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 Apr 10, 2018 16:43:03 GMT -5
The Durian's battle with the Northern King had been grueling. After the fight, he'd hurriedly made his leave from the cave on Daikondu, combing the wastes for wreckage. It was a mandatory course in the academy; you needed to be able to restore at least a one-man space pod to operational order, and that's exactly what he did. He managed to pile together some working fuses, a new door, a new keypad, and a new navigational battery. He'd hauled them all back to his one-way pod and quickly got to work making his repairs, and he'd departed Daikondu. Part of him was sure he'd end up returning one day, but he wasn't quite sure when. His first aid skills kept him patched together well enough, but the ride back to Gokkano was far from a pleasant one. Upon his arrival, he stumbled his way to the medical bay and got checked out. It didn't take the doctors long to toss him into a healing tank, of course. That tended to be their solution for everything from a stubbed toe to a missing arm. After a day's worth of healing, he didn't exactly feel brand new but his injuries had recuperated well enough. He was tasked with meeting his superiors to go over the details of what exactly had happened on the Saiyan planet. He explained himself simply enough, and while he was very much expecting disciplinary action, instead he ended up with quite the opposite. ''It takes more than your everyday soldier to go toe-to-toe with a Saiyan King and win'', they'd told him. ''Because of your efforts, we've decided to green-light your project and shift the appropriate funding.'' ''My project? You mean the Force?'' ''Correct. Your victory has proven you have the skill in battle to make a capable Captain. You have the freedom to build your team as you see fit, but we urge you to go for quality over quantity. This is not a military division, just as you requested. This is a task force of what we consider some of our most capable fighters. Choose wisely.'' Well, howdy. He hid a smirk, but it wasn't one coming from pride. Having this kind of freedom brought him one step closer to his actual plans; if he could hand-pick who was going to be part of this unit, he could groom up a fighting force capable of kicking Glacier and his pet right on out of Gokkano! ''Understood. Reckon now that i'm good an' spry, i'll see about searchin' out a few recruits.''After his dismissal, he'd decided he was going to take a look around the base. They had an academy on site where greenhorn and veteran alike came to train up and find out what units they were being bounced around to. Seemed as good a place as any, after all. Taking the elevator down to the training level, he'd begin wandering the halls, stopping every now and then to peek through the windows at the sparring matches going on. It was going to be a long day, by the looks of it.
HP: 770 GP: 6/6 3d48
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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 Apr 10, 2018 22:44:51 GMT -5
Unable to make a positive decision on the matter regarding the android, Tundra had taken to the recreational training area of the compound. He felt oddly more energized - perhaps the prospect of the situation he had discovered was getting him excited. More so, perhaps, that he was looking at possibly rooting out and exterminating a hostile force supposedly on Gokkano. If it turned out to be true, and he succeeds in destroying the enemies of the Neo-Planet Trade Organization, it would mean considerable prestige.
High prestige means more important missions, and that would effectually ingrain Tundra more in the goings-on of the Organization. Intending to vent some of this extra energy, Tundra requested a sparring match with some of the lower tier soldiers, such as himself. Three decided to take Tundra up on his challenge - any chance to one up an Arcosian would mean prestige for them as well, and Tundra presumes that word got around of his difficulty handling that Invader-class Saibaman. Rather than spar one at a time, the four agreed to run a four-way match. Tundra turned his attention first on a Krodilian soldier, easily twice his size - but then again, who wasn't?
He quickly falls into a basic fighting stance, moving his left forearm to hit against the inside of the Krodilian's right hook. Rather than blocking it, Tundra opts to instead redirect the shot. He and the Krodilian seem to repeat this process multiple times, with the alien soldier finding little success in getting through Tundra's defenses. In a surprise move, Tundra catches the soldier's left arm with his tail, and delivers a harsh blow to the soldier's stomach, making it cough up mucus as the air is forced out of its lungs. Moving quickly, Tundra whips around and over the Krodilian, and rams his right elbow into the back of the alien's skull, knocking it cleanly senseless but still somewhat conscious. The other two seem to come to an accord, and rush Tundra together, who barely manages turn in time to block one kick and duck a punch.
