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 Jul 15, 2018 22:39:16 GMT -5
The tournament on Earth had been an excellent way for the Arcosian soldier to test the limits of his power - or he had thought. Incredibly, he discovered upon returning to Gokkano that his power had risen considerably. And this from just one battle of attrition. He had lost his fight against the supposed Saiyan King, Retasu, but the battle had been fairly close. If nothing else, Tundra had felt a great deal of enjoyment in the ordeal - his going to Earth II had been more of a reconnaissance mission to determine the planet's sale value and its defenders. He still needed to file that report to his commanding officer, Kiwano.
Just the other day, Tundra had received orders that he and Kiwano would be claiming a planet for the Neo-Planet Trade Organization to sell off - trouble was, as usual, that the planet was occupied and needed to be swept clean of its inhabiting civilization. For Tundra, this would be an opportunity to get used to working with Kiwano directly. The Arcosian soldier enters the designated briefing room where he would meet with Kiwano before they headed out. The room is empty, but had clearly been prepared for use recently; possibly only being finished minutes ago.
Tundra hears the door slide shut behind him as he passes the entrance threshold and stands at attention. His battle jacket had been wiped clean and buffed - a sign of his personality quirk of aiming for absolute efficiency. He clasps his hands behind his back and gives the room a quick look over to see if Kiwano had already arrived or not. KiwanoRaspberry - If you have time, and would like to join us?
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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 22, 2018 12:01:51 GMT -5
It always came down to this lately, which was specifically why Kiwano had chosen to branch out and build his team on a whim. There were many things the more aristocratic Arcosians wanted, but weren't willing to go and claim for themselves. Their first choice after the Durian's recent exploits had been to shoulder their financial wants on him, but he was only one fighter. When he couldn't take an assignment (which was rare) or they thought he needed backup, that's typically when casualties were suffered. It was for this larger interest in the health of the N-PTO that Kiwano had eagerly taken this assignment in particular. While Daikondu's assignment had just been simple recon (or was supposed to be, at least) this mission was going to send them to one Planet Pulume, a once-thriving planet that was supposed to be empty. A wandering, drifting species had reportedly claimed the planet as their own, being still rich in resources and largely untouched for quite some time now. The occupation had been fairly recent. Having already packed up, the Durian was currently spending most of his free time occupied by what he called ''polishing his strategic skills''. Sitting in his personal office with the blinds drawn, he had a paint set strewn out on his desk with a bunch of models with hologram-ready bases. Holding a tiny paintbrush between his fat fingers and a monocle-like device over his eye where his Scouter usually belonged, he took great care in detailing his units and really making them stand out. An alarm went off not long after, causing him to hurriedly finish up his current model; a rare-pull prototype Battle Jacket, perfect to fill an anti-infantry role where he normally loved his siege equipment. Carefully placing a small towel underneath the units he'd finished to allow them to air dry, he cracked his knuckles and removed his magnifying monocle and grabbed his Scouter, hurriedly switching it on and deactivating his alarm remotely. Exiting his quarters and locking up, he made his way down to the briefing office and stepped through the automatic sliding door, the frame having trouble accommodating his sumo-esque build. He would take a seat at the briefing table near the projector in the center, pressing a tiny green button to reveal Planet Pulume; a lush, tropical world full of life and all manner of exotic species. His Scouter, having been left on auto-scan, quickly dialed in on Tundra's increased battle power. The Durian arched a brow curiously, looking a bit impressed. He'd have to double down on his training to keep pace at this rate. ''Tundra, good to see ya again, pardner. Hope ya had an opportunity to cut loose on yer little trip.'' He'd then examine the hologram planet before continuing. ''Apparently, this here is Pulume. Supposed to be some kinda prior backwater from a species that had a long clash with the Saiyajin. Vacant, up 'til recently; seems we've got some squatters. Not a whole lot of data on them, but it'll be nice not gettin' shipped off to another dust-ball like Daikondu.''
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 Jul 22, 2018 23:12:50 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Tundra heard the door behind him slide open with a quiet hiss. Turning to look at the source, the Arcosian soldier sees Kiwano enter the briefing room, and immediately snaps to salute. The Durian passes him wordlessly, and settles at the holographic projection table. Tundra follows after his commander, and settles on the opposite side of the table. The Durian speaks to Tundra in a more familiar tone than he was expecting, but only had enough time to nod before Kiwano moves on to the briefing.
