Typing away on his computer and in his laboratory that had seen better days. Kishi wanted to somehow, someway, contact any survivors of Planet Kingujoo. To no avail, what he was doing was a waste of time. With anger building up in his circuits, he yanked the only source of technology from his laboratory and hurled it to a nearby wall. The atmosphere around this laboratory were light chandeliers hanging from above and seem to be the only thing working in this cave. The bright of this light was the only thing that kept him from not destroying that aswell. Kishi pulling out his sword from his right hip hilt, he raised it to the sky.
"How am I still alive... I was considered KIA during the war... Yet I was spared.. But for what purpose.."
Kishi placing his sword back in his hilt as he placed both his hands onto the surface that once had the computer monitor on it and laid his hands flat. Looking down at the surface of this table, he deemed himself a failure for not saving his people and losing the war to androids, in which he had become one in the end.
Thread PL: 84,544 | Makyo Star: 845,440 | Heavy Weights: 211,360 | Ki suppressed to 1. -- The Frozen North. Just the name of it sent shivers down the child’s spine. But Kay-El Coliflo was here on White List business. In fact, she’d told Nana to wait for her back in the Way Station they once spent much time in that one day with Mimi and Core, the very same one that trio helped defend from no-good hooligans. Mount Frappe, so like and unlike Mount Paozu where Kay-El Coliflo learned under Mimikku’s tutelage, looked like it cared naught for wayward travelers and the five year old took to the air, her techno-monocle scouter over one eye with a readout of her preset coordinates in the overlay.
Recalling the last trip up a mountain Kay had, she and Nana walked the whole way up, actually hiked. But Nana wasn’t here now and Kay-El had a deadline. Pin liked her to make her own decisions, and, honestly, Kay preferred it that way, too. Another personality trait they shared despite their obvious differences like not being related by blood. The contract on her datapad didn’t weigh anything, but it felt like it did. A new recruit for The White List, Pin’s fledgling company that Kay-El still didn’t really know what to think of. Sure, it could make a difference one way or another, but did they ignore friends and family and other such bonds for money? She had when she sang Samba to sleep like the little puppy he was, and it had felt good.
Right on target, the small girl found the entrance to a bunker or dwelling of some sort. Settling on the snow, all three feet and forty pounds of her barely reached the damned doorknob but she raised one fist and knocked gently. She’d suppressed her Ki all the way down to see if he’d spot her coming, and even her aerial approach was another test - not everyone looked up. Having left no discernible tracks, she stuck to above, wondering if this fresh recruit spotted her on her way in or not. Kishi [Just so you know you're supposed to put in your PL when you make a new social thread because if it changes your PL is still the same for the thread as when you made it. #helpfulhints (: ]
Kishi's scouter would start to pick up an individual who was directly coming his way. All of a sudden, the numbers didn't come through, but the reading dropped down to no one coming here at all. Kishi at first thought that his scouter was just jammed and not working properly, but then he heard a knock on the door. Kishi's new thought was that someone was out there and had discovered his location. Kishi taking cover behind this 20ft machine computer that had been broken for centuries, and did its job by concealing his entire appearance well as he only stood at 5'6ft. He attached his body like a true soldier would if he was under fire. Kishi peeked his head, which he could only see a small glimpse of the knob of the door and half of the door from his current angle. The door itself stood at 10ft and the width was the same. This means Kishi could only see 5ft of the door itself and immediately spoke up to not waste time. Kishi reaching for his arrow from his lower back quiver and placing it on his bow as he spoke in an oldman's voice who appeared weak in speech.
"You may come in, And please state your business please while coming in deary, will just get my cane in the mean time."
Kishi was ready to reveal himself the moment the door opened and was ready to take aim with his bow and take fire with his arrow.
Looking through her scouter she read his power level and adjusted hers up a bit, partly to let him know she was there and partly to make him twice about trying anything stupid. Pin wouldn’t have sent her if it was just some crazy old man, but, hey, she’d play along with this game for now. Even still, maybe he was this super bad ass old man but with this guy’s power level, she seriously doubted it. Not that there was anything wrong, he was far from a scrub, but she just didn’t get that sense. Not that she could sense Ki but if she could, she’d be a little wary of Pin sending her to recruit some old man under ten thousand power level. Elitist? Her? Nah, just realistic. If he was what he appeared she had no problem going back empty handed, as it were.
“Hi,” she said, her voice clearly that of a child. Recalling something a friend once told her, she put a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Don’t trust him. ‘Wise old men’ are only old because they’ve had someone else do the dying for them. She really hoped he wasn’t actually some old man, she’d feel almost...bad. “My name’s Kay-El,” she added, walking in through the door seemingly unaware of the trap. --
upon the door opening, Kishi immediately exposed himself in the open as he had an accurate aim pointed to Kay's body and immediately fired his arrow straight. Upon the arrow reaching within arm's reach of Kay, the explosion happening in a matter of seconds. The explosion wasn't meant to cause harm but a diversion for Kishi to advance forward. Kishi took his rush forward the moment he released the arrow and the explosion. Upon leaping into the air and having the noise be used in a means of distracting, after he took his landing in front of her, Kishi attempted to tackle her face to face by attempting to pin her to the ground. If this was successful, he would mount his body on top of hers and rest his buttocks on her stomach while speaking to her. "Just who the hell are you, I told you to state your business. I haven't came in contact with anyone since I have arrived here..." Whether the tackle was successful or not, he would say this speech to her regardless.