Falling into a rythym again, the trio become a flurry of punches and kicks, elbows and stomps. Somehow, Tundra is able to keep up with their combined efforts - much to his own surprise. Eventually, Tundra trips one of the soldiers, causing her to collide with the other purple fish-faced alien. They collapse in a heap, allowing Tundra to flip backwards and away, just far enough to put all three of the soldiers back in his field of vision. Smirking, the two tripped-up soldiers stand up and re-engage with Tundra. Since it was only a friendly spar, none of them take particularly hard blows, nor do any of them fire of Ki blasts - after all, none of them want to pay any bills for damaging the facility.
The other two soldiers eventually wear out, so they call the spar for the day, and Tundra gets the soldiers some nutrient water. He shrugs off their thanks - after all, it was more about keeping them properly efficient, not so much a gesture of kindness.
Tundra HP: 645 GP: 6/6 Dice: 3d43 Entered thread in First Form! Transformation(s): Brute Form
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Raspberry
Low Class Poster
Posts: 10
Race: Beri-seijin
Dice: 2d48
EXP: 3,200
Zeni: 4,100
HP: 480
SP: 3,220
Transformations:
Blaster Power (+d10)
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Post by Raspberry on Apr 12, 2018 20:46:52 GMT -5
Raspberry had been watching Tundra's requested spar, as had a few others. Besting any Acrosian in combat, even of low class, was a sizable feat. Especially since Acrosians at that level were usually younger and "expected" to win by their parents. Bets had been set on the fighters, individually of course, and there was quite a split. A lot had bet on the Acrosian, since they weren't trained the same, however some gave more credit (no pun intended) to the other soldiers. The one in control of the bets was the only one making money, to be expected. An older soldier who had been in the money business. He could count and do math better than most of the soldiers there, with the Ringos and higher class soldiers topping him. However there were no Ringos, so he influenced it himself, taking a cut after the money was handed out just small enough to go undetected. Raspberry had also bet. He went with Tundra since he seemed the most capable. He knew the Krodilian to note the strength of him and he had seen the Humanoid girl around so it was a tough choice. He didn't put in money like the other troops did and instead put in a medicine capsule he had picked up during a security assignment, the item coming from a upstart from Earth II who though he was a little tougher than he actually was. He didn't feel like putting in the galactic standard out of caution. His pay was already jack. He didn't need another cost to deal with. Watching the fight, the man holding the bets staired bullets at him because of the lack of money he had coughed up. It wouldn't be until after the fight that others would be annoyed, since noone had a capsule like it.
After the fight Raspberry got the worth of the medicine rather than another one of it. It was worth around four hundred tungsten credits due to the rarity of it based off the usual cost from Capsule Corp, which equated to two hundred platinum credits. So he made a decent amount of money off of it. The man in charge of bets didn't skim some off, since noone else got nearly as much tungsten and the amount put in the bet broke even. Rubbing the handful of solid wealth, he smirked from the winnings. It was almost double his yearly earnings. It wasn't every day he got that much. He stood in a group with a few other soldiers. Some buff, blue alien with white hair, a purple reptilian with a mohawk like fin on his head a hole for a nose, another tanned blaster soldier who wore black armor and no undersuit, and a Humanoid with blonde hair that stuck up tall. They were having a conversation about something he wasn't really paying attention to. He was too fixated on what was in his hands.
HP: 300 GP: 6/6 2d30
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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 Apr 15, 2018 21:25:38 GMT -5
Maybe today was going to end up eventful after all. He'd decided to patrol the training grounds with a feeling in his gut that he wasn't going to find all that much. Most of the Elites were always off on important assignments or just generally kept to themselves, after all. However, one fight did in fact manage to catch his eye. Turning to look through the viewing window, he focused on a one-versus-all match that had just started. It was a couple of the rank and file up against an Arcosian, of all things. They had guts; he could at least give them that. Most the soldiers normally saw facing off with one of the lizards as a stupid, wasteful move, but it seemed their increased numbers had sparked their confidence. Watching the fight with great interest, he watched as the short figure dismantled the trio, even going so far as to have been capable of keeping up with a flurry from all three at once. He certainly seemed like he showed potential. Maybe this was a good time to consider his first candidate for the Force?
It certainly wouldn't be a bad idea to coerce an Arcosian to his side. The beings were fonts of power, noted for their incredible rates of growth and from Kiwano's own knowledge could gate their power behind various forms. It could have been just the thing he needed. However, just the two of them weren't going to be able to topple Glacier and that sniveling little coward Rambutan, much less all the forces that would be backing them in the future. Taking another good look around the viewing room, he spotted a soldier with a blaster on his arm, looking very much rank and file. He was clutching a fistful of winnings, likely from betting on the fight that had just taken place. Suddenly, an idea had struck the Durian. Maybe there was something to be said about recruiting one of the soldiers in the room? It would do wonders for morale and recruitment, after all. Being able to show everyone around that the Force was open to anyone and not just the Elites dotting the facility sparsely could really help spread the word.
