Post by Yakito on May 8, 2024 13:00:06 GMT -5
It had been a hot minute since Yakito last set foot on Plant. Between his hiring as a proud member of the Armored Squadron on Arcose and his ensuing baptism by fire during the Namek-based operation known as the "Red Day", Yakito had little in the way of time to dedicate to leisurely activities. Today, this was going to change.
Following his convalescence aboard the Relentless, the blonde Earthling was temporarily discharged to recover from the grievous injuries he sustained on the field of battle at the hands of Yangcong. To this effect, the youthful Squadmate requisitioned a shuttle that was promptly programmed with Plant’s coordinates. His destination on the red planetoid? Hatchi City, the epicenter of Tuffle ingenuity and frivolous luxury. This well-kept space marked a stark contrast with the streets of Radditsu District and East City’s slums who he was used to, but the lack of familiarity didn’t impede Yakito’s curiosity in the slightest.
After getting hauled in for questioning by Tuffle law enforcement officers left perplexed by the hull of a ship emblazoned with an Imperial insignia, Yakito quickly got his hands on a visitor visa thanks to his compliance and many Imperial credits. Now possessing proper documentation for a temporary stay in Hatchi, the Earthling tourist swimmingly made his way to the bustling metropolis’ town square. It was surprisingly easy given the city’s byzantine layout, but the abundance of interactive maps and assistance drones were to blame for such convenience.
As he strolled past umpteenth Tuffle bystanders who stopped in their tracks to gawk at him, Yakito couldn’t help but notice the attention he was getting. He was no towering, uncouth Saiyan warrior, but there was a little uncanny je ne sais quoi about Yakito when perceived through the lens of an ordinary Tuffle: He was certainly short when held up to the standard of most humanoid species, but almost a smidge to tall for a Tuffle — could his muscle bound-yet-somewhat-androgynous body allow a beholder to mistake him for one of these Tuffle soldiers who accepted biological augmentations? Possibly so — especially given his energy signature who prompted many alarms and a constant vigil from drones floating overhead — but his accoutrement was equally confusing, for both a beret emblazoned with the Armored Squadron’s symbol and a half-mask rebreather with auxiliary scouter attachment that was manifestly Tuffle in construction found their way besides a Earthling gi unitard sashed at the waist.
This was without mentioning the fact that he was threading bare-footed, of course.
All in all, the long-haired blondie was a bizarre sight to witness, and he was getting the heebie-jeebies from that constant surveillance. With cold sweat beading on his brow and a monumental sense of unease creeping up to his tense shoulders, Yakito began to hurry his pace, negotiating his way with bystanders and many other twists and turns until he finally exited the town square to seclude himself in an alleyway wedged between two skyscrapers. He slumped on a cold wall, allowing his figure to curl up before grabbing golden locks between his fingers to utter the thought at the forefront of his mind: "What the fuck…"
Following his convalescence aboard the Relentless, the blonde Earthling was temporarily discharged to recover from the grievous injuries he sustained on the field of battle at the hands of Yangcong. To this effect, the youthful Squadmate requisitioned a shuttle that was promptly programmed with Plant’s coordinates. His destination on the red planetoid? Hatchi City, the epicenter of Tuffle ingenuity and frivolous luxury. This well-kept space marked a stark contrast with the streets of Radditsu District and East City’s slums who he was used to, but the lack of familiarity didn’t impede Yakito’s curiosity in the slightest.
After getting hauled in for questioning by Tuffle law enforcement officers left perplexed by the hull of a ship emblazoned with an Imperial insignia, Yakito quickly got his hands on a visitor visa thanks to his compliance and many Imperial credits. Now possessing proper documentation for a temporary stay in Hatchi, the Earthling tourist swimmingly made his way to the bustling metropolis’ town square. It was surprisingly easy given the city’s byzantine layout, but the abundance of interactive maps and assistance drones were to blame for such convenience.
As he strolled past umpteenth Tuffle bystanders who stopped in their tracks to gawk at him, Yakito couldn’t help but notice the attention he was getting. He was no towering, uncouth Saiyan warrior, but there was a little uncanny je ne sais quoi about Yakito when perceived through the lens of an ordinary Tuffle: He was certainly short when held up to the standard of most humanoid species, but almost a smidge to tall for a Tuffle — could his muscle bound-yet-somewhat-androgynous body allow a beholder to mistake him for one of these Tuffle soldiers who accepted biological augmentations? Possibly so — especially given his energy signature who prompted many alarms and a constant vigil from drones floating overhead — but his accoutrement was equally confusing, for both a beret emblazoned with the Armored Squadron’s symbol and a half-mask rebreather with auxiliary scouter attachment that was manifestly Tuffle in construction found their way besides a Earthling gi unitard sashed at the waist.
This was without mentioning the fact that he was threading bare-footed, of course.
All in all, the long-haired blondie was a bizarre sight to witness, and he was getting the heebie-jeebies from that constant surveillance. With cold sweat beading on his brow and a monumental sense of unease creeping up to his tense shoulders, Yakito began to hurry his pace, negotiating his way with bystanders and many other twists and turns until he finally exited the town square to seclude himself in an alleyway wedged between two skyscrapers. He slumped on a cold wall, allowing his figure to curl up before grabbing golden locks between his fingers to utter the thought at the forefront of his mind: "What the fuck…"
PL: 100,000 (Yakito is in his Base form.)
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Jet Squirrel, Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 530
TWC: 530
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Jet Squirrel, Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 530
TWC: 530