As Kay stepped through the door and met with an attack she frowned, almost yawning at the ‘back to basics’ tactical maneuver. Back home on Shikk her SSE training kicked in and she stayed alert. This guy was definitely not as slick as he thought himself to be and she sang low, channeling her Ki through her voice, her whole body vibrating with the tone. To Kishi, it would appear like she teleported, maneuvering herself behind him and sitting in the seat he occupied not too long ago as he typed away on his machines. If he’d aimed it at her face, she’d have tanked the damned attack but he aimed it at her chest and, well, she liked this shirt. Also, screw this guy, no way was she letting him think he pulled one over on her.
“Like I said, my name’s Kay-El, and you’ve caught the interest of my boss.” At least his reaction time was good, hers was just better, but she didn’t let that show on her face. Her own training with Mimikku and then others on Vegeta recently left her with a refined sense of strategy. She could appreciate that he wasn’t completely a lost cause. A lot of people hesitated when it came to shooting or attacking her since she was so young, she wasn’t sure if it spoke well or ill of him that he apparently had no problems aiming that shot at a five year old. Perhaps he’d fit right in, or maybe he’d just be too ruthless. Only time would tell, and, perhaps, this interview.
kp: ⅔ [SU1]VIBRATO: As Kay sings, using her vibrato, she begins to vibrate with it at a blurring speed which causes an afterimage so she can dodge attacks 100% below her PL. Uses 1 KP in battle and cannot be charged.
"Boss?" Kishi turning around to now face her as he took his walk over to her and just stopping with arms distance as he folded his arms across his chest and continued to speak to her with a serious tone of voice.
"If my history even matters, I wasn't always an android.. no.. I was once flesh like you.. A commander on Kingujoo planet.. My race was similar to yours in a way.. any who.. I ultimately gave my life to save a grunt soldier when the war broke out on my planet.. I was saved and constructed into this armor you see before you..My planet was blown to pieces... and I escaped to this planet, considered to be the weakest planet in the solar system.. So what exactly does your boss want with me..."
Kishi standing still like a statue as he started to observe his surroundings and speaking to her once again.
"If I do decide to join.. you guys wouldn't happen to have a base full of technology.. this place is a dump.."
She never asked for his life story. In fact, giving personal details in this business could be bad. Everything he said she took with a grain of salt, anyway, and a large one at that. Just a moment ago he tried to kill her, a seemingly harmless little girl, when she did nothing to provoke such a violent reception other than knock on his damned door. Having never even heard of the planet he mentioned, she made a mental note to look into it later but then her dark blue eyes narrowed dangerously. As dark as her hair, like the sky at is darkest hour, that blue was one to drown in reminiscent of the deepest depths of the ocean and is showed neither white nor pupil, engulfing the hybrid’s entire eyes.
“Like me?” she said curiously, one brow lifted as she looked up and up and up at him. Af three feet tall, she was used to looking up at everyone, such was the way of a child’s life. Everyone was bigger and more physically powerful than she, so she had to make up for that lack in other ways. “I doubt that…” As she spoke the two slightly elongated canines showed in her mouth, the fangs clearly visible. Her tail flicked in annoyance behind her, the same color as her hair and eyes, and she sighed. “I’m sorry about your planet…” she said softly. “And for the people you lost. My own home planet was under attack when I left so, while not to the same extent, I know the feeling of that kind of loss.” Earth was supposedly the weakest according to him? Did he not know of the SSE’s repeated attempts to conquer it and their respective failures? The SSE was strong, stronger than most believed, and Kay-El took a moment to really size this guy up.
“My boss... he thinks you might be a good fit for our organization.” If this guy wasn’t over nine thousand buckets full of crazy, he’d prove it to her because Pin wasn’t here right now and he had to make Kay believe he was worth recruiting. “We’re working on the tech stuff, but we’re not into having enough around to track us with. Mercenary work hardly ever goes well when it leaves paper trails…we’re still a new organization, so our base is a bit of a work in progress. -- KP: 3/3 +1 KP for no tech use
"They say knowledge is power.. also strength falls in that category... What power is in my definition is to press forward. You need both of them if you are going to survive a war.."
Kishi took his walk around the laboratory with his arms to his back and continued to speak as he looked around these ancient machines.
"These machines are ancient to us... but at one point in time they were the new technology, they were modern at the time.. Since time passes us all...we see it as a relic or something that serves us no purpose anymore. It reminds me of war.. We care about war at the moment, but years from now we will all be history and not important... History does repeat itself, how unfortunate....What i'm trying to say is this.. care about history, and don't repeat it."
