Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Nov 18, 2018 2:34:58 GMT -5
It seemed like it had taken ages, but the Kiwano Force had finally been granted the green light to touch down on the N-PTO's latest sought after prize. The tropical and temperate planet of Pulume was painted with mystery; there was a lot of information they didn't have access to, which made first contact missions like this one all the more exciting but also dangerous. As Kiwano headed to the launch bay to settle into his pod for the trip, he'd patch a message through to Tundra and give him the heads up assuming he hadn't already been informed. Just got the go-ahead for Pulume. Headed to the bay. Simple and short. Part of him was incredibly curious on what exactly these squatters were like, and even more so the thought of what they were planning. If they'd been stalking the recon team and could mash half a brain together throughout the lot of them, they had to know something was about to happen. Maybe they would set traps or defenses? Maybe they were preparing their best fighters to try and scare away the N-PTO forces? Only time would tell. The Durian always hated having to scrunch himself into these pods. His heavyweight bruiser build often had a lot of trouble squeezing into them, usually leaving him with an aching neck and back by time he'd gotten where he wanted to go. He'd already resigned himself to connecting to the provided pod with his Scouter, remotely sliding the seat back and reclining it as far as it could bend. Even then, his knees were probably going to get mashed up against the view window. The mechanics officer stationed in the bay offered a look of disbelief as the large Durian strolled by. ''S-sorry, sir. Rambutan took the over-sized pod already. Important business, he said.'' Of course, that bastard Rambutan. Even in casual circumstances he still found a way to be an inconvenience. ''Yeah, yeah. 'Course he did, fancy that. Don't matter. Just get that'n prepped fer launch plus one.'' ''Oh, you bringing company along this time? Not like Daikondu, huh?'' ''Nah. Finally tryin' to build the team.''The mechanic nodded, beginning to tap away commands into the electronics pad hooked onto a bracer on his right arm. As he ran his diagnostics, Kiwano would bring his heavy-set frame over to a mess table to wait. Withdrawing a small figurine with a circular base, he'd set the gray metallic figurine on the table, set his Scouter to ''zoom'' function, then withdraw a small brush. Digging a small flip-open palette of paint from a pouch on his belt, he'd get to work coloring it up proudly in order to add it to his tabletop army later. Tundra
HP: 0 / 750 GP: 6 / 6 3d50 Sorry for the wait! Was gonna crank this out before work yesterday until I woke up late.
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Nov 18, 2018 22:25:32 GMT -5
His report had been made, and the Android, Giya - under the guise of Panel - would now be safely settled. Her pregnancy would likely be a problem in the short term, but there was a power to her, and Tundra liked the potential. If she truly is the very same being that had served the Neo-Planet Trad Organization in the past, then her history spoke highly enough on its own. Still, the two of them are playing a dangerous game - Lord Glacier would be quite angered to find his soldiers slinking around his back. However, Tundra had become disillusioned with their mighty leader.
Already, Lord Glacier has overlooked details that could have dire consequences if Tundra did not remain quick to discover them, and stamp them out. First was allowing an android as powerful as Giya to leave the Organization in the first place. Perhaps Lord Glacier simply stuck his nose up at warriors that are not also Arcosians - a foolish notion that Tundra does not emulate. Any warrior, given time and chances to prove themselves, could become incredibly powerful. It was only by dumb luck that Tundra happened to be the person Android Giya contacted in her bid to return to the Organization.
The second flaw in his leadership, was the obvious lack of security - this human, this... Awamori, had managed to infiltrate Gokkano and establish a base. As weak and pathetic as the humans in that base had been, and as easily as it was for Tundra and Giya to utterly trounce those insurgents, the event had shown Tundra just how lax and uncaring Lord Glacier was. An overlord's duty was to ensure that the Organization goes unchallenged, and remains feared across the universe - and yet here they had been, having to crush these insects that dared to step foot on Gokkano!
There were more flaws, of course, but only those to be expected of anyone who takes command - becoming an overlord does not mean omniscience. But these failures on Lord Glacier's part had engendered... thoughts. Thoughts of what could be done better. These are dangerous thoughts, the kind that lead to execution, if they were known by other officers. Tundra had been so deep in thought, that he almost missed the chiming of his communicator. The Arcosian soldier activates the device and listens to the message - making a grin appear on Tundra's face. The Arcosian soldier immediately turns, and rockets into the air, heading straight for the hanger bays...
