nurse stopped her writing and held her clipboard close, sighing before speaking, “Vegetan forces have been ordered to quit the planet. It’s part of the Treaty.”
Snippar Sol sat there in shock and sputtered, “Treaty...wha..what treaty?” She gasped slightly, putting her hand over her mouth. “That’s right, I forgot you were out cold for the past two weeks. It’s the Treaty of Resistance. The Resistance sacked the royals and forced us to sign a treaty giving up several core worlds. Part of Vegeta was one of them. I’m sorry Lieutenant.” She moved to leave the room, but Snippar called after her. “Where’s the General?” She looked back at him. “He’s in his office, speaking with the Elites I believe.”
Snippar Sol stumbled to his feet, holding the hospital gown around him. He stumbled out of medical, with a couple of nurses following behind him trying to get him to get back in bed. He stormed through the halls towards the General's office. Without even stopping at the General’s adjutant in the outer office, Snippar Sol stormed right in, the door banging open with a crash. The scene before him sickened him.
Ravision, the leader of the Elite contingent in Vegeta, was getting some medal from the General. “What the hell is this?!” Snippar Sol blurted out. The General just looked at the young Warrior. “I’m decorating Ravision for his actions in the defense of Hill seven hundred.” Snippar suddenly flew off the handle, staggering over to the Elite, anger quite evident on his face. “What the bloody Hell?! We defended that hill, not no damn Elite Saiyan we low levels did! They left us to die!” Before the General could respond, Ravision spoke up.
“We formed a defensive line further up the hill behind your position. My elites, along with the Battalion reserves were able to defeat the Resistance attack and retake your position. That was where we found you.”
Snippar Sol turned on the elite, poking him in the chest. “And if you had come to our aid like I bloody well asked, my TROOPS WOULDN’T BE DEAD!” Spittle flew from Snippar's mouth, landing on the Saiyans’s left cheek. He calmly wiped it off as The General grew evidently angry. “You are out of line Lieutenant. The elite made a tactical decision and did what was best for the Saiyan empire. They…” Snippar Sol cut him off.
“Best for the Vegeta?! Best, like what the elites is doing to Vegeta, abandoning us to the Resistance! I’ll be damned if some false treaty is gonna chase me off my homeworld, and damn the elite for leaving us to die!”
The Elite looked down at Snippar Sol, an arrogant glint in his eyes. “We did what was tactically sound, Mr. Sol. You need to calm yourself. We are all friends here.” Snippar Sol just glared murder at the Saiyan. “I don’t see friends here. All I see are cowards that don’t want to fight for the people of Vegeta. I’m done with all of you.” He spit on the floor in front of The General and Elites of Vegeta Revision and turned around, storming out of the office. He went and found his gear, and left. If the Elites wouldn’t fight for his world, then by damn he would. He’d never stop fighting for Vegeta. Awakening from his meditative state he launched a huge blast wave into the skies. Each selective number of strikes kept flowing off into the sky on an immense stand point. Blasts shot in anger until he relaxed from what was about to come. Sighing, his body was relaxed. Determination to get stronger was at its best, similar to a drug of desire, he started to train his weights bringing him down from the many kicks and punches launched.
Meditation; The beauty in concentrating on ones inner focus to reach new heights by simply going into a trance like state. To seek enlightenment through this was common among-st those of the Martial Arts, or Fighters in general. Not only did it help them seek said enlightenment, but it too connected one with all living things on a more profound spiritual level. Letting the true abrupt energy source of KI flow through you to seek inner peace and or resolve. It is because of constant meditation in a war this huge, that Martial Artists of many classes have yet to waver. Snippar Sol Meditated to not only relax, but heal his mind. Putting everything aside his aura spun nets of light that consumed the small ice like area in a warmth of focused energy. This ability through meditation was unnamed and used to only relax. Normally harmless and used to balance ones self within meditation to gather energy to forge. In doing so he started to obtain visions of the past that promoted strength but also haunted him with ease. Yes it was grand, but painful to any Saiyan attempting to acquire the next state from his transgressions. Once his thoughts had been at ease, and his strength dying down to a mere primordial state: The visions emerged to cultivate. It was quiet on the wooded hills a few hours march south of Vegeta. Birds were singing in the trees and the native fauna was starting to wake up. Fog was rolling in as the sound of troops digging in could be heard. Over and over again, the striking of shovels into the earthy loam of Vegeta echoed through the Mounatins canopy. The men and women of a Second Battalion, and First Battalion of the ninety-eighth Royal Assault Infantry were doing something they didn’t like to do. They were digging in.
