A rich ambassador has faced near-death experiences by a band of ruthless mercenaries in the past few days. You overhear about his request in a local hangout spot from a band of rough-looking warriors. However, the gang, you find out, are planning to kill the ambassador and his newfound bodyguard. Knowing of your combat prowess through word of mouth, you receive a message from the ambassador begging for your assistance. You can decide to take up this job with the opportunity of protecting the ambassador and his riches or using this request as leverage to get close to the ambassador and take his life, and his riches for yourself.
Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits
Bonus: +100 zeni, +10 all stats, +1 Alignment if he is protected
Bonus: +500 zeni, +5 all stats, -1 Alignment if you kill him
Last Edit: Nov 15, 2020 10:49:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
After arriving in Shimo city with a motor-cade, Chilled had some time to relax and enjoy the sights this humble city had to offer. The men who accompanied him from the capital were too busy unloading their trucks cargo to tag along, so the Changeling took to the streets alone. As Chilled wandered around through the back alleys, he noticed a rather large group of what looked like mercenaries hanging about outside what seemed to be a tavern of dubious character.
The men appeared to be the typical rough, unsavory type that one would often find hanging around these types of establishments. Chilled was about to pass them by when it dawned on him; these types of individuals would make perfect additions to his growing army. Their loyalty was no doubt questionable, but under his reign, that would change. The fear a Changeling could inspire within the weaker races often had that effect. History had proven this fact time and time again.
Chilled was feeling confident while he floated over in his hoverchair to the crude group of lesser beings nonchalantly as they crowded around one corner of the building, likely up to no good. There he found the miscreants laughing about with one another as they pummel some poor unfortunate hobo like he was some red-headed stepchild. It was unlikely they were in it for money as the vagrant was wearing nothing but rags. Chilled could only assume the beating he received was for their entertainment, which was something he could honestly appreciate.
"Greetings my good fellows. Mind if I join you?" asked Chilled as he slid out of his chair, using his tail to catch the weight of his body before lowering himself to the ground. With both hands resting on his lower back, he took a few steps forward into the center of the group. "Not to worry my dear chaps. I'm known to have been quite skilled with a whip back in my day. Let's see how much flesh we can rend from his bones before he dies."
With the last of his words, the Changeling's tail slapped the pavement, splitting it open. The mercs gathered round were stunned by his appearance at first but laughed it off none the less. They were more interested in the fun to be had, tormenting the poor sap at their feet, and had already started taking bets per pound.
"Sure thing my good man! Have at him! I've got 20 right here," roared a large man wearing a dark leather jacket who seemed to be the leader of this motley crew of scoundrels.
Farrow had spent a lot more time at Shimo ever since the second dojo was built. Between setting up the new outpost and continuing to rise through the ranks of the PTO, Farrow had been busy nonstop. Kuriza was off on a mission again. Shimo had a thriving underground market, filled with soldiers of fortune. For the right price they would do anything with no questions asked. “The Blood Brother will thrive nicely here. The city is active, the rebels hide in the north, ice wolves haunt the woods. It’s perfect to conceal our movements.
As Farrow walked the streets he over heard a group of civilians taking about one of Shimo’s ambassadors. “I heard that was attempt number five. There not gonna stop until they get him, serves him right you know. All that money, always flaunting it around town while half of us starve. I got half mind to join the.....” As Farrow stepped around the corner the man stopped his word mid sentence, Farrows PTO emblem shining proud on his chest. Farrow looked at the one who was talking. “ Half a mind to do what, oh please don’t let me stop your glorious rant. Do tell? Hmmmm? Nothing to say now?” Farrow walked closer to the group who had all frozen in fear. No one spoke or blinked as The grin on Farrows face slowly disappeared.
“So half mind, you say there is an ambassador in need of assistance. No worries, and I’m sure he will pay handsomely.” Farrow started to count the zeni that he would make from this job. Farrow suddenly had a momment of inspiration, what would Kuriza do. Farrow thought for a second before he made his decision. Kuriza I trusted Farrow to gain favor and influence in Shimo, with a new ambassador position available surely he would be able to take that spot with his credentials. And with being a direct subordinate of Lord Kuriza, Farrow would be a clear selection. “ Tell me everything you know about this Ambassador.” Farrow demanded the information, the more intel the easier the target. Farrow would plan to kill and rob the ambassador.
Bets continued to roll in amongst the ruffians, each one higher than the next. These men seemed to be pretty well off for a bunch of hoodlums. Work must've been booming in this small city. Chilled wasn't opposed to having a little fun and didn't want to disappoint so, he grabbed the vagabond by the throat and lifted him into the air. He was just about to start filleting the flesh from the man's bones when the small screen of his scouter started to flash. It was a message from Cabira.
Chilled reached up to his head and pressed a button on his earpiece. "This better be important, Cabira. I'm in the middle of making some new friends," he scolded. Chilled was just beginning to have a little fun since he arrived in this city, and the interruption was unwelcome.
"Please forgive me, my Lord. We've just intercepted some interesting news about a wealthy Ambassador in the city. It seems that his life has been threatened. He's currently requesting the aid of any strong warriors to protect himself. We thought you'd like to know immediately," said Cabira as he sent his master the information they gathered on the official, including his last known location.
"Interesting indeed," replied the Changeling as he released the drifter from his grip, allowing him to fall to the ground. "This sounds like a great opportunity to secure some much-needed funds for my army. Good work, Cabira."
The mercenary's excitement died down as they watched the hobo's body hit the pavement. They couldn't tell what was going on from the onesided conversation, but hey knew something was up.
"Hey, what gives?" asked mercs leader. "I thought we were going to have some fun with this guy?"
