Post by LCDR Kimono on May 5, 2023 10:30:34 GMT -5
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense Deactivated)
Word Count: 425
Total Word Count: 425
Text Hex: d40000, b600de
Word Count: 425
Total Word Count: 425
Text Hex: d40000, b600de
Cracks and shockwaves hit the atmosphere as Kim's small planetary exploration craft plummeted from orbit down to the surface. As she tried to deploy tertiary functional thrusters to limit oncoming speed all she seemed to do was piss off the laws of physics, silently watching from her cockpit as East City came close and closer into view, her craft weaving through high-rise structures and past a construction crane only to land with an explosive ploom directly into an industrial complex north of the main city proper. The ground shook hard on impact, with dust and what little debris was possible filling the air outside of the craft.
Opening the door very cautiously, Kim looked outside of the container as the dust just started to settle in her view. Barely visible through the smog, she noticed that she seemed to land in one of the abandoned warehouses that the gangs used in East City to avoid the police. Numerous bodies, either unconscious or having the misfortune of being hit by debris from the crash, sat lying around the craft against the walls and steel pillars and held up the building. The woman stepped out of her spaceship with her hand ready to grab her service weapon, tucked neatly into her waistband of the skirt she wore. Dressed in civilian clothing over her uniform as to best hide from the government who knew what she looked like, her black sweater seemed pointless after having just defied intergalactic piloting laws and probably killing a couple of people here. She held the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger out of stress, before moving her hand off of the concealed firearm in her waistband and started to investigate the room she landed in before any authorities could arrive and try to pin anything on her. She wasn't against killing fellow humans, it was her job for years, but the less of a problem she causes her while she gets her shockcap detonators.
"Oh! How convenient..." She'd say aloud to herself for anyone to hear as she rifled through their weaponry they kept hidden inside of the warehouse. Typical mafia equipment, small arms that wouldn't help her any against powerful Saiyans who could deflect conventional ammunition. But the explosive material inside of the crates... "Come to momma!" were her final words to herself as she started properly inspecting the substances inside of the boxes not paying attention to her surroundings.