Up and down the line that traced just below the summit of the hilltop, folding shovels flung the earth into piles in front of the boxholes they were digging. The Saiyan troops were frantically digging deep into the ground because intelligence said the resistance were on their way. To the rear of the Saiyans digging stood a Colonel. And next to that Colonel was a specialist of the Royal Guard wearing the stripes of a newly commissioned Second Lieutenant. It was a rank the young Vegetan did not want. He was given a battlefield commission after all the other ranking members of the Company were killed over the preceding weeks. He was sure the only reason he was given it was because a company had to have an officer in charge. Once this was all over, they’d take it back.
The Colonel was speaking to this young man, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “Lieutenant, you MUST hold this position. Our battle lines extend all the way back to the Palace. The Resistance are heading this way. If they take this position, our entire left flank will be exposed. They will roll up this entire army group and slaughter us all from the rear. Do you understand me Lieutenant?” He made a chopping motion with his left hand into his right palm. “This position must be held at all cause, no exceptions.”
Snippar Sol looked at the man. Not a spot of dirt on his uniform where as Snippar Sol was lucky if the power supply in his Saiyan Armor would hold out for the day. He smiled to the Colonel before speaking, “I got it sir. You can count on Second Battalion, we’ll hold the line. What about my request for reinforcements?”
The Colonel shook his head. “I don’t have any men to spare for you Lieutenant. The rogue Saiyans have a position up the hill from you, but they won’t commit themselves until they know where the brunt of the attack will hit. But don’t worry, once the Resistance attacks, just call for help and the other forces will roll down from the opposing hill, like a Namikian with a brute kick!”
Snippar Sol just nodded as the Colonel, he clapped him on the shoulder, and extended his hand to shake it. Taking the officer’s proffered hand, Snippar Sol watched as the man withdrew quickly and turned to the Corporal that was his Scouter operator. Things were about to get messy and ugly real quick. “Skip, getting battalion on the horn and make sure we got energy ready to lay down supporting fire in front of our positions if called for. Also, make sure you got our skirmishers out on the left. I don’t want any Rogues hitting us from the flank or trying to get around us.”
The young man nodded and saluted before turning to go see the orders were carried out. Snippar Sol called out behind him, “And stop saluting me!”
It was approaching Seven-Hundred local time, the forty men and women under his command having been digging in all night and into the morning. He had his heavy hitter Saiyans turrets spaced evenly along his line, along with the three perimeter defense combat-droids grouped towards the center of his lines, ready to respond to any attack. Appule had just come back up to him to report on the preparations when Snippar Sol held up his hand to silence him. The fog was unusually thick for this time of year, but that wasn’t what worried him. The birds had stopped chirping.
Snippar Sol turned to Appule. “Order the troops to their firing positions. Call back the OP’s and charge the heavy hitters in. Then get over to the droids and get ready to fill any holes that form in our line.”
The young Corporal started to sputter something about not being sure if the Resistance were out there when his voice was drowned out by crashing steps. Explosions shattered the trees and flung dirt all over the area as Snippar Sol grasped Appule by the upper arm. “MOVE IT!” He yelled to the young man before turning and running to his command hole that he had dug the previous night.
With explosions blasting all around their positions, the nervous Saiyan troopers peered over the lips of their boxholes and waited. Suddenly, just as quickly as it had started, the bombardment had ceased. Snippar Sol spoke to his troopers over their local Scouters frequency. “Snippar Sol to all troopers. They’ll be coming out of that fog any minute now. Keep your heads down, mark your targets, and trust in the pride of Vegeta to keep you alive. Don’t die either. I don’t feel like writing any documents. Understood?”
A chorus of acknowledgements flooded into his headset as a yell was heard from the bottom of the hill. Suddenly the air was alive with blast shots after blast shots, as the Resistance charged up the hill. His Saiyan troopers in cover, Snippar Sol watched at the Rogue Troopers fell in droves at the forlorn hope charge of his line. As quickly as it started, the Resistance were retreating back down, leaving their dead where they lay. Some had even made it within ten yards of the Second’s line.
It was as Snippar Sol was surveying the bodies before him that he noticed the one Resistance trooper just in front of his position. The young woman was still alive. Without hesitation, Snippar Sol jumped from his hole and ran to her, sliding to a stop next to her as calls behind him to cover the Lieutenant came from his men.
The woman was in shock, a blast shot had severed her left arm below the elbow. She was trying to fend Snippar Sol off but he calmly removed his headband and smiled at her. “Don’t worry dearest, I’m a savior. I’m gonna get you patched up.”