A holodisplay of some planet appears, and Tundra looks up at it as Kiwano begins explaining their mission details. He touches his forefinger and thumb to his chin, and cocks his head slightly to the left, looking thoughtful. Various details begin scrolling, and Tundra takes in the information quickly.
"Pulume... backwater as it is, it looks like a Class Three planet... I can see why the leaders want to acquire the planet. It's resale value should be considerable." Tundra's crimson eyes settle on Kiwano. "I presume that it is possible, even likely, that the Saiyajins are still aware of this planet's existence. Odd that they didn't resettle it themselves after dealing with the planet's original inhabitants."
Tundra crosses his arms over his chest, and his tail flicks.
"These new settlers... if we know little about them, then perhaps this mission can be two-fold." Tundra suggests in an even tone. "If the beings are of an unknown species, we could learn whether or not we can utilize them as soldiers, if we are able to trace them back to their homeworld. We clear Pulume of the settlers, and possibly gain knowledge of a second planet to consider in the future. It's possible that we could even use them as a labor force, if they aren't militarily useful."
Tundra's brows raise, apparently he had surprised himself.
"My apologies, Captain. I seem to be getting ahead of myself."
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 Jul 24, 2018 23:14:07 GMT -5
Kiwano found himself surprised by his new comrade's level of insight. He had a good eye, that was for sure. Most soldiers would have taken a look at the information on the display and just heaved and huffed about another seize-and-sell mission. Not many asked why. It was good to know that Tundra had the ability to ask questions as well as stay loyal and dutiful. That's right. Apparently after all the tusslin' stopped, the environment slowly built itself back up. Nature took back over, leading to what we're eyeballin' right now. Likely worth a pretty penny, but what I don't like is this lack of info on who's decided to squat there. Not knowin' if we could bump into Namekians or Saiyajin or anythin' else between don't exactly sit right with me. That's what we're here fer, I s'pose.'' What surprised him most was what the Arcosian said next. ''Y'know, I hadn't thought about that. I like the way y'think. Not only can we seize some territory. but we might be able to draft into the ranks later on down the road. Hell of an idea, there.'' Of course, it would be a long process. They weren't exactly going to be cooperative after having a branch of their species wiped off one of their newly claimed planets. The N-PTO had ways, though. Ways that mostly included silver tongued diplomats and when that failed, a particular finesse in breaking prisoners. If that future assault bore any fruit, all they would need is to round up a few of the strong and the weak would fall in line in due time. After what the Durian had witnessed on Daikondu, that war of theirs wasn't going to last forever. Swelling the ranks a bit just as a precautionary measure wouldn't have been a bad idea. ''You've got the right mindset. It's all about taking a good hard look at the situation and pullin' every advantage ya can from it, after all. The N-PTO's never gonna turn down able bodies, so long as they can learn 'ta fall in line.''Messing with the buttons on the holo-display, his clumsy fingers would eventually cause it to zoom in on a small clearing in the middle of one of the planet's many jungles. A live feed revealed a small patch of soldiers with armor bearing the N-PTO insignia, lightly equipped and having already set up camp. Clearly a recon unit, of course. ''I'm told these folks have been there settin' up base camp for us for a few days now. They should have more for us once we get there. Naturally, once we arrive they're likely gonna jump ship and move on to their next assignment. They're a light skirmish unit when pressed to their hardest; no sense in lettin' em get themselves killed.''
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 Jul 24, 2018 23:39:56 GMT -5
As Kiwano speaks, Tundra stares at the holographic display. Namekians and Saiyajins would certainly make the task more difficult, but between the two of them, the Arcosian doubts that the issue will be enough to prevent them from dealing with the situation. His attention is drawn to the visuals revealing the small squad of soldiers as Kiwano explains their presence there.
"Just as well that they leave." Tundra replies, offering a short nod. "Unnecessary losses are just so."
Tundra turns his attention back to Kiwano directly.
"I trust that the advanced reconnaissance unit is also equipped with scouters. If they provide us with a general understanding of whether or not there are warriors among these planet squatters." Tundra says to the Durian Captain. "Having that knowledge on hand gives us the chance to better choose how to go about approaching the targets."
