A kind preaching man has decided to start up his own Religion. He is babbling on in the crowds of Planet Frieza, trying to force people to join. He is a nice man, everyone used to like him. But a contract has been put out on him, you must deal with him.
Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits
Life was slowly improving for Fasha. She had found herself inheriting her own private living quarters. Courtesy of the PTO for the show her and Kuriza had put on during their graduation ceremony. No more waking up to the gossip of her peers. It was like a slice of heaven to the saiyan warrior. She was on the track to success for the first time in what felt like forever. She hopped out of bed and noticed an envelope sitting in front of her door as if it had been slipped underneath. Fasha immediately ran to the door and swung it open swinging her head left and right to survey the hall.
“No one in sight.” she said to herself as she eased the door closed and locked it. “She reached down and picked up the envelope. It was plain and white with the exception of Fashas name written on the front. She ripped into it with no hesitation and removed the letter inside then began to read it out loud for herself.
“The show you put on at the Graduation ceremony was quite impressive. Is the PTO paying you enough though, I wonder? If you have any interest in making some money on the side whilst taking advantage of your affinity for violence put on your armor and meet me in the destroyed arena by sundown this afternoon. PS, Come alone.”
Fasha was skeptical and intrigued at the same time. The idea of making money on the side wasn't as appealing as her mystery writer might have thought. However the mention of her “Affinity for violence.” as her mystery had put it was what caught her attention. She asked herself over and over again whether she should go or not. One side of her trying to convince her to attend the meeting and the other pleading with her not to be so foolish. As the hours passed and the sunset drew near a third thought crossed the saiyan woman's mind. Maybe this was her destiny calling her.
“Is it not in a saiyans nature to use our brute strength to profit?” The answer was clear as day to Fasha now, she had to hear this person out. Worst case scenario she would kill them and be done with the what ifs. With her mind made up she put on her saiyan armor and left her private quarters. As she made her way down the hall of her PTO barracks she made a mental note and promised to herself that she wouldn't participate in anything that would be considered betrayal. Fasha honored the organization that had finally set her on the path to becoming a warrior in the saiyan sense of the word. She exited the building and took to skies making her way towards the arena that had been destroyed just days before.
Fasha entered through a hole in the roof thinking it would be a good idea to get the high ground and see her mystery fan before they could get eyes on her. She spun in a complete circle attempting to pick up on any movement but she saw nothing. She began to wonder if this was a practical joke, Maybe Kuriza himself had set this up in an attempt to undermine and mock her. She balled her fist and shouted into the arena that was bathed in the dim light left by the setting sun.
“WELL. IM HERE.”
“Oh I know.” a voice replied calmly as an elderly namekian man stepped out of the shadows and into Fasha’s view. She was surprised to see this old man was the one who summoned her here. The idea was almost laughable to her. He stood atop a piece of ruble left in the center of the arena and motioned for Fasha to come closer.
“So who are you and what do you want grandpa?” she asked as she lowered herself to his level. The namekian elder was skinny and hunched over and looked malnourished in Fasha’s eyes. Before speaking again the namekian removed a pouch from his pants pocket which contained several thousand zeni, maybe even hundreds of thousand by what fasha could tell. Fasha looked at the man with a confused grin. “Am i supposed to be impressed?” she asked with her hands on her hip.
“Impressed, no. I simply wanted to show you that the life I intend on introducing you to is very lucrative. My name is Tuba. I have lived the majority of my life as an assassin, traveling from planet to planet killing whomever has the right price on their head. In my old age I have found the desire to pass my legacy, knowledge and wealth on to another. This will come at a price however. I will need you to complete my remaining open contracts. In exchange I will provide you with the blueprint to become the greatest female assassin the universe has ever seen.”
Fasha was excited she bubbled on the inside but tried to maintain a stone cold composed demeanor on the outside. Getting paid to kill people was right up her alley. She imagined battles with the galaxy's strongest warriors with millions of zeni on the line. The thought alone was enough to make her mouth water.
