Destron smuggling.

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Hearing the man speak, it was quick and easy to deduce that he was speaking of himself there. Kim had no room to judge or complain, she went through virtually the same treatment from her own government when she was locked up. She put into effect so many possible saving graces to keep the peace on her planet, and she was thrown away at the end. Caste out, abandoned by the only people she knew, and hated by the people she was saving and protecting. Her face was still on the papers, in the news as a highly dangerous maniac despite everything she had done to save the Earth and Earthlings from anything or anyone the government did not want causing harm. Terrorists, gangs, foreign entities... And here she was, sitting in another supposed victim of government corruption's mansion on her home planet, both presumably on the run from their 'crimes' they committed. She felt a sort of connection, a kinship between the two if what he said was true. It's easy to act, but the continue to do so after being labeled the enemy takes courage.

"You know... I understand" Kimono blurted out without thinking, looking down into her lap as she did. "You did what you thought was best for your people. You took thought, you put it into action, you started the healing process and those who were supposed to support you, to be the ones you were saving turned on you. Am I right?" She'd ask, twiddling her thumbs nervously as she hoped she was at least somewhat on the right path. "I'm not sure if you've figured it out either, I know most people know who I am because of the news here on Earth, but my name is Kimono Lamellar..." As she'd speak, she'd hope he would be at least somewhat aware of her. She was on the planetary hitlist for the past year after her first escape from prison. Wanted for numerous murders, attempted assassination on the President of the Earth, literal thousands of counts of espionage and inciting violence in Earth communities. She was a metaphorical boogieman for newly trained Earth law enforcement, her picture available at any mission board. It would be a miracle if he didn't hear about her at some point. If he hadn't, she'd sigh out of both relief and anticipation. "What you did was honorable in my book, if that means anything. It takes a lot out of someone to take action for what they believe in. I have mad respect for that".

As she'd finish her spiel, Kimono would wheel back to the bar and grab the nearest bottle of whatever she could find and begin roughly drinking the entire thing, letting herself go a little as she listened to him speak back if he chose to. She figured it was already too late to go back, she may as well get trashed if she was going to be admitting to intergalactic terrorism to someone she randomly met. She was already risking everything by even talking to anyone since her last fight with the hero Kaal and his weird mech suit. Everyone was looking for her for the reward, she would rather die drunk than go willingly.

"So, you got thrown away by both sides on Plant and found yourself on this sorry rock. You're more than powerful enough to do something more drastic. W-Why just laying low here?" She'd say between thin slurred breathing. "I was building a bomb in the Sadala Capital at half your spirit level, what excuse do you have?"

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Kimono heard the man out as he spoke back to his own actions, confirming what she assumed already. This man was no different than her, both in actions and consequences. His only benefit was that his prison was of his own devices, not something forced on him like it was for her. He clearly did not enjoy the move, he likely loved his homeland. She could understand the pain.
It was when he mentioned his plans to her, she knew exactly how much he loved his homeland. His plans to return, to wreak havoc across the planet and attempt to attack the planet again was certainly ballsy for someone who was stomped down the last time he tried. Kim would have been impressed if she wasn't mildly drunk and worried about the possibility of being decimated by the previously mentioned Super Saiyans. She saw exactly what they were capable of when they obliterated Hatchi City during the Black Day conflicts. They were abnormal, far more dangerous than anything she'd ever encountered before. Edamame left her alive, as disfigured as she was, but Lottus likely would have rendered her to a fine powder had he been the one to fight her. There was no chance anyone would allow this mechanized man to attack the planet without the strongest of consequences.

"Wait, hold up" Kim would say as she carefully placed the now empty bottle back on the counter, missing the edge and dropping the glass container on the floor where it shattered into hundreds of pieces. "S-shit, sorry... Anyway, you want to attack Plant AGAIN?" She would ask, turning the chair to face the man as he sat on the couch again. "Correct me if I'm misunderstanding here, but you want to fire a giant laser at the planet that's filled with blonde monsters that can wipe you from existence with a blink?" While she would ask this, Kim found herself wheeling closer to the couch, her blushed face obscured partially by the thin purple steam slowly emanating from her mouth with each labored breath. "I'm all for a good guerilla war, hell I've started AND ended more than a dozen of them, but to outright assault Plant would be suicide even for us. I may not care if I die, but I refuse to be humiliated by someone like the King of Plant or his soldiers. I'm not losing another limb to those damned Saiyans or anyone else over something like that" She declared angrily, implying she likely wouldn't join directly in on the plan. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I won't help out. I've got contacts here on Earth, I'm in deep with most circles, but don't expect to find me on the surface trying to take on those psychpaths that destroy cities in single combat. I've got my scars from that mistake the last time I tried to kill a Super Saiyan. I'd sooner turn my gun on myself."