Tundra's crimson eyes rise back to the holographic display, and then narrow thoughtfully.
"Although... if there are Namekians or Saiyajins involved, there is a risk that the scouters won't be quite so efficient." Tundra surmises, again touching his forefinger and thumb to his chin. "There have been instances throughout the centuries of warriors that are able to hide their true power from our detection technology. So regardless of the readings we are given, we may have to assume that there may be at the very least one among the targets' number that is able to suppress their power."
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 Jul 31, 2018 17:34:19 GMT -5
Kiwano took Tundra's input with great consideration. It was great to finally have someone on board that asked all the right questions; it took a bit of weight off of his shoulders trying to plan everything perfectly by himself. He considered himself an accomplished strategist, but it was nice to be able to relax for once. As Tundra asked about the recon unit's equipment, the Durian would reach a thick, fat finger forward and swipe through a few pages of panels before finally landing on the ''First Contact Information'' page. Reading through it slowly as he continued to listen, he would put a hand to his chin in thought. Well, there was something interesting... ''Yep, they're outfitted alright. What strikes me strange is that they don't have much in the way of readin's to report. There's one sensory-type soldier in that unit, and apparently he's been nervous. He keeps feelin' somethin' out there that keeps him on edge. Hard numbers, though? Civilian. Not a damn interesting one out of the lot they seen so far. Makes me wonder if he's pickin' up one signature or several. Sounds like they're bein' stalked.'' Considering his colleague's note about some fighters being able to suppress their energy, he now considered that idea as well. ''You might be on to somethin', there. Could be that exactly. A whole bunch of weaklin's with their strong mixed in, and without a way to read 'em other than a Scouter you'd have no idea which ones are which. Sounds like this little mission might turn out to be more interestin' than I first gave it credit for.''
TundraNote: Feel free to take some liberties with the information screens.
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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 Jul 31, 2018 22:49:28 GMT -5
Tundra's gaze settles on Kiwano while the Durian speaks, occasionally flitting back up at the holographic display. The left corner of his mouth wrinkles as he processes the information silently.
"For the sake of simplicity, and to keep ourselves from being taken by surprise, I suggest that we assume that there are likely multiple combatants." Tundra replies after a few moments of thought. "It stands to reason that, if one can suppress its power signature, others likely will have learned the technique as well. If nothing else, I've learned that every detail matters, no matter how minuscule it may appear to be."
Tundra reaches over to the display.
"If I may, Captain." Tundra politely requests before continuing. The display returns to the mapped area, and zooms far out. "Note that our recon unit chose to set up our rally point in one of these clearings you mentioned, rather than set up within the heavily wooded surroundings. Based on what you have told me, with our sensory soldier being unable to pinpoint a source of unease - this tells me that they have likely already been discovered by the squatters."
Tundra moves the map away from the area where the recon unit is located, and the map reveals multiple other clearings.
"If the recon unit is being stalked, as you surmised, then it stands to reason that our observers are also likewise based nearby. There are no standing structures to speak of, as far as we are aware. If there are, they would have to be located... here."
Tundra points at the largest clearing, an almost perfect oval in shape.
"In order for the squatters to begin a colonization effort, they need to establish a border. Since they are a space-faring species, it also stands to reason that they possess sensory technology of their own. Not necessarily as advanced as our scouters are, but they needn't be. If their technology picks up on heat signatures, then our recon unit would be like a beacon in the night." Tundra offers. "The squatters would know where their established safe zones are, and we don't use heat-dampening technology for our military units, as there is often little occasions for it to be necessary."
Tundra looks at Kiwano.
"However, we don't want to engage the enemy within their own territory. We should prioritize drawing their warrior, or warriors, away from the larger gathering. For all we know, they may have particular weapons or traps to defend themselves against wild predators, and an electric net is a problem we don't want to deal with." he continues avidly. "We destroy their defenders, and force a surrender. From there, we can determine whether or not the survivors represent something the N-PTO would have a use for, or if we should just trace them back to their homeworld for cleansing and sale to a client."