Within the hour, Tundra descends through the air, and lands tautly on the solid platform. He clasps his hands behind his back and makes his way through the crowd of soldiers - both recent returns and those soon to leave. It doesn't take long for Tundra to locate Kiwano, and the Arcosian makes his way straight to the Durian. He approaches Kiwano from behind, and notices the being fiddling with something that seems to be taking up all of the Durian's attention. Tundra steps wide of Kiwano, and stares at the figurine that the Durian painstakingly works to paint. Even from this distance, Tundra can see the amount of detail the Durian demands with each brush stroke, making Tundra smile.
While he had not given out this fact to anyone, he quite enjoyed art. Paintings and sculptures, artifacts and technology - these things sang to Tundra in their own unique ways. No two races shared exact nuances, and in the past Tundra had taken it upon himself to salvage bits and pieces of art from planets he had been sent to. Though many races had been condemned to annihilation, preserving their art, even if only small bits, was an impulsive imperative to Tundra.
After a moment, Tundra steps closer to Kiwano, offering a polite bow of his head.
"Captain Kiwano, I am present and ready for our mission to Planet Pulume." Tundra says, placing his right hand over his left pectoral. Tundra's armor almost shines in the lighting, proof that he had also been painstaking in the proper care and buffing of his battle jacket.
Tundra HP 0/870 Dice: 3d58
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Dec 3, 2018 18:44:16 GMT -5
So enthralled was the heavyweight Durian in his delicate painting session that he hadn't even noticed his new comrade show up. He'd just finished up a bit of the trim on the pauldrons of the figure's armor, choosing a bronze color. He'd now started on detailing the waist of the armor, making fine tiny little scratches with the thin brush to ensure he didn't slip and color the wrong parts. It took a certain kind of steady hand, and over the course of his tabletop wargaming career he'd ended up tossing out buckets worth of little figurines he'd uglied with the mistakes born from practice and impatience. Tundra's voice causes him to jump a little bit, but he decided he'd own his nerdy little hobby instead of look ashamed of it. He'd re-steady his hand and continue the final finer details as he replied, rolling his shoulders a little that had gone stiff from sitting in such a focused posture for so long. ''Howdy there, pardner. Glad ta have ya along fer the ride. I already spoke to the head engineer, he's gettin' our pods ready. Shouldn't be too long now.'' He finished the details just in time to turn and see Tundra's salute. Withdrawing a case that suspended the figure by its base to avoid smears, he'd lock it in tight and leave it on the table to dry. Wriggling his way out of the bench that clearly wasn't made to accommodate someone of his girth, he'd slowly and carefully swing each leg over one at a time to stand. He'd return the salute to his ally. ''Haven't had any updates on the situation down there. How 'bout you? Seems an awful kind of quiet, I reckon.'' He noticed the glare of polish on his Arcosian ally's armor, and it said something about his character. He took a lot of pride in what he did and what he stood for. Most times unless it was for some sort of formal occasion, Kiwano couldn't be bothered with that kind of thing. He was usually far more focused on his training, relishing the thought of what it would feel like to snap Rambutan's neck. He wasn't one to make his opinions public; he followed orders, did what was asked. It wasn't his place to let things become personal. Yet somewhere along the way, he'd developed quite a hatred for that groveling snot. By extension, he was quickly losing his faith in Glacier too. He hadn't told anyone, of course. If he ever wanted to put a good plan into motion he didn't need some bottom-feeder ratting him out for a promotion. Tundra
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Dec 4, 2018 0:46:08 GMT -5
Tundra ponders the question posed to him briefly, but shakes his head.
"No, Captain, I have not heard any further developments regarding our mission to Pulume." Tundra replies evenly, his eyes narrowing slightly. The Arcosian touches his forefinger and thumb to his chin thoughtfully. "However... I am hopeful that these supposed colonists do turn out to be connected to the problem I have been facing."
Tundra gazes at the ground for a moment, and then returns his crimson eyes on the Durian.
"I recently gave my report in person to the High Command, but they did not take my concerns to heart. But, as you were not present at the time, I was not able to brief you on a recent development." Tundra continues calmly. "I was contacted by a woman who claimed to be a prisoner to an insurgent organization supposedly based on Gokkano. I believe I may have mentioned this before."