Stepping over to the entrance and walking through, a few soldiers would turn and note his entry, likely catching his faint Durian stench before actually turning to see him. The murmurs and whispers began. ''That's the guy. That's Kiwano.'' ''Kiwano? The Durian that slugged out that Saiyan King?'' ''That's the one. I wonder what he's here for?''
Coming to a halt, Kiwano folded his arms and looked across the crowd. ''For those of you don't know who I am, m'name's Kiwano. I'm freshly back from a mission on Daikondu, showin' them monkeys who's really runnin' the show! For all my hard work, I got me a new level of clearance. With that, let me get to the point, y'all.'' ''So it is true. I thought you were pulling my leg.'' ''I told you. That Durian's no joke. I hear Rambutan's got his eyes on him. Bad blood maybe?'' ''I'm puttin' together a Force. A team o' talented fighters that get results and a nice fat pay increase to boot. If'n ya work hard and pull that extra weight, yer gonna end up with a strict new trainin' circuit, some hefty responsibility, and more combat than slap-fightin' here in the trainin' rooms, pardners. Any o' y'all interested, you go right on ahead an' speak up. If'n ya need some time to think it over, you do go on and do that and drop me a line, comm channel number four-seven-four-five-eight. If becomin' one of the NPTO's roughest an' toughest sounds enticin' to ya, this is the unit you want.''
He'd then pause, giving everyone in the room an opportunity to respond, if any were going to.
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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 Apr 15, 2018 23:10:13 GMT -5
There was some commotion a short ways away, drawing Tundra's gaze. He sees the large Durian and his brows raise in surprise, is that...? It takes no time at all for his answer to come, for the large alien announces himself, and his intentions. So he is looking to recruit for his own unit, is he? It also suddenly hits Tundra that this rumor of the attack on Daikondu being conducted by a single soldier was indeed true. If any time there was an opportunity, this was it.
Without hesitation, the young Arcosian soldier confidently steps through the gathering of listeners. Compared to the many other varying races, Tundra would appear quite small in stature, but he shows all the signs of self confidence. He straightens his posture, and offers a rigid, but professional salute.
"I would request to be considered for recruitment." Tundra says towards Kiwano, his tone crisp and words spoken with care. "I am Lieutenant Tundra. I offer my power, and my capability."
Should this Durian deign to recruit him, Tundra would no doubt have what he needs to go and retrieve that android warrior he spoke with. Regardless of the outcome, Tundra would need to inform Kiwano of the situation.
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Raspberry
Low Class Poster
Posts: 10
Race: Beri-seijin
Dice: 2d48
EXP: 3,200
Zeni: 4,100
HP: 480
SP: 3,220
Transformations:
Blaster Power (+d10)
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Post by Raspberry on Apr 19, 2018 9:07:14 GMT -5
Everyone noticed Kiwano, for one reason or another. What perked them up was what he had to say. An offer to join his own unit wasn't something that came around a lot, so some wanted to take advantage of it. Raspberry heard him talk about the better pay before putting his full attention on the big alien. He wasn't much to stick his neck out for more money if he didn't have to, but wasn't something he was easy to pass up. He mulled it over in his head when a red, white, and blue Acrosian stepped up to offer himself. He kept the link number in case he made a decision later.
It wasn't much of a surprise to see the Acrosian, however it was weird seeing one offer himself rather then demand. They were of higher power in the force, so to bend to someone like Kiwano would put him underneath a brute rather than over him. Even if he was a lieutenant, a low rank for an Acrosian. He thought maybe he was being punished for something he did. Raspberry hadn't heard anything about a high ranking officer being punished recently and he had never seen someone of that prestige to be stuck in the low end with the other rabble. They were more loyal to their trade empire anyway.