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 Aug 7, 2018 23:23:25 GMT -5
Kiwano once again considered the advising words of his compatriot. He had already assumed they didn't have just one strong fighter; gaining a foothold on a newly-settled planet would have taken much more force than that, and he highly doubted whoever had sent them there would be stupid enough not to send at least a decently-sized escort along with them. What surprised him was that they hadn't attacked yet. If they correctly assumed what the situation was, he was having trouble understanding why the camp hadn't been wiped out yet. He decided to voice his opinions on that right off the bat. ''What's throwin' me for a loop is the fact that they haven't done nothin' to our soldiers yet. Seein' troops, lightly armed or not, you'd figure that'd be cause enough for alarm to where they'd have just attacked by now. They're either weak, or i'm bettin' they're waitin' for somethin'. Ya think they're expecting us to send more men?'' He considered Tundra's plan of action carefully before coming up with something to add. ''Once we land, i'm thinkin' they're gonna keep their distance and try 'ta wait us out. Wait until we're split up or otherwise vulnerable. I'm thinkin' once we get there, we need 'ta figure out somethin' they might want. Bait the trap, ya know? They won't send their average joes to check out an unknown. More likely for 'em to send their fighters to check things out. Even if they don't send 'em all, we still got a good chance of takin' out a fair chunk by surprise. Once the recon unit leaves, it may even draw some of 'em out of hiding.'' The shock and awe of a nicely-planned ambush wasn't something to overlook. If they could do enough damage, it might even send the settlers into a panic and put them in positions to make mistakes, such as over-extending their fighters and spreading them thin. 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 Aug 8, 2018 2:01:14 GMT -5
Tundra's eyes narrow as Kiwano voices his concern about an ambush, and moves his gaze from his Captain to the holographic display.
"It isn't beyond the realm of possibilities that they could be waiting to see if we do indeed send reinforcements, as you say, Captain." Tundra replies after listening to all Kiwano had to say. "One could argue that we could also conceivably be overthinking the possibilities, but it is far better to overestimate your opponents to a degree."
Tundra's brows would suddenly furrow, as if something had just occurred to him. Could there be a connection, however thin a string, to the being who contacted him before? Tundra's crimson eyes return to Kiwano, only a faint hint of urgency would be seen in his expression.
"This reminds me, I never had a chance to properly brief you on a matter that came to my attention before I joined your team, Captain." Tundra begins, his voice level. "I was contacted by a being who expressed interest in joining the N-PTO. A female, species unknown since she contacted me through transmission."
Tundra stands and takes a few steps away from the display, clasping his hands behind his back.
"By her word, she claimed that she was being utilized by an organization being led by humans to test a kind of war machine." he continues calmly. "She explained that this organization's goal was to destabilize, perhaps eliminate, the N-PTO - starting with a hidden operation here on Gokkano. Names were mentioned - Awamori, and a scientist by the name of Doctor Ichigo. The woman further claims to go by the name of Panel, and was a human who had been changed into an Android."
Tundra looks back at the holographic display.
"It could be possible that this organization may be pulling strings, trying to move our attention away from Gokkano with unusual reports and appearances." Tundra theorizes. "The woman, Panel, could not verify her location, but she was certain that she and these people were already here on-world. It was one of the reasons I took the time to travel briefly to Earth II; I wanted to see how I would be reacted to, but I didn't gain any useful insight on the matter."
He looks back to Kiwano.