She stopped struggling at that as he worked to stop the bleeding and ease her pain. It was while working at her, he heard the resistance farther down the hill. He looked into the mist, and saw a few rogue Saiyans, hands filled with energy pointed at him. “Get your medic up here now!” For whatever reason, the Resistance followed his orders and within a minute, an alienated Medic was next to him.
“She’s gone into shock from blood loss and her left arm is gone below the elbow. I saw no other trauma. I’ve given her healing medication and a sedative, and placed a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.” The Resistance medic nodded as Snippar Sol got up to head back to his hole, placing his headband back on his head. But behind him, the man called out. “You’re him, aren’t you sir?” Snippar Sol turned back, looking at the man. “What do you mean, I’m him?” The medic waved for two other resistance troopers to come up with a stretcher. The medic stood up, facing Snippar Sol. “You’re the one they call Snips, the Vindicator of Planet Vegeta, aren’t you sir?”
Snippar Sol smiled behind his headband. “Yeah, that’s me. I don’t let anyone die that I can help, be they friend or foe.” The medic nodded and came to attention, saluting Snippar Sol in the Resistance fashion, arms straight to the side as he stood to attention. Snippar Sol returned the salute the Royal decree way, “Get on back to your men Medic. You're gonna be needed before all this is over. Try to save as many as you can.” The Resistance Medic just nodded as he retreated back down the hill, Snippar Sol going back to his hole to find Appule there waiting for him.
“No apple ale from earth, but we have two Whiskey imports in that have been evac’d to the top of the hill.” He gestured to the retreating Resistance. “What was that sir? Another one of your Missions of Mercy?” Snippar Sol removed his headband and ran his fingers through his hair. “You know me Appule, can’t leave a man or woman to die if I can help it. Still surprises me that they don’t shoot me.” Appule chuckled, “They know who you are sir. Both sides know about Snippar Sol, the Vindicate of Vegeta.”
Snippar Sol chuckled as more fire erupted from the bottom of the hill. He threw his headband back on as he peered down the hillside. He could see the shots flying through the mist but then he heard something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He heard the sound of numerous larger explosions being activated and through the mist, he could see multiple red yellow glowing. Yellow lines that were the blaster fires of at least twenty Rogue elite Saiyans. He turned to Appule, “Get the Battalion on the line immediately, and tap my Scouter into the frequencies.” Snippar Sol waited as he watched his Saiyan troopers return fire, the blue of their blast shots flying down the hill. But now, he could see some of those blue blasts being redirected back up the hill. There was definitely Elites down there.
He heard Battalion come on the line and spoke quickly. “Standard one,, are you there, connecting, we have multiple Elite Saiyans approaching our position. Count at least twenty blasts in the mist. Need immediate Elite support, over.” Snippar Sol waited for a response as he saw the yellow lines slowly starting to advance through the mist. “Hello, hello? This is Tilanios. Reinforcements are en route. The Elites will reinforce your position in six minutes. Now copy, over?”
Snippar Sol gritted his teeth. It would be all over in six minutes. “Copy that Tilanios. We’ll try to hold them off for that long. Snippar Sol over and out.” He closed the connection as he could finally see the Elite in the fog. Their long flowing black robes and masks freaked him the hell out. With a blood curdling cry, the Rogues assaulted his position.
Blast fire erupted all up and down the line, flying into the elite who just calmly deflected it back at his troopers. Snippar Sol stepped up onto his firing step, leveling his charged blast at the closest Sith. He could hear his men dying over the scouter, calling out for medics or just falling silent, their last breaths echoing through his ears. He opened up on a group of two Elites and let his assault blast go to work.
The Elite Rogues tried to deflect the shots, but too many were coming at them and those two went down in a heap. He could see several other Elites had gone down, but not enough were out of the fight, and the Saiyan hit his line. His troopers were trained in anti-resistance fighting, but it didn’t matter. They cut through his men and women like a hot knife through butter. He growled savagely as he called for backup again. “Hey! This is Snippar Sol, we’re getting slaughtered here, where’s our support?!”
Static came over the line as jammers went through the frequencies. “Snippar….Sol… this… One One… reinforcements… setting up… ...setting line behind you… fall back to it?” Snippar Sol just looked at the wall of his boxhole in disbelief. They left his troopers here to die. He called out over the group frequency. “Snippar Sol, this is Snippar Sol, fall back up the hill, repeat, fall back up the hill!” He looked up and saw Hell.