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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 May 3, 2018 22:14:56 GMT -5
As much as he wanted to appear absolutely dead serious, sometimes going over the top like that just wasn't in the Durian's nature. He was no drill sergeant; all of these grunts had slipped their way through boot camp to get here. As he let his eyes scroll across the room, he noted one of the frosties in particular elbowing and pushing his way up through the crowd of hesitant onlookers. None of the particularly green looking ones had volunteered, and for that he was at least partly thankful. There was no sense in letting them feel proud of themselves for a few weeks just to end up in a shallow grave on some backwater planet. The Arcosian certainly caught his interest; a unique red tone clung to his flesh, an uncommon sight so far for the faintly-stinking bruiser. By his guess, what he was seeing right now was the figure's ''Suppression'' form. He was short but fairly agile looking, at the least. If he wanted Rambutan and Glacier dead on the double, then this Arcosian would have been an excellent addition to bring along assuming he could get him on the same page.
Having already watched his outnumbered spar, he gave the froster a quick look up and down. ''The first to volunteer. Mighty brave o'ya, pardner. There's somethin' to be said about that. Welcome to the Force. Darn sure wasn't expectin' no Arcosian to jump at the offer.'' He offered a confident nod to the new member. If he could round up a few more, then he would proceed. He'd noticed that on the offer of a good pay raise, he caught some additional attention. He'd step into the crowd and look about. Some were too fat. Some were too skinny. Some were already shaking in their boots, even. He would suddenly stop short at one of the soldiers clutching a healthy batch of what appeared to be bet winnings. He couldn't fault the guy for it; everyone did it. Hell, maybe it could even give him an angle to work with. He'd extend one of his large fingers and point to Raspberry.
''An' hows about you, pardner? Ya like the sound of a stuffed wallet? Valuable spoils? We're well taken care of fer the work we do, I can promise ya that much. We can sharpen yer battle power to a razor's edge. Wealth, strength, and a team that watches each other's backs in the field. Not too shabby, eh?''
Punctuating the ending question with a quick look around the room, he'd note a few assured nods from the crowd. After the training hall cleared out tonight, it seemed he'd have a lot of paperwork to do. This particular fella on the other hand would be great for the unit's face; somebody to show that greatness can come from anyone, not just Arcosians, Durians, Brenchians, and the rest of the more famed species that made names for themselves.
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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 May 5, 2018 22:03:29 GMT -5
Tundra placatingly places his left hand over his breastplate and offers a polite bow of his head.
"I am glad you find that I am an acceptable addition to your Force." Tundra says to the Durian evenly. "But hold my achievements as those of a soldier working to ensure the absolute success of the Organization. See my race, but not as a cause. I am eager to move forward, and prove my usefulness."
That said, Tundra turns his head to gaze at the being that Kiwano next addresses. Otherwise unremarkable in appearance, but still a being Tundra recognizes as one of the Beri-seijin - a race of beings that have long and proudly served the Organization. Tundra clasps his hands behind his back, and turns more towards the blaster trooper.
Normally, some would consider a soldier with a fistful of cash to be greed driven - but so too was the Neo-Planet Trade Organization in general. Still, Tundra looked past that, and towards a quality that lay behind greed. Simply put - logistics. Maybe the trooper is just a compulsive gambler, but gamblers weigh odds, consider the possibilities and the numbers involved. There are any number of ways to make use of that. For the moment, Tundra says nothing, but listens to the exchange between Kiwano and the trooper.
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Raspberry
Low Class Poster
Posts: 10
Race: Beri-seijin
Dice: 2d48
EXP: 3,200
Zeni: 4,100
HP: 480
SP: 3,220
Transformations:
Blaster Power (+d10)
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Post by Raspberry on May 14, 2018 14:06:18 GMT -5
Raspberry didn't expect to be singled out, or for anyone with a blaster to be singled out. They weren't known for having skills of a higher level, and he was no exception. He was about average so he was very skeptical of what he would be fighting. He thought to ask some questions before joining. Important stuff for himself.
"Well what does the Kiwano Force do and what level do they fight on?" He turned his body to face them better, lowering his hands. Kiwano sounded like he had all the information, so it would be easy for him to answer the questions on the spot. That would be ideal for Raspberry, since he wasn't going to seek out information on something he wasn't too sure on.
