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oh sorry this otter just has its 1st time the door stuck on his tail
Furphy nods at this, pleased the Dogetopians are actively interested in helping out.
“Ok...so how many in your team will be travelling with us? We will need to sort out logistics for this.”
* randomly comes back after 5 days of being AFK * what did i miss?
After floating around for a few days, The Prospere fleet finally receives the order to advance and make contact. The fleet readjusts and shifts, Heading towards Pluto.
King Dingonium II eagerly leads his troops personally, leaving King Yuri of the Kitsunes to rule over his section of Dogetopia until he returns, an arrangement that has worked perfectly for many years now, as the two of them are so close as to essentially be brothers. The soldiers begin to close in on a dodo colony, but Dingonium II sees something on a spy network that causes him to abort the mission and stop by a nearby planet first, where he begins to brief the soldiers.
“We were going to attack a major communication center of the dodo civilization, but we’ve discovered that it had already fallen to some kind of psychic influence. The natives are writhing with tentacles and have been having nightmares apparently. Does anyone have any ideas on how to handle the mission? No ideas are bad ideas.”
Hatsheput points to two of the ten psychics sent over, and then looks over at Furphy.
“Clara and Anna will be coming with me. The others will stay behind in case any further developments arise.”
You missed the rise of Cahdigr
Edmundian Pluto, Althanac, The new indochinese republic, and Pingu Aristocracy
The Plutonian radars are under control of the Dogetopian military, which catches wind of the fleet. The Dogetopian fleet is sent to intercept this fleet just in case anything gets violent.
The Kalosian airforce begins to target the city destroyer with their planes and Pokémon, attempting to destroy it before it can do any damage.
The Jakegroan fleet continues advancing, It halt's in viewing distance and waits for a signal.
*opens the primary cannon, makin it the mark which the Mohacian Shuttle and jet bombers do its move to drop bombs*
MSLD: 3, 2, 1, DROP
[i]Drops
wow, whos cahdigr?
wow, whos cahdigr?
Cahdigr is the dread deity of nightmares and eldritch abominations, the ferret that assimilates the universe
The Dogetopian fleet sends a message to the Jakegroan fleet.
“For your own safety, turn back. Pluto has been infected with a psychic affliction of some sort which is highly contagious.”
The many fighters move to intercept the bomb before it can be dropped, and Clarisse narrows her eyes angrily, looking at the otter.
“We should move to take out these fighters before they can intercept your bombs.”
MSLD human sargent: ALL FIGHTER JETS TAKE DOWN ENEMY FIGHTERS
a ferret? .... PFFTFFTT HA, a ferret?!. jeez that's some stuff right their.
The most wicked ferret of space-time
Admiral Morris nods at this
“Well, as we speak, I’ve got drones and starfighter patrols canvassing the battle area. They will inform me if any movements are detected. More carrier strike groups have been mobilised and we’ve got patrols in the space between Lunaria, Earth and Mars. We also alerted our civilian astronomers so we will have all hands on deck looking for these bastards.”
Furphy nods
“Sounds good. We’ll get the vehicles ready.”
He leaves the room quickly. About fifteen minutes later, he comes back and gestures towards the Dogetopians
“Alright guys, follow me please.”
He leads Hatsheput, Clara and Anna back through the halls of the Department of Health building to the car park in front, where two black SUVs are waiting...
"I'm very sorry your still confusing me good sir"
where am I oh the trade well did we have a deal onto trading
"Very well then...God Dammed Stu-Crackle" The Jakegroan fleet readjusts itself and opens a portal, entering the portal and leaving.
(
Cahdigr did you want to progress this RP further?)
"Ehat do you have to offer?"
One young soldier enthusiastically pipes up, eager to volunteer his opinion
"Private Nguyen, Your Majesty...Sir, I believe that since they are weakened at the moment, now would be a good time to strike! We bring our superior firepower to bear, and we'll have our flag flying over their base this time tomorrow!"
Another soldier is a little more pessimistic about the situation
"Sergeant Raya...Sir, with all due respect, we have no idea what is afflicting that base. Who knows, we might get it as well! I say we hold our position here for the moment while we gather more information."
The troops seem divided over this point. Some of them want to charge in and bag their first military victory, while others seem more cautious, not wanting to also start having nightmares and limbs turning into octopus tentacles. While the age differences between the troops isn't significant, the younger ones out of the group are the ones advocating for the advance while the older soldiers want to hold back. The decision is now for Dingonium II's to make...
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