Tundra considers his words before continuing further.
"As it turns out, this was the truth. After I finally made contact with the woman, an android evidently, she led me to the insurgent stronghold. Between the two of us, the insurgents were comparable to insects fighting a blizzard." Tundra explains. "I took that information to High Command, and was... disregarded. But I am certain that the threat is greater than the surface suggests. According to the android, Panel, the leader of this insurgent pestilence is named Awamori - a Human."
Tundra gives Kiwano a knowing look.
"Humans are a growing ingenuity species, but their battle power has historically made them negligible." he continues. "The threat lies in their capability to create - Androids are a primary example of their intellect. If Pulume happens to be a secondary staging ground - and I'm not saying it definitively is - our operation could dampen their progress considerably. With High Command disregarding the threat the Humans pose, we are woefully unprepared for whatever the enemy has planned."
Tundra again looks at the floor, touching his forefinger and thumb to his chin.
"And if a species as low as Humans makes a significant enough mark against the Neo-Planetary Trade Organization, more civilizations will become emboldened to attack us as well." Tundra looks at Kiwano, openly showing disgust. "After Pulume is dealt with, I ask that we also consider going directly to Earth II, and make the Humans understand the penalty for their transgressions against the Organization." Kiwano
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Dec 19, 2018 7:42:46 GMT -5
The Durian dialed in his attention when Tundra mentioned something about a problem he'd been dealing with recently. Listening intently, he took in his comrade's words as he spoke about an insurgent organization that may have been based on the NPTO's main world. He wanted to say he could recall something about it and how it sounded familiar, but there had been a lot running through the Force Captain's mind as of late. Something rubbed him the wrong way about Pulume. He'd assisted or even led takeovers before, but things were quiet; there weren't any glaring signs of open conflict yet. He re-focused himself when Tundra affirmed that the rumor he'd spoke of before turned out to be true, and that he personally had met up with an outside contact and cleared them out of their hiding place. He was impressed at Tundra's initiative, but he'd save his words for now and continue to pay attention.
He went on to explain that this outside contact, apparently an android called Panel, was able to share the identity of the one at the top of the chain. A Human? Well that was certainly strange. Humans were a dull and mostly harmless species from what he knew. Every few generations they could end up with one sporting a genius-level intellect or maybe even a fighting energy comparable to some of the more seasoned soldiers of the NPTO, but they were never much of a threat even when organized. They largely kept to themselves, too. Tundra did have a point though. Even if they were typically weak, the smart ones could occasionally create something destructive enough to cause concern. Those who couldn't fight could often manufacture things that could.
Taking in all the information before beginning his response, he'd scratch at his chin as he let his thoughts flow. ''We're in deep, sounds ta me. On one hand, I reckon I can agree with a show of force to make an example. On the other, though...'' He would grunt a breath, now considering the negatives. ''We don't wanna spread ourselves too thin, either. It'll all come down to the brass. There could still be cells of the varmints hidin' out on Gokkano, or other worlds just a short shot away. Strikin' at Earth could leave us vulnerable against Daikondu, too. Them monkeys are just lookin' for a chance to come and kick the door in.'' However, he also realized inaction could have been just as risky, if not more so. ''We've got plenty of angles to consider. Maybe High Command isn't sure what to do either.''
He watched as two small teams of mechanics began running the final diagnostics and checkups on the pair of pods. It wouldn't be long now. If Pulume really did turn out to be connected to this mess, it might have gave them some more room to act.
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Dec 20, 2018 0:35:22 GMT -5
The Captain made a fair point - despite his and Kiwano's power, as well as the Android Giya's power and Lord Glacier standing above them all, leaving Gokkano relatively undefended for any extended period of time could prove problematic. This, of course, was the problem with maintaining an organization, or civilization, on any one planet. Personally, Tundra thought it foolish - the original Planetary Trade Organization's authority traveled from place to place; of course, in that era, the mere name of that individual alone was enough to send entire star systems reeling back in fear. There was no need for a throne world, when that person was the authority of all things.
