The Saiba Menace (Open) Jan 15, 2019 1:08:23 GMT -6
Post by Yuca on Jan 15, 2019 1:08:23 GMT -6
Everyday on Vegeta proved a new opportunity to learn what he hadn't quite known before. Unlike the slower paced Namek, the quicker tempo of life here was something he relished. A pool of knowledge yet to be tapped into completely as he hasn't scouted a significant portion of the planet yet. Never was it the destinations of his journeys that interested him, but the in-between. The sights to be seen, the wanderers to converse with. A part of him enjoyed the dead periods that travel necessitated, this was one of them. He'd heard rumors of the abusive wild-life found in the Vegetan bad-lands. However, Yuca wouldn't let the gossip of the Radditsu District locals hold him back. There was more than just the gain of experiencing astonishing scenic landscapes, city-life had very much the same. Money, a means to accomplish many goals otherwise impossible. Heavily doubtful to the idea at first, the notion soon came to fruition when he saw the might of the Saiyan Kingdom along with the one back of the Monarch on Konats. <It all comes down to capital, with enough of it. Maybe then I can my mark.> **TEAR.**
The Konatsian gripped the leaflet in shock, reading aloud its information. "Saibamen over-population, hunters needed. Equipment provided with admission. Bounty per Saibame-" He cut himself short, eyes wide-open as he saw the strangers give him looks. <Right.. I'm still in the slums. And this pay? Too good to say aloud.> Stuffing the pamphlet away in his pocket he immediately took to the advertisement's direction. To his great surprise, it was an assuming store. About the size of a shed, with the appearance of one too. <Is this it? I'd have expected more of a show.> An air of suspicion carried upon his person, he entered the glorified booth despite how shady it appeared to be. Once in the shed he was met with a bizarre face looking back at him, teeth yellowed and missing. Hair in patches as a strong smell of burnt plant filled the room. Inside the store lain a great amount of weapons with what looked like some kind of animal, green in color with stripes of varying hues along its skin. "Ya came to the right place me boy."
So confused by the merchant's surprisingly child-like voice, Yuca reeled his head back. As if to signal how he was trying to disengage from this mental confrontation, the mismatch of things going on taking a toll on his mind. "Excuse me?" "The pamphlet, m'boy. I see it stickin outta yer pocket. Its why ya came right?" Taking a glance at his pocket he caught wind of what the dealer was explaining. Taking out the flyer "Yes. I hear you've some hunting equipment for the bounty on the Saiba creature infestation, am I correct in that assertion?" "Well, you're the only person to show up. Here." The vendor's arms stretched out, its hands now visible from within the dark room. Withered and bandaged with bandages stained black, from within its clutch came a series of items. Five capsules all numbered one through five. "Every capsule has a number to them, below each number a short description of its usage. I think you'll be quite pleased.."
"Guess I'll be on my way then, thanks." Capsules in fist he left the shop, examining the first one as he stood at the door-way. <One. Motorcycle. Model-45. Forty-five? That's a little old, guess it'll do the trick. Let's put it to use.> The Konatsian tossed the capsule on the ground, it blew up into a cloud of smoke. In its place the promise behind its description, a semi-functional motorcycle with a rusted tint to its surface. Boarding the vehicle he took off, driving off towards the Saiba Breeding Pits. Though he wished to traverse at excellent speed he wouldn't be given the opportunity. Unfortunately this wasn't the case, the poor shape of the machine made his journey to the Breeding Pits take terribly long. After due diligence he finally made it, the harsh rocky terrain of the pits available to him. He wasn't quite sure what to expect here, but with four capsules in hand he was sure to make use of them. Now with second capsule in hand he released its contents, a lone gun presented itself to him after the smoke dissipated. Shaped like a rifle, one could see the heavy evidence of tampering this illegal firearm had.
Markings of a foreign language present on its surface, written in some kind of strange green dye. With a weapon in hand he braved the Saiba Wastes, unsure what might unfold. Walking cautiously as he gripped the gun tightly, standing on edge as any looming silhouette drew his attention. Lining up his sights towards any shadow he considered worthy of doubt. <You can never be too sure, wait, is that what I think it is?> Yuca approached a bush, its movements drawing his attention. After a steady period of waiting the creature finally drew itself out. "Now!" Bullets flew all over, yet none appeared to damage the animal. Its advances still met unchallenged until a final gun-shot to the head put the Saiba-Beast down. Taking hold of the pest he tossed it in a burlap bag he hoisted over his bag. Continuing on his path, he sought more Saiba-Beasts to add onto his bounty as short as it was at the moment.. <One down, many more to go.>