Post by Connor Greaves on Aug 26, 2022 15:47:46 GMT -5
"How... How can there be even more paperwork than when I was Vice Captain?" Connor grumbled, going through the paperwork that had been generated thanks to the aftermath of the Hellion invasion. The chaos that had been created by those demons defied words. Countless people were slain, nearly every community in the Rukongai was left in ruins, and the Soul Cycle was nearly knocked off balance. There were still roving bands of demons popping up here and there, along with the Maggots Nest being blown open, there was all too much to try and fix. Recovery was a slow process.
Connor, who had been promoted thanks to his efforts in the invasion, had began the process of trying to fix the communication networks. He was trying to equip members of his squad with relay transmitters, so they can set up hotspots to allow Soul Reapers to get into contact with the Gotei from anywhere in the Seireirei. Progress has been slow on that front, hence the massive amount of paperwork. His plans had been deemed a lesser necessity when it came to the rebuilding of the decimated Rukongai, so he understood why it was taking longer to do his job.
Even still, the destruction caused would take years to recover from, if not decades. He still remembered what he almost resorted to against that abomination. He could still hear Hope weeping in a corner of his mind. It was deeply saddened by the last second intervention of... something. If it had been a second later, he would have allowed his hollow to take over... The thought disturbed him greatly, knowing that he would go to such lengths to protect this place. He did not want to be some mindless soldier, especially not in in service to this corrupt place.
That was why he wanted to reform the Soul Society. He wanted to make this an afterlife worth living in. The had the technology to turn this place from a dark ages dump, to a utopia, and now they had the opportunity to build it better than it once was. However, all of that would be for naught, if they kept getting bombarded by their enemies every few months. This Hellion invasion, along with the two from that Lunatic that seemed oddly familiar, proves that they needed to be more proactive in their defending of the Soul Society, their people, and the Soul Cycle itself.
He still remembered that woman who had helped him at the West Gate, Astrid she said her name was. She had been the only other person to have aided him on that side... and officially did not exist. After the Wyrm had died, and he had all but collapsed from forcing the Hollow back down, she had carried him back to the gate, or that was what he had heard after he awoke later. She had disappeared after the demons got pushed back, and their leaders fell, and he was promoted for being the only one who guarded the West.
He had wanted to recruit her for his squad, now that he had become Captain, but he was unable to find her. It left him suspicious and on guard. Was she an imposter? Was she even a Soul Reaper at all? Connor had come up short in the investigation, and was weary about the people around him now. He kept getting requests from Celes to fight, and now he was questioning if there was something more diabolical behind her intensions to spar with him. Was she trying to question his loyalty to this place? Was she trying to take him out, mafia style?
He was growing paranoid, he was self-aware enough to recognize that much at least. Still, he might be a little shell-shocked from the battle. So many died, so many souls consumed by Souruejji. They were still there, and he was struggling to free the ones that do not deserve to be trapped in there with Hope. The sword in question was leaning against his big wooden desk, in his new office in the Squad Nine barracks. It was strange calling it his office officially, even though he had been using it for the better part of three years now. Still, even with all that had lead up to him becoming the Squad Nine Captain, it was nice to finally be here.
Connor, who had been promoted thanks to his efforts in the invasion, had began the process of trying to fix the communication networks. He was trying to equip members of his squad with relay transmitters, so they can set up hotspots to allow Soul Reapers to get into contact with the Gotei from anywhere in the Seireirei. Progress has been slow on that front, hence the massive amount of paperwork. His plans had been deemed a lesser necessity when it came to the rebuilding of the decimated Rukongai, so he understood why it was taking longer to do his job.
Even still, the destruction caused would take years to recover from, if not decades. He still remembered what he almost resorted to against that abomination. He could still hear Hope weeping in a corner of his mind. It was deeply saddened by the last second intervention of... something. If it had been a second later, he would have allowed his hollow to take over... The thought disturbed him greatly, knowing that he would go to such lengths to protect this place. He did not want to be some mindless soldier, especially not in in service to this corrupt place.
That was why he wanted to reform the Soul Society. He wanted to make this an afterlife worth living in. The had the technology to turn this place from a dark ages dump, to a utopia, and now they had the opportunity to build it better than it once was. However, all of that would be for naught, if they kept getting bombarded by their enemies every few months. This Hellion invasion, along with the two from that Lunatic that seemed oddly familiar, proves that they needed to be more proactive in their defending of the Soul Society, their people, and the Soul Cycle itself.
He still remembered that woman who had helped him at the West Gate, Astrid she said her name was. She had been the only other person to have aided him on that side... and officially did not exist. After the Wyrm had died, and he had all but collapsed from forcing the Hollow back down, she had carried him back to the gate, or that was what he had heard after he awoke later. She had disappeared after the demons got pushed back, and their leaders fell, and he was promoted for being the only one who guarded the West.
He had wanted to recruit her for his squad, now that he had become Captain, but he was unable to find her. It left him suspicious and on guard. Was she an imposter? Was she even a Soul Reaper at all? Connor had come up short in the investigation, and was weary about the people around him now. He kept getting requests from Celes to fight, and now he was questioning if there was something more diabolical behind her intensions to spar with him. Was she trying to question his loyalty to this place? Was she trying to take him out, mafia style?
He was growing paranoid, he was self-aware enough to recognize that much at least. Still, he might be a little shell-shocked from the battle. So many died, so many souls consumed by Souruejji. They were still there, and he was struggling to free the ones that do not deserve to be trapped in there with Hope. The sword in question was leaning against his big wooden desk, in his new office in the Squad Nine barracks. It was strange calling it his office officially, even though he had been using it for the better part of three years now. Still, even with all that had lead up to him becoming the Squad Nine Captain, it was nice to finally be here.