Post by LCDR Kimono on Apr 24, 2023 20:04:18 GMT -5
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense activated)
Word Count: 499
Total Word Count: 499
Text Hex: d40000
Word Count: 499
Total Word Count: 499
Text Hex: d40000
sigh
Every day for Kimono was something new. Ever since she was released from prison, it's been a nonstop adventure, one constant run-around trying to discover what she's supposed to do next using the little knowledge. Having just landed in the space port in the Vegeta Region of this new, strange world, Kim found herself in the bay doors of her ship gawking at the life around her. Constant movement of interstellar shipments moving stuff to and from cargo holds, people looking around for homecoming family, warriors, and whoever else would be landing on this sandpit of a planet.
Of course, Kim never expected a welcome wagon, but the lack of anyone was a bit disheartening. It made sense, the people who she would be finding or meeting up with are the kind who needed to stay low and avoid prying eyes, but with no one to guide the human, it was no surprise she found herself lost the moment she left port and wandered the city. Her eyes darting from shop signs to street corners, anxiety building as she formulated the best option to go from here to find anyone of value to talk to. Literally anyone at this point to get her some sort of introduction to the planet would have done wonders to the woman. Her appearance was completely out of place, wearing Earthling military fatigues and completely unable to be detected by basic ki sensing, she seemed less like an individual and more like a robot so methodically wandering the streets for anyone, anything to speak to.
"Aaaaand of course, like always, I am clueless..." She'd annoyingly sigh to herself, tapping her earpiece to see if she had any messages left behind by Command. With her luck, the click confirms it!
"Alright Commander, I'm expecting you to hear this once you've landed on the planet, our connection doesn't work great in space and I doubt you had onboard WIFI on that rust bucket you picked out for a transport vessel. Listen, we have three contacts on the planet for you to seek out. Get a lay of the land, talk to the locals, get into some trouble in the mean time, I'll send you the first contact in a couple days." Ziiiiiip. With that, the transmission ended and she couldn't help but lean against the wall of what appeared to be a store of some kind, stressed and frustrated right out in the open for people to see.
"I swear, the moment I'm free from this crap I'm killing the guy who sent me here." She'd say out loud, frustrated enough to rip out her earpiece and jam it into her pocket. "Why did I ever have to leave West City..." She'd continue to sulk to herself, rubbing her forehead and slamming her fist into the nearby wall cracking it with foot-long gashes in the material from the impact.