"I don't believe in coincidences, but I do hold respect for chances." he says to Kiwano, still holding back with a calm urgency in his tone. "Unfortunately, after that transmission interaction, I have had no further contact with this woman. It may be that these two matters are unrelated, but I would rather know for certain. It could even be that Planet Pulume was mean't to be a staging ground, and we happened across them sooner than they expected. Your thoughts, Captain?" 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 Sept 10, 2018 22:17:17 GMT -5
Even if these settlers were expecting reinforcements, it was unlikely they were expecting fighters at their level. What made a lot more sense was for them to be expecting several squads of armed soldiers that they might have been able to whittle down over time, not two of the strongest, if not the two strongest that the N-PTO's standing military had to offer. It was definitely an angle to consider, after all. As the Durian mulled over the current topics and discussions in his head, Tundra announced he'd been reminded of something. Snapping himself away from his thoughts to focus on hearing him out, he found himself surprised. There were off-worlders interested in overthrowing the N-PTO as well, then? He wondered how. He hadn't heard any news of defectors of soldiers going AWOL, so who could that have been? The names Panel, Awamori, and a Dr. Ichigo were mentioned. Kiwano couldn't admit to knowing who any of them were. It was a possible source of backup to consider down the line if he could arrange a meeting, but not before knowing how Tundra himself felt. Being outed early in the game was something he simple couldn't afford to have happen. Apparently this ''Panel'' being was an Android; Kiwano hadn't had much experience with them, and had only met and attempted to recruit one of them in the field and on Daikondu no less. He hadn't been able to gauge its combat ability, but he'd heard most were formidable. While organic fighters took time to grow into their power, it was rumored that an Android's strength was all but rooted in their technology and that they didn't face the same gates of strength and hurdles that regular soldiers did. If that were true, he regretted not being able to recruit that one but maybe this ''Panel'' could make up for his loss. He'd have to wait for now, though. Soon he'd begin spinning the gears of the propaganda machine to gauge the odds and the numbers. ''I think yer on to somethin', alright. Seems mighty strange 'ta me that off-worlders would be so interested in dethroning the N-PTO. I think the best move we got for now is to hit Pulume while they're still unsure o'what we're up to. That transmission from this ''Panel'' would'a been needless if they could do any real damage on their own, so I think the home front ought to be safe while we handle business.''
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 Sept 12, 2018 0:40:57 GMT -5
Tundra watches Kiwano's reactions, and sees that from the Captain's expression and thoughtful silence as a sign that the names mean't nothing to him. For a brief moment, Tundra wonders if he should have gone ahead and used Android G's name, but there was still an advantage in not doing so. That would be information he keeps to himself for the time being, until he could learn more about this android.
Tundra's eyes narrow ever so slightly at Kiwano's assertion that Gokkano was plenty secure - and most likely this is true. After all, Lord Glacier calls this planet home, and would be quick to snuff out an insurrection the instant it started. Which makes the Arcosian soldier privately wonder; surely these would-be invaders know this. What angle do they supposedly have that would justify a confidence in attacking Gokkano successfully? The robot Android G mentioned they were testing?
He looks from Kiwano to the holographic projection briefly, and back to Kiwano.
"Agreed, Captain." Tundra replies with a short nod, clasping his hands behind his back again. "We have our target, their location, and the element of surprise. Rooting out the migrants on Pulume shouldn't take long with the two of us on mission."
The Arcosian soldier turns fully to his Captain.
"With your permission, Captain, I will secure a proper space pod, and await your call to action." he tells Kiwano with a tone of utmost confidence.
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 Sept 25, 2018 5:00:56 GMT -5
The Durian was glad to find that his new comrade found a good measure of agreement in what he was up to. He had a point, too; the NPTO likely had no better fighters than the two of them, so this kind of cleanup operation shouldn't have taken all that long. Even if the settlers had caused a few casualties by time they got there, the odds of them being prepared for soldiers of their caliber were slim to none. Part of him wondered if some would surrender after the few initial skirmishes. His thoughts dwelled again on the contact from the mysterious group; surely they knew acting against the NPTO on Gokkano would be suicide. Were they reaching out for allies? Or maybe they had some sort of plan in mind? Even if they could act against the more common military, Rambutan and that damned Arcosian were no joke. A lot of possibilities were hanging in the air at these thoughts, but for now he was confident Gokkano wouldn't suffer any real threat from the group. Requesting to secure a pod and await further orders, Kiwano nodded to Tundra. ''Right. It's about time we get this show on the road, pardner. Who's to say there hasn't been the start of a conflict by now? I'm confident they aren't expectin' anything like us. With a proper show of force, hopefully we won't have to make too much of a mess down there. If'n we can, i'd like to turn some over to the NPTO. Scare 'em straight. Somethin' tells me it ain't gonna be that simple, though.''Turning to leave the briefing room and get ready for departure, he'd turn his head before walking through the doorway. ''Prep up, we'll be departin' as soon as we're able.''
Exit Post. Sorry it took so long! Tundra
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Post by Retasu on Sept 30, 2018 14:27:38 GMT -5
+2,703 SP
New Total: 3,931 SP
+3,083 SP
New Total: 8,701 SP
Adding now.
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