Post by Pin on Mar 16, 2016 4:20:47 GMT
Pin stood in his hangar bay in Radditsu District spaceport, watching the Pixie Blue automatically land itself on the landing pad. He was glad to see his ship again, and to see it in good condition was even better. He hadn't realized it before, but he'd felt particularly trapped without the ship available to him. Sure, he had an old spacepod sitting around somewhere, but that thing was likely to completely break up in reentry and completely strand him on whatever planet he visited. THEN where would he be? Stranded, that's where. Fuck that.
Pin had been unsure of how to proceed while he awaited the Pixie's arrival. He knew for sure that he couldn't return to Namek without confirmation from the General that he'd emerged victorious. If somehow Xylo and his Saiyan lapdog had gotten the better of Mayze, Pin would be all but useless to the Namekians by himself. What was worse, he couldn't get a hold of Habana, so he had absolutely no Super Saiyan backup. No, Namek would have to wait.
Pin had been battling with himself internally, wondering if his idea for an intergalactic mercenary group was actually a GOOD idea, or if it were just a kneejerk reaction to getting completely destroyed by his opponents. He wondered how Zuccetta would respond, he worried that Habana would disapprove. Habana was one of his only real friends, and while he could always count on Granzel to be around, he'd grown close with the Commander in a short time. Their adventures together were what gave Pin the confidence to even approach Namek on the Empire's behalf, let alone enter open combat with clearly superior opponents. If Habana disapproved of this White List of his, he wasn't sure if he would have what it took to keep it going.
But then he'd heard about what happened while he was gone. While Zuccetta was gone. While Mayze and Habana were gone. A warrior from another planet, some mysterious being had shown up and threatened to destroy planet Vegeta. Pin's home. The Saiyans' home, and now the Simian's home. The situation had been dire until yet another warrior showed up, not from the surface of Vegeta but from space. She protected the Saiyan homeworld, risked her own life for the sake of innocent civilians. If she hadn't shown up, Pin would have come home to a smouldering ruin, if there was even enough planet to come home to.
This sort of thing was exactly why the White List was needed. When an individual of great power shows up and decides to ruin an entire species' day, that species needs to be able to front SOME sort of defense force, if for no other reason than to buy some time to escape. Training warriors would take too much time - months or years. But gathering money could be done much more quickly. Pin had no illusions that he was building a team of heroes. He'd leave that sort of thing to other heroes. He was building a team of sellswords. A team of mercenaries and hunters like himself. Sure, innocent civilians deserved to be defended, but to expect someone to come to the rescue for free? That sort of thing gets people nice and dead. Cough up a little money, however, and now you're talking. Warriors had to eat and pay rent, too. Ain't nothing in life was free.
So Pin stepped onto the Pixie almost as soon as it had touched down. This was going to happen. He was not going to wait for permission from the SSE. If they didn't like it, then fuck them. But really, the more he thought about it, the more he was certain Zuccetta and Habana would see the truth of it - a warrior that had worked primarily under their banner suddenly commanding a group of intergalactic mercenaries was a good thing. This would absolutely be a value add for Pin. Extending his resume would only endear him to his Saiyan allies further.
He sat into the Captains chair and placed his hands gently on the controls of the Pixie Blue. He'd missed his ship. He was worried that his new body wouldn't feel right in the chair, but his reconstruction chamber had done an impeccable job. It was as if nothing had changed. Pin punched in a series of coordinates, and leaned back as the Pixie rose back up off the ground and headed for the stars. He would take his recruitment mission to the one planet he knew for a fact would be a hotbed of powerful warriors.
He was going to Earth.
Pin had been unsure of how to proceed while he awaited the Pixie's arrival. He knew for sure that he couldn't return to Namek without confirmation from the General that he'd emerged victorious. If somehow Xylo and his Saiyan lapdog had gotten the better of Mayze, Pin would be all but useless to the Namekians by himself. What was worse, he couldn't get a hold of Habana, so he had absolutely no Super Saiyan backup. No, Namek would have to wait.
Pin had been battling with himself internally, wondering if his idea for an intergalactic mercenary group was actually a GOOD idea, or if it were just a kneejerk reaction to getting completely destroyed by his opponents. He wondered how Zuccetta would respond, he worried that Habana would disapprove. Habana was one of his only real friends, and while he could always count on Granzel to be around, he'd grown close with the Commander in a short time. Their adventures together were what gave Pin the confidence to even approach Namek on the Empire's behalf, let alone enter open combat with clearly superior opponents. If Habana disapproved of this White List of his, he wasn't sure if he would have what it took to keep it going.
But then he'd heard about what happened while he was gone. While Zuccetta was gone. While Mayze and Habana were gone. A warrior from another planet, some mysterious being had shown up and threatened to destroy planet Vegeta. Pin's home. The Saiyans' home, and now the Simian's home. The situation had been dire until yet another warrior showed up, not from the surface of Vegeta but from space. She protected the Saiyan homeworld, risked her own life for the sake of innocent civilians. If she hadn't shown up, Pin would have come home to a smouldering ruin, if there was even enough planet to come home to.
This sort of thing was exactly why the White List was needed. When an individual of great power shows up and decides to ruin an entire species' day, that species needs to be able to front SOME sort of defense force, if for no other reason than to buy some time to escape. Training warriors would take too much time - months or years. But gathering money could be done much more quickly. Pin had no illusions that he was building a team of heroes. He'd leave that sort of thing to other heroes. He was building a team of sellswords. A team of mercenaries and hunters like himself. Sure, innocent civilians deserved to be defended, but to expect someone to come to the rescue for free? That sort of thing gets people nice and dead. Cough up a little money, however, and now you're talking. Warriors had to eat and pay rent, too. Ain't nothing in life was free.
So Pin stepped onto the Pixie almost as soon as it had touched down. This was going to happen. He was not going to wait for permission from the SSE. If they didn't like it, then fuck them. But really, the more he thought about it, the more he was certain Zuccetta and Habana would see the truth of it - a warrior that had worked primarily under their banner suddenly commanding a group of intergalactic mercenaries was a good thing. This would absolutely be a value add for Pin. Extending his resume would only endear him to his Saiyan allies further.
He sat into the Captains chair and placed his hands gently on the controls of the Pixie Blue. He'd missed his ship. He was worried that his new body wouldn't feel right in the chair, but his reconstruction chamber had done an impeccable job. It was as if nothing had changed. Pin punched in a series of coordinates, and leaned back as the Pixie rose back up off the ground and headed for the stars. He would take his recruitment mission to the one planet he knew for a fact would be a hotbed of powerful warriors.
He was going to Earth.