This tactic was lost over the centuries, and though Tundra pains to admit it, the Arcosians had grown weaker over time, rather than stronger. No one, not even Lord Glacier, could hold a candle to the legendary feats of the original leaders
Tundra stares at the workers for a moment, and when he speaks, he still hasn't turned back to Kiwano.
"...I am not confident that Command can be trusted to act unless directly provoked, when it is far too late." Tundra says in a low voice, "Were it up to me... no, it isn't up to me. Forgive me, Captain, I became lost in my thoughts."
Tundra turns back to Kiwano, his eyes brimming with purpose.
"If there indeed are more cells on Gokkano, or in neighboring systems, I most assuredly shall discover them." Tundra says, placing his right hand over his left pectoral, and bowing his head. "For now, I shall keep my attention to current events. By your leave, Captain, I am ready for deployment to Planet Pulume." Kiwano
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 7, 2019 5:57:51 GMT -5
Kiwano found himself surprised, pleasantly surprised even, when he heard Tundra speak. As the worker drones finished up the preparations on the pods. ''No need 'ta apologize, pardner. It's good 'ta question these kinds of things sometimes, I reckon.'' He wouldn't spill too much of his own thoughts on the matter; maybe later, away from all these ears. He could certainly agree he didn't hold a lot of confidence in command. The only thing that would likely move Glacier into action would be a significant enough threat right on the soil of Gokkano, and even then something told him all other options would be exhausted first. It left a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach that he took orders from somebody like that. He didn't have all the answers and he'd never promise he could do a better job, unless Rambutan's job was the one in question. Even then he'd likely keep his current position if it meant having to work alongside Glacier. He was a firm believer in leading by example, and Glacier had always struck him as the type to lead with fear from behind closed doors. There were recruits even today scared to not make improvements fast enough on their marks in training. Low morale complicated everything; most of all, results. ''If there are, we'll sniff 'em out and take care of it alright.'' He would return the salute before nodding to Tundra, heading off to his prepared pod. ''Time to see what's cookin' on Pulume. I find it kinda strange we haven't heard any crucial updates yet. Wonder how the recon team's holdin' up?'' He didn't see much use in calling ahead; the departure staff would see to that much. He'd duck and begin to squeeze his massive frame into the under-sized pod, doing everything he could to recline and scoot the seat back. He still ended up resting his elbows on his knees, keeping his head low to keep his spiky skull from brushing the ceiling of the interior. Wiggling around enough to press a button to close and seal the pod, the departure chief would wait for Tundra to enter a pod as well before starting the countdown to launch. Something still rubbed him the wrong way though. The Durian became locked in his thoughts. If Pulume's natives were reportedly primitive, why were the two of them being sent? Security was one thing, but NPTO technology alone sounds like it would have been enough to see the job done. Tundra
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 7, 2019 7:30:24 GMT -5
Tundra nods at Kiwano's words - nothing more quite needed to be said. However, there was something both amusing, and unsettling when he watched the Captain trying to force himself into a standard sized Attack Pod. For most members of the Organization, the pods were just spacious enough for them. Others, like Kiwano, could easily choose to utilize the larger pods, so why use these?
Tundra looks around as he heads for his own pod, and spots several other of the organization's spaceship models. Looming in the far background is, of course, one of the primary capital ships - likely belonging to Lord Glacier. However, the Organization possessed two other models that Tundra felt Kiwano should consider taking a look at.
The first of them was what looked like a miniature version of the capital ships. These vessels were designed to transport two individuals comfortably, and were equipped with a fair amount of space - two small rooms to sleep in, and a fairly decent sized cargo hold for a ship of its size. The second model is a considerably larger vessel, more suited to moving a few dozen troops at once. The ship is roughly one fourth the size of the capital-class ships, but well suited for commanders. Typically, this model was reserved for important invasions - not very good for being discreet.
As Tundra settles into his pod, he begins considering the need for an upgrade. These pods were decent for travel, but completely lacked amenities. And in terms of being discreet - meteoring into a planet wasn't exactly great. Still, Tundra would suggest to the Captain that there were better ways for him to travel than stuffing himself into a pod that clearly isn't right for his size. That suggestion could wait until they were on their way, however.
The Arcosian soldier settles more comfortably into his seat - harder to do given his thick tail - and hits a button to shut and seal the hatch. A mechanical countdown rings through the confined space, and Tundra sits back, resting his head against the headrest of the seat, and crosses his arms to await takeoff.