Kishi turning to face the kid who was just 10ft from him and continues speaking.
"Just like how I will see this event as important and making sure not to repeat the same mistake, which could lead to the same place we are now. You being stronger than me. History can change... and I don't see you as an enemy because since you told me your purpose here.."
Kishi walking over to her and bringing his right hand out in an attempt to shake her hand.
"I see you as a companion, not an enemy. Fortunately when it comes to business and the person you are doing business with, information is crucial and important. Which is why I will leave you with this for your boss."
Kishi pulling out his flash drive of his life and giving it over to her and continued to speak. Whether she shakes his hand or not.
"Your race are the saiyans... my former race was the Kingujoos.. we were a race of war and our armor appears to be that of centuries old. We loved to fight and we were good at it. Your race is the only ones that I know with a tail that isn't an alien with weird scales and color.. I don't know your race origins at all, just the tail that I have heard through the years on my planet.. For what purpose that tail serves, i'm in the dark with that one.. I also don't know much about this planet.. you are the first life form I have encountered face to face.. So enough with this chit chat, How exactly do we get to my recruitment process."
Kishi folding his arms across his chest as he walks away from her and leaning against an ancient machine that stands at 10ft.
If this guy was only trying to join for better tech, he was better off not joining, in Kay-El’s opinion. In fact, he’d most likely be better off saving for his own things with the money he got from jobs, when they started coming in. “Some history bears repeating, like the good things in life - would you rather those remain in the past forever?” she looked up at him seriously, curiosity sparked within her dark eyes. Maybe his attack on her was a sign that for some of the grittier jobs where other’s morals might get in the way like Sake and his honoring other warriors schtick, they could instead give them to this android that clearly cared so little about a moral code. And that was alright in Kay’s book.
Pulling up the contract on the datapad as he talked some more about them being comrades or whatever, companions, she didn’t think he’d yet earned the right to call her that but said none of this. They would be co-workers, at the very least, and perhaps he’d turned his own colors too swiftly. Then again, that was the idea behind the White List’s dress code.
“I’m not a Saiyan,” she said, “Not entirely. I’m only half so you really don’t know what I am and not knowing about your enemy can make you underestimate them and what they can do.” A small smile tugged at her lips. “I don’t know the reason for the tail, either,” she admitted with a casual shrug that could mean everything or nothing all at once. “As for recruitment, I’ll read off the terms and if you find them acceptable, you just sign up…” She slipped the drive into her pocket, she’d read through it on her way back to Vegeta. Frankly, everything she really needed to know came from the interactions she had with Kishi, not some document that may or may not be filled with lies.
“You’re free to decline any assignment without explanation. We’re not here to be an army or to hold your hand if you can’t sleep at night, we’re a group of...like minded individuals who see the profit in helping those who can afford it - within reason.” Shifting to another document, she offered the pad to him so he could look over the current pricing list. “Prices can change due to job specifics and market demands. We don’t do hidden fees, all we ask is that the White List gets a cut of the total payment since we’re the ones getting you guys a job. That twenty percent,” she smirked, “Will go towards all the technology you asked about and help fund group facilities and utilities. Your conduct on missions is expected to be professional and we really frown on killing other operatives… If you’re on a job we have a simple dress code requirement: When representing the White List, we ask only that you wear a cape, scarf, cloak, or other item of clothing in white. When you're on the job, you'll need to wear a similar garment in the colors of the nation or organization that you're fighting for. Eventually we’ll have a standard issue cape to be the actual uniform but they’re still being commissioned.” She took a breath and let it out slowly. “Any questions?”
Hearing everything that she had to say as his helmet T shape part started to glow a bright red as he stored the information on his hard drive. Kishi replying back to her. "No questions, we will keep in touch.. I'm heading out.." Kishi walking over to a room in the laboratory and picking up his briefcase which is filled with his resume. Kishi walking back to the room and turning his head to speak with her. "We will meet again soon.." Kishi leaving his laboratory and also signing the contract. Kishi taking flight into the sky as he heads into town and goes job hunting for the organization.
With a nod, Kay-El took the datapad back and frowned, watching as he left all of this ‘old junk’ behind. What a waste, she thought, and saved the coordinates. Maybe, just maybe, she could salvage this stuff later if need be. At least he hadn’t left without giving her his information and signing the damn document. She smirked, hanging around Pin might not have affected her outward speech yet but is sure as hell changed her inner thoughts just a bit. Pin wasn’t the type to pull verbal punches and used ‘bad words’ freely around her.
Nana didn’t approve, then again, there were a lot of things Nana didn’t approve of. But slowly Ban was coming around and did realize that eventually there came times when she had to pick and choose which were the important things to shield Kay from. Bad words didn’t rank very high on the list, as it turned out, not while there was so much more at stake.
Heading back out onto the snow-covered peaks she looked out over the ridge and took to the air, releasing her silent hold on her Ki and, for just those few moments, feeling the freedom the mountainous solitude offered. -- Thread Exit | TWC: 2102