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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 May 18, 2018 20:45:03 GMT -5
An eager Arcosian wasn't always a surprise, but a humble one? Now there was something you didn't see every day. An Arcosian with a soldier's mindset was something almost unheard of; the species made themselves famous either by holding enough power and political influence that they never had to dirty their hands, or they existed on a completely opposite end of the spectrum as space pirates. It wasn't exactly common to see one that looked as if they knew military discipline, but here was this diamond in the rough. If he could come to sway the fighter to his side, maybe his real plans could become a reality after all. He'd bide his time and bite his tongue for the time being. He needed to take stock of who he could trust out of any and all recruits for the coming days. It had to be a swift and decisive joint effort; he couldn't afford to leave the NPTO weaker for a prolonged period when the deed was done. He'd first-hand been the witness to Saiya-jin prowess and ferocity, and he had no doubts at all that if they smelled blood it would spell trouble. He'd offer a quick response to his would-be serpent comrade. ''I'll be holdin' ya to that, pardner. You'll have plenty o' opportunities in the comin' days. Lookin' forward to workin' with ya.'' With a confident nod he would then turn his attention fully to Raspberry's question. ''The Force is the team that's assigned to the big red button, if'n ya follow me. We're a strike force, like none other available to the NPTO. We handle a lot of the high priority stuff. Could range from recon, assault, rescue, sabotage...it's a tall order. But with that tall order comes the best gear and trainin' the entire NPTO has available. Sure, we got our specialists here 'n there, but our biggest stick to swing is our teamwork. Ya don't get far in a unit like this without sharin' the burden. We don't screen anyone out 'til we see what they can bring to the table, and their potential fer work in the field.'' He would pause for a moment to let his words soak in before finishing his statement. ''We work as a team, 'n we train as a team. Helps everyone pull their respective weight.''
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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 Jun 18, 2018 22:38:24 GMT -5
The Durian's accent is fairly thick, but Tundra is able to understand well enough. Some of the terminology is foreign to the Arcosian soldier, but Kiwano has been to far more places throughout the galaxy than he, no doubt. He looks pointedly at the blaster trooper as he speaks, but has nothing to say to the being as his question was pointed at Kiwano in particular. He listens to Kiwano's reply to the trooper, before taking his turn to speak.
"If teamwork is to be the primary focus, then we would need to get used to each other's fighting styles, and work on ways to meld them together in an efficient way." Tundra offers. "If our combat mission success rates depend on such, then fully understanding and utilizing one another is our most expedient method."
Tundra clasps his hands behind his back.
"That said - training sessions shouldn't lead to injury for any of us. Doing so would lower our effectiveness on multiple fronts." Tundra continues wryly. "Namely and foremost - trust. Trust in one another will suffer in those occurrences, creating resentment. Resentment between team members leads to failure, and I have no intention of allowing it. That said..."
Tundra looks pointedly at Kiwano.
"Still, we are your subordinates." Tundra adds in, nodding at the Durian. "As our team leader, your plans are essential to our mutual survival. Our job as your subordinates, team or otherwise, will not be to question your plans - only ensure their success. If our team building sessions bear fruit, then so to will our capability to follow your directions."
Tundra offers a grim smile.
"In theory, at least."
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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 Jul 2, 2018 18:45:22 GMT -5
(Think i'm gonna close this one up, guys! Seems like it lost steam. We'll launch some kind of follow up soon ) The Durian gave the soldier some time to allow the explanation to sink in. It was true, as much as he wanted to push the subject, that the Force may not have particularly been for everybody. Many had turned down the offer in similar organizations before, seeing as how it didn't come without a high level of danger. He wouldn't hold anything against the guy either way; he just knew how much of a drag it could be if you felt stuck in your position and wanted to advance. The Force made elites out of rank and file, but each soldier came with their own motivations. He would have to see in time, but the Durian had a good feeling about this one. The Arcosian, however, seemed entirely on board with the Force. He seemed confident, yet not overly so. He seemed to know his way around a fight too. He seemed to have a certain respect for a chain of command, and that was a good part of what Kiwano was looking for. He had no use for loose cannons that got themselves killed trying to prove how tough they were. In ideal situations, a cell of the fighters in the Force would be capable of overtaking a planet. Their responsibilities were massive, but it was also an excellent path to personal strength. Folding his bulky arms behind his back formally, he would nod to Tundra. ''I think you'll make a perfect addition, pardner. Standby fer now. I'll be forwardin' further topics of interest to ya in short order, y'hear? Trainin' being first and foremost.''He kept it short and simple. Experience served as a much more potent way to get to know your comrades, and depending on how much he liked of what he found out he may have found himself spilling the beans on his grand plan. A plan that would shake the N-PTO by the foundations, if successful.
Exit post! Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Jul 9, 2018 20:50:36 GMT -5
+3,015 SP New Total: 5,618 SP
+1,539 SP New Total: 4,934 SP
+1,071 SP New Total: 1,071 SP
Adding now.
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