“I'm in! Who's my first target? Do i have to go to namek to kill them? What's their power level? ” her excitement was now outwardly visible. Tuba smiled at Fasha, his old namekian skin wrinkled up as he did so. This would be beneficial for the two of them. Fasha would get plenty of relevant experience and he could maintain the reputation he had built among his clients. A reputation of never missing a target. He had just the target to get the saiyan started, something easy as a warm up.
“Your first target is a religious figure. A man that has caused many problems for my clients in the recent months. Supposedly he is both the creator and leader of the religion he represents. He had been forcing the weaker minded civilians of planet Freiza to join his religion. My clients have had and seen enough. They've paid me in advance for this man's death. Failure is not an option and no matter what happens this cannot be traced back to me or my clients.” Tuba handed over a folder to Fasha.
“This folder should answer any questions you may have about your target. When I get word that he has been dealt with I will contact you again with your payment and depending on your performance I may have another contract waiting for you. Someone stronger and more challenging. Good luck Fasha.” The namekian then disappeared in the blink of an eye leaving an afterimage as he departed. Fasha opened the folder she was handed and took a look at the picture of her first victim.
“This should be a piece of cake” she said as she ascended through the roof of the destroyed arena and made her way back to her living quarters. She kept her head in the folder until she fell asleep. She learned from her studies that her target was going by the name Boro the blessed. He was a very popular man on Planet Frieza until he decided that he was chosen by the gods to lead the planet into salvation. Most of the powerful figures on the planet simply ignored him until he started recruiting people by force. Now he had to be taken out swiftly.
Fasha awoke the next day eager to get started. She planned on visiting all of the popular spots in which Boro th blessed was known to give his open preaching sessions and recruit. Once she found him she would kill him from a distance with her Big Tree Cannon and leave the area before anyone knew what hit him. The plan seemed fool proof in her mind. With the skill set she currently possessed she didn't have too many other options, however she hoped her determination would get her through the way it had since she landed on this planet. With her plan solidified in her head she swung a cloak over her head and body to conceal her identity and left her dwelling with the hunt on her mind.
Her first stop was a popular shopping district where the most wealthy of Frieza's inhabitants went to get their fancy clothing and household items. She floated above the stores for an hour or so with no luck. “This is your most frequented spot Boro. Why aren't you here? You must know you're going to die today.” Fasha said as she took off to the next location. As Fasha raced through the sky towards her next location she began to think of the possibility of her going down in the history books as the best assassin ever. With a mentor as good as Tuba claimed to be and a Saiyan as determined as her, the sky was the limit in her mind.
The second location is where Fasha’s day became interesting. Boro could be seen preaching to a group of his followers. They had gathered in a large park in the middle of one of Frieza's largest cities. Fasha counted four followers that seemed to be stuck by Boro’s side. There might be more than one left dead before the day was over. Fasha wanted to be the type of assassin that only killed those with the actual price on their head however if Boro’s followers decided to interfere they would be dealt with just the same. She hovered above them unnoticed as she decided on a new plan to execute. What she decided on made the getaway a little more risky however she knew she would get the kill.
She lowered herself to the ground outside of the park and entered on foot. She approached the small group Boro had around him and began to ask about his religion. “Excuse me i don't mean to interrupt but could you fill me in on what exactly your religious groups beliefs are?” she asked, putting on a voice that sounded innocent at least to her.
“Oh you would like to know about the greatness of Boro’s blessings, woman? I would be happy to enlighten you.” Fasha moved in close as Boro began to babble about how he had been chosen by a higher power. He went on for what seemed like ages and his followers stayed tuned into the message as if they had never heard it before, hanging on Boro’s every word. “I Boro the blessed have been chosen to lead every race to salvation. All intelligent life that walks this earth needs to tune into this message that's if you wants yo-,” Fasha couldn't bare listening to the religious babble anymore she cut Boro off in mid sentence with a quick punch to the gut and then went in for the kill.
“Energy dan!” she yelled as several balls of ki left her hand finishing off the false prophet. She continued to fire off ki balls kicking up a cloud of dust and hiding her escape as she flew as fast as she could to flee the area. This was her first attempt at an assassination and although it was a little sloppy it was a success and Fasha felt a thrill. She was on her way home now where she would wait for further contact from the namekian tuba.