Difficulty: Easy Description: As a trainee in the grand Planet Trade Organization army, you and a few others are sent out to the northern part of Planet Frieza. A horde of Ice Wolves needs to be exterminated to prove your skill and worth as a real soldier. Beware, the Ice Wolves each range up to a 1,000 power level and there are dozens of them. Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits Bonus: +5 all stats, rank of "Grunt", and the unique item PTO Emblem: While in inventory lowers your alignment with -1. Gain and additional +50z while working on Frieza. Requirement: Must be of neutral or evil alignment.
Admission Report – Eski Caste: Intendant Sired By: Es and Chiliad Notable Family Members: N/A Previous History with PTO: N/A Enrolment Fee: Paid in full Family History: Father (Chiliad) works as introductory fighter trainer for toddlers. His unrestrained fighting power level of twenty-two thousand makes him suitable to train only the most junior of the royal bloodline before they are suitable candidates for apprenticeship to Lord Frost. Mother (Es) is employed at the palace as a drone in the events department.
The changeling, Eski, was not aware that his admission request to the Dingin Academy near Frieza’s south pole was being reviewed for suitability. In fact, he was only dimly aware that the application existed. His father, Chiliad, had detected a fighting potential in his son that was greater than others in the intendant caste and felt it his duty that he submit his son to the academy for inspection. That academy life and subsequent tutelage under Frost could kill the boy was inconsequential – such was Chiliad’s devotion to the organisation. Es too, when informed of the development, held hopes that her son would bring glory to the Organisation. She was a nobody, a drone in the palace and were it not for Chiliad’s technical knowledge of the Frost Kata and seemingly limitless ability to recompose following a beating, he would be a similarly faceless member of the crowd serving the high born.
A voice spoke, its unctuous tone belying the administrative power wielded by its owner. With the simple press of the button, this changeling’s future would be cast aside to preserve the boundaries between castes, even despite his father’s funding. Dingin Academy tended not to be attended by the high born, which is why his enrolment was even being entertained. Nevertheless, other applicants had much more desperate families willing to contribute much more than the simple enrolment fee upfront.
“What of this intendant, Chiliad?”
The writing on the screen was replaced with a biography of Eski’s father, the being who had paid for his admission to this particular academy. His position was one of importance, but not of renown or prestige. He had been granted the honour of being one of the first introductions that high born changeling children have to the world of fighting, before they are old enough and strong enough to survive training under Frost.
“Rejection of this would not harm the academy.” “Nor would acceptance. The father is a zealot. He will not question his son’s rejection, or acceptance and subsequent failure. Turning out an acceptable warrior would elevate our position.” “Agreed.” “The boy is accepted then?” “He is accepted.”
Eski stood atop an icy precipice several hundred kilometres from the south pole. Stretching out before him as far as the eye could see was the icy glacier that held something of a proving ground for the changelings attending the Dingin Academy. To the untrained eye, there was nothing particularly threatening about this particular part of the southern pole region aside from the prevailing weather conditions that were the subject of everyday life on the planet Frieza. Beside him were several other members of his class. He wasn’t aware of any of their names, for such personal connections were not encouraged at the academy. Instead of using names, or even code names, the trainees at the academy were assigned numbers based on their individual importance to their individual team.
His assigned number was three for the purposes of this mission, indicating his place in the succession of command. Numbers one and two were in consultation a short distance away. He paid them no heed – let them scheme and plot. Eski wanted to be first one to spot their quarry, to prove to himself that he deserved to be higher than number three. Adrenaline coursed through his body as he scanned the environment, alert to any shift in the light that would alert him to the presence of the crystalline-skinned ice wolves as they flitted across the landscape. These wolves were especially hard to track in this environment as the form of their crystalline fur refracted the light in unpredictable ways. By the time the glint of light reached the hunter’s eyes, the wolves were long gone.
Eski was also not the greatest tracker. He preferred a straight fight to sneaking around in the shadows and it showed in the marks that he had achieved thus far. In terms of brutal, hand to hand capacity for mayhem he was unsurpassed. When it came to planning and scheming, which was an important skill for a changeling to master, he was barely scraping through with a pass. It was strange for an intendant. Usually it was the warriors who struggled with the scheming while the intendants struggled with the brute force. The results seemed to vindicate the unseen forces in charge of approving or denying applications. If they desired it as such, they could claim to have turned him into a warrior.
