Deep Deep Undercover - Document Files 01

Days went by slowly, trickling like the flow of sand from an hourglass. For once, Yakito had quite the leisurely trip where the likes of pirates and other marauding miscreants stayed clear from his path. Was his Battle Power the cause of it? With the heights he reached, he felt more unstoppable than ever. Yet, this astounding power of his did not bring even a modicum of relief; on the contrary, the stronger he grew the more he felt like the galaxy was entitled to his protection. Such a herculean, impossible task it was, for no matter how formidable he was as a single person he was just that: A dude limited by the place he currently occupied in space.

Was it the right call to leave Arcose behind and drift across the stars aboard his shuttle toward the Galactic Patrol Prison? Would they need him back home? Would the Orchestra or maybe even the Saiyan Kingdom attack Arcose during his absence? Yakito had no way to know, so all he could really do was to suck it up and trust his guts as he docked the maximum security prison's visitor hangar. A communication inbound was intercepted. Yakito pressed a button on the control board to connect to the frequency.

"Correctional officer Chiley. State your name and purpose."

"Lieutenant Yakito of the Armored Squadron. Matricule YS-110400..." He pressed a button on the scouter attachment of his half-mask rebreather, checking his notes pertaining to the facility's own nomenclature. "Uh... visitation reference number YV-32. I am here to meet Attorney Glass."

"One moment." Yakito was left hanging for what seemed to be like seconds that stretched into an oppressive eternity. Trying to distract himself from the dread drawing droplets of sweat at his brow, he admired his black-painted nails until the correction officer corroborated his visit.

"You're in the clear. Exit and go to the moving walkway off to the left. I'll unlock the gateway, then the lobby will be the third door on your right." The earthling did as instructed, allowing the sliding contraption to carry him to a heavily-fortified gate employing energy field technology. As soon as he stepped off the moving walkway, the crimson barrier flickered out of existence. Yakito entered the complex, turning right to make his way through a pristine, brightly-lit alway that seemingly stretched for all eternity. Instead of testing if it was truly endless, Yakito took the third door.

Now in the lobby, Yakito seemingly arrived in the nick of time, for the Attorney of the situation was seen pacing around and looking somewhat irritated. The squadmate made his way to the legal expert, beckoning him with a wave. "Counsel Glass, we have an appointment scheduled in five minutes!" Was arriving slightly early punctual or uncouth? Yakito preferred to be safe than sorry, which is why he always showed up a few minutes in advance to any important meeting he had to attend.

Yakito was certainly not a tall one, but what he lacked in height he more than made up for with muscle bound thickness and combat potential! He returned the pleasantries by introducing himself with a salute befitting his status as a military officer; Yakito then became a paragon of discipline with an immaculately straight posture as he stood at attention. "Yes, a pleasure to make your formal acquaintance, Counsel Glass! I am Lieutenant of the Armored Squadron, Emperor Ticoga's personal military cadre. This is correct: The mercenary band festering around planet Gem is a thorn on our sides. I was told by a friend that you could help remove it." Knowing that walls had ears, the squadmate followed Attorney Glass who began leading him toward his ship where matters could be discussed privately.

Yakito had his arms crossed below his pecs as they backtracked to the docks. The lawyer asked him if the trip to the Galactic Patrol Prison went swimmingly. The blonde earthling confirmed with a wide smile. "Yes! Few are the radars who don't pick up my battle power from miles away, so pirates and other pestersome customers know better than to cross me." This was one of the few perks coming with a bloated PL he was unable to conceal naturally.

Naturally, Yakito sat down in front of the gentlemanly Attorney who offered him a beverage. Coffee was a bit too bitter to the squadmate's taste, but he knew better than to decline someone's hospitality. "Yes! Two creams and four sugars." An absolutely outrageous amount of sweetness that would make the ichor turn from a deep onyx to a mellow cream.

After his drink was justly delivered, Yakito brought it to his lips to take a sip with a fake sigh of satisfaction. "So! I heard that there is a General running amok. Anyway, can I help with that? I'll need to leave with Lt Cook once we're finished with that, of course." He fully expected Glass to be already aware of the agreement, but making sure never killed someone.