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 15, 2019 4:41:46 GMT -5
Takeoff would come for the pair quickly and smoothly. Kiwano certainly had a lot on his mind to help cut some of the time off the trip; the longer he could stay distracted, the better. Typically this would be one of those golden opportunities to paint away at a few of his figures to add them to his army, but there'd been a couple of things bothering him lately. It seemed like problems were popping up everywhere, and things weren't getting solved; almost as if a certain someone up top just couldn't be bothered enough to care. Here they were on a two-man strike mission and they were very much lacking for information, all the while possible cells of enemies could have littered Gokkano itself. Then there was a provocation from Earth, and then the matter of Daikondu. Trying to sort everything out all at once was giving him headaches, though in particular he did wonder if the recon team sent to Daikondu were still alive and well. It had been some time since they last made contact. Drifting through space, he shuffled a bit in his seat to try and find a more comfortable (if impossible) position. His goals were beginning to undergo changes. Where once all he hoped to do was serve faithfully and to the best of his ability, climbing the ranks to make a difference, now he had somewhat dangerous thoughts crawling around in his skull. What if Glacier wasn't what the NPTO needed? What could be done to get back on the right track? Rambutan had to go, either way. Challenging him for his position would be enough to see to that. The way things were going now, problems were being addressed thinly and haphazardly. Deep down he feared that any one of them could become a much bigger threat in the near future, and that they were on a slippery slope. Of course, his channel was open to his comrade, who may have noticed his silence up to that point. He was clearly trapped in his thoughts, though deep in his soul he almost felt...helpless? He was in no position to make decisions, just to be a work-horse for the idiotic half-baked plans that had been flying around lately. Tundra
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 18, 2019 10:03:51 GMT -5
The inferno that surrounds Tundra's pod as the small ship breaks through the planet's atmosphere is dulled visually by the pod's hatch viewport. It still, though, fills the pod with swirling red and orange light until the pod finally reaches far beyond the sky. The flames are wiped away, leaving only the red-tinged view of space through the viewport. In all honesty, this was only the second time in a long while that Tundra had the opportunity to leave Gokkano - and he hates being tied to one location for too long. The chance to leave the frigid world is quite welcome, even if Kiwano had put in his mind the possibility of other insurgent strongholds across the planet.
However, Tundra privately feels that is likely not the case. With as advanced as their scouter technology has become, large concentrations of living beings would be quickly located and destroyed. No, if there were any more, the discovery and destruction of the base where Dr. Ichigo met his end would force the rest to go to ground until it seemed safe enough to even glance outside. So, for now...
Tundra reaches over to his communication device mounted to the console in front of him, and carefully creates an encryption. There would be no good to come from being overheard. After confirming that the encryption was working, Tundra signaled to Kiwano's space pod.
"Captain, as we have some time on our hands, I would like to speak more on certain matters." Tundra begins. "Are you familiar with the name, Android Giya?" Kiwano
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 27, 2019 13:16:14 GMT -5
He continued to mull over his thoughts, and wondered what kind of resistance they would face on Pulume's surface once they got there. It had been too long without any sort of a field report, and he was almost certain now that something had happened. Every soldier was an asset. No matter how numerous, veterans were hard to come by and very valuable. The fact that no attempts had been made to contact that field team was definitely suspicious; were they considered disposable? That might have been part of it, but with no attempts to collect information he was starting to wonder what they had actually even been sent for. Was Rambutan behind part of this? That moron loved setting Kiwano up for failure. Just another among many reasons he wanted to stove-in his skull. The Durian would suddenly be stirred from his thoughts with a flashing icon on his holo-monitor display. A monotone voice would ring out through the cramped cockpit. ''Attention. Priority message incoming. Encryption channel zero-one-one-five-three.''What, they hadn't even landed yet and the brass had something to say? Maybe it was the recon team down on Pulume's surface. He was surprised to find out it was actually coming from Tundra's vessel, of all people. He wondered why it was under encryption; this must have been important. Flexing his thumb out to mash the button to open the channel, Tundra's face would appear on the holo-monitor. ''Plenty o'time, pardner. What'cha got fer me?'' The Arcosian asked if the name ''Android Giya'' meant anything to him. Shaking his head a bit, he would respond quickly. ''Giya? I can't say it rings a bell, nope. This have anythin' to do with that...what was it, Panel?'' Honestly, deep down the Durian was hoping that Tundra shared a lot of his thoughts and hoped that it was the reason for the encryption. One man couldn't set an entire organization back on track, but if he could build any kind of network he might have actually had a shot. He already had an early plan in mind; days of war games on the holo-top with his miniatures gave him a certain knack for pursuits of strategy. Many of those in the organization considered him to be dumb muscle, but he was a lot more clever than he looked. It was a lot more convenient for them to think that way. Tundra
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 27, 2019 22:09:50 GMT -5
When Kiwano appeared on the screen, Tundra is satisfied that the encryption was working properly. The Durian Captain surmised that Tundra was referring to Panel immediately, making Tundra smile.