His Saiyan troopers were all fighting hand to hand. There were more Elites down but it wasn’t enough. The forty troopers he started the battle with were all dying, the droids and capacity destroyed. He turned as a Elite came at him, red blasts flashing. Snippar Sol ducked as he drew his combat Sword. He ducked again as the Saiyan swung back and he dodged into the Saiyan, burying his blade in the bastard’s throat. He pushed the dead body off his blade as he felt a burning sensation across his back. He had been hit with a neat blast. He fell to the bottom of his hole as he looked up, rolling onto his back. Through eyes filled with pain and tears, he looked up at the Saiyan that had killed him, then the blackness took him.
Smoke....blast shots…explosions….death and decay clashing against Saiyans. These were all things Snippar Sol heard or smelled in his stupor. He felt as if he was floating in an infinite sea of blackness. Was this Hell? Had he died and been sentenced to this oblivion for all the lives he had taken? He closed his eyes.. And opened them, the bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling hurting his eyes. His mouth was dry and cottony as he squinted, trying to focus. A pretty young woman came up to him, checking his readouts. “Where…” he tried to get some saliva in his mouth but failed. But she seemed to understand what he was asking. “You’re in the medical wing of Vegeta. You were cut by a blaster strike but you’re pretty well healed up now. You lost some blood though and we were surprised you made it. Apparently an Resistance Medic treated you.”
Snippar Sol looked around him as he slowly sat up, wincing as the newly healed skin on his back stretched. He could see people rushing to pack up gear. He looked at the nurse, “How long was I out for?” She made some notations on her chart. “Two weeks, give or take a day or two.” Snippar Sol nodded then gestured to the activity around him. “What’s going on with that?” The nurse stopped her writing and held her clipboard close, sighing before speaking, “Vegetan forces have been ordered to quit the planet. It’s part of the Treaty.”
Snippar Sol sat there in shock and sputtered, “Treaty...wha..what treaty?” She gasped slightly, putting her hand over her mouth. “That’s right, I forgot you were out cold for the past two weeks. It’s the Treaty of Resistance. The Resistance sacked the royals and forced us to sign a treaty giving up several core worlds. Part of Vegeta was one of them. I’m sorry Lieutenant.” She moved to leave the room, but Snippar called after her. “Where’s the General?” She looked back at him. “He’s in his office, speaking with the Elites I believe.”
Snippar Sol stumbled to his feet, holding the hospital gown around him. He stumbled out of medical, with a couple of nurses following behind him trying to get him to get back in bed. He stormed through the halls towards the General's office. Without even stopping at the General’s adjutant in the outer office, Snippar Sol stormed right in, the door banging open with a crash. The scene before him sickened him.
Ravision, the leader of the Elite contingent in Vegeta, was getting some medal from the General. “What the hell is this?!” Snippar Sol blurted out. The General just looked at the young Warrior. “I’m decorating Ravision for his actions in the defense of Hill seven hundred.” Snippar suddenly flew off the handle, staggering over to the Elite, anger quite evident on his face. “What the bloody Hell?! We defended that hill, not no damn Elite Saiyan we low levels did! They left us to die!” Before the General could respond, Ravision spoke up.
“We formed a defensive line further up the hill behind your position. My elites, along with the Battalion reserves were able to defeat the Resistance attack and retake your position. That was where we found you.”
Snippar Sol turned on the elite, poking him in the chest. “And if you had come to our aid like I bloody well asked, my TROOPS WOULDN’T BE DEAD!” Spittle flew from Snippar's mouth, landing on the Saiyans’s left cheek. He calmly wiped it off as The General grew evidently angry. “You are out of line Lieutenant. The elite made a tactical decision and did what was best for the Saiyan empire. They…” Snippar Sol cut him off.
“Best for the Vegeta?! Best, like what the elites is doing to Vegeta, abandoning us to the Resistance! I’ll be damned if some false treaty is gonna chase me off my homeworld, and damn the elite for leaving us to die!”
The Elite looked down at Snippar Sol, an arrogant glint in his eyes. “We did what was tactically sound, Mr. Sol. You need to calm yourself. We are all friends here.” Snippar Sol just glared murder at the Saiyan. “I don’t see friends here. All I see are cowards that don’t want to fight for the people of Vegeta. I’m done with all of you.” He spit on the floor in front of The General and Elites of Vegeta Revision and turned around, storming out of the office. He went and found his gear, and left. If the Elites wouldn’t fight for his world, then by damn he would. He’d never stop fighting for Vegeta. Awakening from his meditative state he launched a huge blast wave into the skies. Each selective number of strikes kept flowing off into the sky on an immense stand point. Blasts shot in anger until he relaxed from what was about to come. Sighing, his body was relaxed. Determination to get stronger was at its best, similar to a drug of desire, he started to train his weights bringing him down from the many kicks and punches launched.