As she finished her rant, Kim would snatch another bottle from the bar and drink down as much as she could, drowning the memories of her fight with Edamame and the horrific sight of the Super Saiyans on Plant during her war against the Saiyans. She had been going to therapy for the trauma, the nightmares that came from the event. To this day she still wakes up in a cold sweat, feeling the heat that radiated off of them. They were an untouchable, impossibly powerful nightmare to her. Why would she willingly put herself in the crosshairs of one of them again. "T-Try again all you want, but I don't see that being fixed any time soon. Plant is a mess waiting to explode from the last I saw. The few Saiyans I've been able to agree with all seemed to agree that the system is abysmal. We can only hope the power balance shifts soon and something changes. Otherwise, we are ants to the powers that be..."

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Watching the living room morph itself into the laboratory in front of her eyes, Kim was genuinely taken for a loop by exactly how rich this man was. His house was just casually capable of transforming into various rooms. Neat.

It was when he started showing and explaining to her the flower from this supposed "Lost Worlds" sector or whatever it was supposed to be, that she became a mixture of both concerned and impressed. It was an interesting concept, viral warfare was something most armies avoided due to the difficulty of controlling the spread of viruses. Kimono remembered her training back in her enhanced humanoid program where they covered the various active diseases used currently in intergalactic conflicts that Earth was aware of and she couldn't remember anything about any Blue Flower Virus. It really must have been effective if they'd never heard about it at some point.

"Okay, yeah I'll a-admit that it's a decent idea." Kim would say as she wheeled closer, avoiding touching the flower outright in case the virus was transmittable from the flower directly, looking into the pedals as she breathed thin layers of lavender colored, sweet smelling fog. "It's that effective? It's hard to imagine something this dangerous can just casually be handled like this..." She would remark, wheeling herself back from it, one hand on her chin as she thought about it. It turned people into statues, and it's effect was decently fast. It's possible that it could work pretty well if there was a genuinely effective way to get it into the enemy. "It may be hard to use a beam like that, you'd have to pretty much acquire a flower for every rifleman so it can be weaponized like that, otherwise you'd be talking about hitting every single saiyan from orbit... I'm not confident you'd be able to target that many millions of people at once. You'd need literal plantations of this stuff to do direct firing of that capacity... Unless you didn't care about exactly who was turned into a statue." She'd remark, thinking back to her own plan to use the thermonuclear missile on Sadala's Capital to force the war between the Tuffles and the Saiyans. "It's very possible you can have a purified, airborne version of the virus in tubes lined around a heavy enough explosive. Place those explosives in the air purifiers they've got across Plant's surface that they use to disperse the Destron that polluted the planet and bam, you'd easily and effectively infect virtually everyone who breathes in the air." She'd finish, picturing the event in her mind. It would work, if no one was there to stop Yangcong or whoever he hired to conceal the explosives, but she could see it working. "I used to do something similar with my Hutong Mist during operations. Best way to disorientate the enemy is to make it so they cant fight back at all." After finishing her speech, she'd hiccup, her flushed face obviously finally being effected by the drinks from earlier. "Yeeesh, was it always this cold?"

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Kim would wave a hand of mostly dismisal as she debated the implications of the matter. She wasn't against helping with the plan, but it was something she was going to have to debate with herself about. This wasn't just a small time gig, or some underground operation that had little to no immediate consequences. This was a direct, very real threat to an entire planet. She didn't have the physical ability to back up anything if they were to fail, not as of right now at least. She needed to be quick, tactical, and this was not it. Not right now, at least.

"Let me t-think about it." Kim would say calmly as she lifted herself from the wheelchair, the mist in her body exhaling to form two see-through legs below her stumps, a small wobble coming from the drunk woman as she tried to stand on her own, gaining her balance slowly. "While this sounds like a decent enough idea, I'll have to get back to you on it. Right now I'm between missions as is, and throwing myself at a planet right now wouldn't be a smart move." While she spoke, Kim would return to what was once the bar, now transformed into a laboratory counter, she would rip a piece of paper off of a nearby sketchpad and write down a number, messing up numerous times as she tried to keep her hand stable to do so. Unknown to Yangcong, Kimono reached out with her hand and pocketed something herself, hiding her grin as she did. "This is my scouter number, I picked up one of the devices on Plant the last time I was there. Give me a call when you're heading out to gather those flowers and I'll see if I'm not immediately b-busy. Besides, what fun is it going on a crusade against the saiyans if we can't survive a simple attack from them." She'd admit, placing the paper on the table in front of the man and walking towards the front door, waving as she left the mansion.

Her exit wasn't the grandest, she was hoping to have gotten something more out of the man aside from hearing his plan. She knew something was up about him when she saw him purchase the still unknown object in that alleyway not too long ago, but knowing he was some intergalactic wanted criminal definitely gave her another in on the front against any future Saiyan problems. She wanted nothing to do with Plant after her recent issues, not for a long while, but supplying a conflict wouldn't be against her usual moral judgements. As she walked down the road from his mansion, twirling the small vial in her hands as she did, Kim would finally giggle between exasperated drunk breathes while she left. "Plus, getting a sample of Destron AND this weird flower thing was well worth it in the end. Who knows, maybe these might come in handy in the future..."

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