"You are quite correct - there is a correlation between the two names." Tundra replies, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Android Giya, as I was able to find out, was a warrior that previously worked for the Neo-Planet Trade Organization. However, at some point, the android was removed from her service. Whether she abandoned her duties, or was driven out, I do not know."
Tundra's expression hardens.
"But Android Giya and Panel are the same being." Tundra informs his Captain. "She herself explained that she used the very insurgents I recently attacked to have a new body built for her to transfer into. She reached out to me when her situation worked against her, wishing to return to the Organization."
Tundra adjusts himself more comfortably in his seat, arms still crossed. But the tip of his tail slowly twitches as he speaks.
"I made it clear to the android that Lord Glacier would eliminate her, if she had indeed deserted - and judging by how quickly she accepted the idea makes me believe that she did just that." the Arcosian soldier continues. "The android is powerful, and she has recently delivered children that have an unnerving ability to communicate telepathically. How this is possible, I do not understand - but there are many strange beings in the universe. But I digress; the primary reason for my bringing this up, is that the android has shown a tendency towards being... very independent. I hold my belief that she will be a valuable asset for the organization, but I have no illusions that she will eventually decide to act autonomously again. She is not a danger to the organization yet, but I intend to keep an eye on her."
"With more than myself aware of her true self, her leverage and maneuverability falters." Tundra adds. "Having her with the organization is safer than letting her run around outside of our control, or so is my thinking."
Kiwano
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Feb 4, 2019 19:01:46 GMT -5
Tundra was quickly revealing himself to have a much sharper mind than the Durian first gave him credit for. He'd seen a wellspring of potential in the Arcosian, but he was shaping up to be a much more seasoned recruit than Kiwano had first pictured. Two elites were far better than a large company of soldiers; especially when it came to staying low profile. He listened intently to the explanation on Panel, or rather Giya, as he'd likely refer to her from now on (though he'd make sure to remember to use ''Panel'' if he'd ever met her in person). It did sound a lot like she was playing nice because her plans went south. She had a body constructed for her from the insurgents she'd urged Tundra to eliminate, and that entire idea was suspicious enough. It sounded like she was one who closely followed scorched earth policy. Maybe as soon as the insurgents were finished being useful, she just wiped them out to cover her own tracks? No matter the case, she was clearly one that needed to be watched. ''Smart of ya to keep a close eye on her. She sounds like trouble. Glacier wouldn't bother asking questions if he found out, nope. She'd go right to the choppin' block. Even better is the fact that now we both know about what she might be up to; she's gonna have a much harder time takin' either of us down if she needs to, and an even tougher time coverin' it up if she manages it, I reckon.'' Tundra himself was powerful all on his own, but with rumors popping up about Kiwano's training simulator marks crushing Rambutan's, he'd been put on the same radar. He'd started formulating his own plans to start making moves against Glacier. With all of this coming out into the open, he debated sharing. At the same time, Tundra had to have known keeping this information from the higher-ups was risky. Maybe he was worth trusting after all. ''So, Tundra.'' His tone would suddenly grow more serious. ''How do you feel about how things are goin' with Glacier? I'm no turncoat, but things have gotten pretty wild lately. We're half-baked on a few different war-fronts, and we're the only two doin' much about it.''