“There! Far ridge under the rocky overlook,” called the suddenly infuriating voice of number five. It seemed that he had ideas to advance his station also. Unfortunately for Eski, he also had the technical tracking expertise to penetrate the twinkling veil of crystals that had eluded Eski thus far.
“Peak efficiency, five,” said number one, looking up from his plans with number two, “that looks like a den. We will be able to deal with this menace and be back in time for evening meal.”
Eski’s insides were churning with rage at this. That should have been his scout, his success. If five wasn’t careful he’d wake up dead under several hundred metres of icy fuck you for getting ideas above his station. In this instance, the irony of his anger at five for successfully doing what he himself had tried to do was completely lost in the tide of rage that was simmering just beneath the surface. He continued to stare at the den that five had spotted while he was looking fruitlessly at the middle of the glacier. Even now, flashes of light were emanating from nearby with such regularity that Eski could scarcely believe that he hadn’t noticed them before now. He really was terrible at scouting. The idea of being bad at something was just as incensing and made him want to hit something. It was fortunate, therefore that they were just about to engage in the wholesale slaughter of these icy, crystal coated abominations.
“Five,” said number one, “take six, seven and eight and conduct a close target reconnaissance on the den site.” “What are you going to do?” responded five, not wanting to be sidelined on what could be a simple overwatch mission with all boredom and zero glory.
The response was as swift as it was brutal. With barely a whisper of movement, one’s fist impacted against five’s gut and drove the wind from his lungs. The changeling was stunned momentarily, spit flying from his mouth as his eyes popped with surprise and agony. Eski savoured every moment. Any elevation that might have resulted from spotting the den had been erased and then some by the insubordination. Six stepped forward, moving to intervene. With a cruel smile, Eski stepped forward too. He waved a mocking finger at the junior cadet, clearly instructing him to stand down or he would receive a one-way lesson in changeling social hierarchies.
When at last One removed his fist, Five slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. It appeared that the leader had maintained pressure on the junior’s diaphragm, preventing him from breathing. Several minutes passed before Five recovered sufficiently to regain his feet.
“Any other questions?” One said, his voice barely above a whisper. Wisely, Five shook his head and slunk into the shadows. Eski sneered after him as he disappeared. One nodded approvingly to Eski and returned to his planning with Two. Based on the interaction, Eski couldn’t help but feel that he had at least assured his position at three with his actions just now. While it didn’t help him supplant two, it was always helpful to have a buffer in the event that his ability to destroy things didn’t come in as handy as he would have thought in this mission. He returned his gaze to the den, watching the comings and goings of the wolves.
It had the potential to be an important teaching moment for Eski, but he simply wasn’t built to lead, or to be sneaky. Had he the ability to critically analyse the situation, he would have understood that by beating down the subordinate, One had stopped Eski from trying to change his position. What was more, he had made Eski hate Five for doing exactly the thing that he himself was trying to do. It was the reason One occupied the position he did and had done so since the first few weeks of their course. Though not from the royal family, he was sufficiently royalty adjacent to bring prestige to this academy with his presence, while at the same time proving that he deserved to occupy the upper echelons of the Planet Trade Organisation.
Evening routine was a relatively silent affair with only four of the team members remaining behind where they had decided to make camp. Eski went to sleep as normal, though he kept his senses attuned to the area around him, lest the other four get any more bad ideas while the upper class of the team slept. Shortly after midnight, Eski was roused by One. According to the team leader, Five and the rest had been ambushed by a hunting party of wolves as was being torn apart. They were going to drop in and surprise the creatures while saving their comrades at the same time.
Eski was surprised. He didn’t think One cared about Five. Nevertheless, he didn’t question his orders. Several moments later, the group was floating over the tundra towards the ambush site. As they drew closer, the sounds of battle reached Eski’s ears and his adrenaline started to pump in earnest. Fighting was his most favourite thing to do. Rescuing less so, be he knew that he would be counted upon to pound some wolf skulls while One and Two enacted their rescue plan. He wasn’t sure what four would do and didn’t much care. These wolves were tough, but there was no doubt that Eski was tougher.
He dropped on first, stomping the skull of one of the lead wolves beneath his foot as he landed. With a spun, a tail swipe sent the lead wolf’s offside skidding across the tundra and out of the action for the moment. It was then that Eski went on the offensive, brutal punches landing in preparation for even more brutal grapples that saw entire wolves torn in half under the fury of the former intendant. It was a sight to see and allowed One and Two to evaluate the condition of the second half of the team before reinforcing him to exterminate every single ice wolf in their sector. Genocide was a wonderful feeling.