Tundra
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Feb 4, 2019 23:10:28 GMT -5
Tundra listens as the Durian Captain reiterates Tundra's own words, and nods silently. However, before Tundra considers what next to say, Kiwano suddenly speaks rather brazenly. The question surprises the Arcosian soldier, who openly shows this with his eyes widening at first, and then narrowing thoughtfully. It was not difficult at all to surmise that Kiwano was privately displeased with how the Neo-Planetary Trade Organization was being led - a displeasure that Tundra actually shared. But the biggest tip off for Tundra, isn't that Kiwano says he is displeased with how dispassionate their leaders seemed to be - no, it was that the Durian did not call their master by his title, Lord Glacier...
For a moment, Tundra touches his forefinger and thumb to his chin, thinking critically on the matter. It wouldn't do for misconceptions to be made - being blunt here would be far more serviceable.
"I happen to agree with you on the matter, Captain." Tundra replies, finally. "Our forces and resources are being wasted on drawn out affairs. If anything, I would have to say that there has been a severe cut back in the capabilities of our forces. Too few soldiers have battle powers comparable to simple Cultivars, or Saibamen if you prefer the term."
Tundra lowers his hand, and gazes at the image of Kiwano.
"As for Lord Glacier, the actions of High Command and every cog down is a reflection of his leadership." Tundra declares bluntly. "Apathy, laziness, and failure to quickly and efficiently settle problems starts at the top, and works its way down, souring ever further with each step. Lord Glacier is content to sit idly by. His formidable battle power would normally suggest that he is best suited to lead from the front lines, but he instead chooses to isolate himself on Gokkano."
Tundra had to stop himself from saying a coward's act.
"That we are having to take it upon ourselves to act appropriately to settle problems will be how the issues are resolved. But settling external problems can only serve the Organization so well - there are internal problems that must be dealt with as well." Tundra adds, his tone hinting at a hidden cruel intent. "After all, the Organization is only as effective as those who lead it are."
Kiwano
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Feb 14, 2019 11:01:36 GMT -5
The hard truth was that Tundra was right; the only way things got done just so happened to be when either of the two of them got involved, and the rest of their military were laughable at best in comparison; merely useful for buying time for the ''big guns'' to be deployed. What the organization needed was something to spark reconstruction from the ground up, and that wasn't the kind of thing that was going to come easily. The longer they waited, though, the more damage these recent examples of poor leadership could cause. Kiwano was a man of pride; it didn't sit quite right with him that Glacier and Rambutan seemed so content to use him as a work-horse while they reaped the rewards and contributed very little, if anything at all. Tundra's own notes on leadership made the Durian think again to the recon team down on Pulume. As much as he hated sounding like a pessimist, they were probably dead. There had still been no contact, and the only ones he could think to blame were those sitting at the top. ''Who's to say they won't grow tired of us takin' it upon ourselves to solve these sorts of things, anyway? Sure, they're all for it now since we're the heaviest hitters they got. I've already heard plenty of rumors about Rambutan bad-mouthin' me what with my recent win against King Monkey, not t' mention my battle power's startin' to creep above his, or so i'm told.'' The two Durians' shared history was full of disputes and not much else. What he was about to admit would likely be the riskiest piece of information he had, but the quip about ''internal problems'' made him confident he could share. ''I'm tired of that varmint, tell you what. I actually got somethin' in mind, but it ain't somethin' I think I can tackle alone.''Glacier, much like Tundra had already said, seemed to really enjoy having others do his dirty work for him. Rambutan had gotten lazy; it was rare to see that boot-licker get anything done himself instead of passing it down to Kiwano and a few unlucky squadrons of troops. So if Kiwano proved he was more capable and reliable than Rambutan and not at all afraid of getting his hands dirty, then what? ''Soon, i'm gonna challenge Rambutan to a scrap and gun for his spot. Risky, but with the kind of info i'll have direct access to I consider it nothin' short of a requirement. It makes my skin crawl, plottin' like this. But if I don't do somethin', those two are gonna run the NPTO into the dirt.'' He would pause for a moment, letting Tundra consider his words. ''Alone? I can handle Rambutan, but if I made a move against Glacier he'd kill me and all this planning would'a been for nothin'. But after his little sidekick's gone and with a little more time, I think the two strongest fighters the NPTO's got just might be enough.''
Hope I didn't butcher it too much, posted before bed after a long shift xD Tundra ,
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