"Unfortunately, I have some business to attend to. By all means, enjoy yourselves," Chilled was about to turn and leave when another man from their group came running around the corner.
"Hey, boss! Get this," hollered the man with enthusiasm. "That ambassador's hired some new guys to take care of him!"
"Oh? Guess he doesn't want to pay up, huh?" The leader grinned at his crew. "Let's go show him what's up guys." The leader then flipped up the collar on his jacket and turned to the Changeling. "You should come along, I could use a guy like you in my crew. This is going to be a big score if you're interested."
Chilled could tell by their conversation they were talking about the same man. These guys were quite laid back to discuss such plans so openly in front of him. Following along was a matter of course. Chilled wasn't about to show his hand as they did though. "Oh my. Perhaps I will join you. I'm sure my business can wait if that's the case."
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"Hey, look man I don't want any problems okay? Please i meant nothing, things are hard around here enough as is I don't want to go on contributing to another to add to the list." Farrow grinned as the man pleaded. He didn't care of their lives and issues, however, the fact that the people of Shimo felt so strongly suggested that they were in search of new management. And with Shimo's underworld in Kuriza's grasp it was nothing to stand in the way of him or the Blood Brothers organization. Farrows constant time with the cult made a family Farrow felt connected to. Their ambitions had now become his ambitions. Kuriza was the mind and the Blood Brothers were the body. Farrow was the hand the manifested and he embraced his role through devout dedication and loyalty.
Farrow looked at the man before he spoke. Shaking, he clearly didn't want to fight. Farrow did his best impersonation of sage and spoke calmly as he would. "I believe you misunderstand my position. I am a part of a division in the PTO to come take care of the terrible misfortunes of Shimo. This ambassador, you speak of. Maybe, He's the problem hmm? And if he's the problem, maybe these attempts at his life might work out in the cities favor. So with that being said how about this leave it up to Lord Kuriza. He will make sure all of your woes are heard and dealt with, swiftly. Just remember that name Lord Kuriza. I am Farrow his representative and I will see to it that you all get exactly what you deserve."
The man looked shocked at Farrow's words. They had never heard of a Lord Kuriza. "How can this Lord help us. None of the nobles care about us. That's the reason the rebellion started in the first place. We have a right to fair living, who are you to judge me? Tell me what im predestined to work and live. Only god can judge me. Why should i put my faith into another Nobel? Farrows smile widened before he spoke. "He's only protected because he's spending your tax money. He can't fight on his own, he needs his comfortable position to be able to thrive among the fish. His positioning and wealth make him desirable, giving him the ability to eat while you starve. Now answer me this little fish. When a shark has you in his sights, who's God? Lord Kuriza can bring you salvation by making his next meal a mutual benefit, if you want things to really change around here you and the rest of the city will embrace him as such."
Farrow hoped his words would produce his intended effect. To circulate the name of his Lord throughout Shimo. The mission Kuriza had just finsihed was sure to have made shockwaves, Once they could put a face to events that change the aspect of the city no matter if it was y his hands or not Kuriza would gain the glory. The city would praise him and support his campaign in the ranks of the PTO, he would be a household name as the savior of planet Frieza, The guardian of Shimo. But more importantly the PTO Ambassador of Shimo City, the allied city that destroyed the rebellion.
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It didn't take long for Chilled and the gang to arrive at the ambassador's residence. Only a few minutes of travel before they were descending at his front gates. Luckily they arrived when they did as the ambassador was boarding a carriage at the time. He was likely about to be escorted to a more fortified facility by his hired help. Unfortunately, the hand full of goons that were with him would be no match for Chilled as their power levels would dismally low.
"Check out, there's our man now trying to run away," said the mercenary leader as he pointed towards a bulbous man wearing a white fur coat with a matching fedora.
"Fret not my dear boy. He won't be getting anywhere without any transportation," retorted Chilled as he raised a finger a shot forth a small violet orb that blew the carriage to pieces.
The ambassador was half a step into the compartment when the Ki blast impacted the wooden structure and sent him flying through the air. The momentum he gained was enough to send him rolling head over heels for a dozen matters before his back collided with the metal gates, where he came to a stop. It happened so fast his goons didn't even have a chance to react. Instead, they were all left standing around like a bunch of idiots with their jaws agape.
"Ah! I'm under attack! Get them, you twits! What do you think I'm paying you for," shouted the ambassador hysterically as he struggled to find a place to hide.
Naturally, his men were slightly discouraged after what just happened and were hesitant to act. Unfortunately, that mattered little to the Changeling. They were in the way and had to go.
"Now-now, that won't do," said Chilled as he released a barrage of small blasts, gunning down all of the official's lackeys in an instant. His feet then touched the ground, a few steps away from the ambassador, where he stood with his hand raised and a tiny ball of ki radiating on the tip of his finger. "Your turn now puggy."
Before Chilled could end the official's life, he crawled over to the Changeling and grabbed onto his legs. A mixture of tears and snot dripped from his pleading face as he started to beg for his life. "Please don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want!"
It was the same old story every time. Chilled wasn't even fazed. He'd ended the lives of entire races in the past. The measly life of some hic aristocrat meant nothing to him. He didn't even mutter a word in response. Instead, he placed his finger against the man's forehead before releasing the pent up energy straight out his rear end.
"Now then, I believe you fine men have some work to do," said Chilled as he turned to face the mercenaries that accompanied him.
"Huh? What do you mean?" The leader was still stunned. He wasn't expecting a Changeling of Chilled's size to be packing such heat.
Chilled let out a soft chuckle; he found the mercs simplicity to be quite humorous. "Naturally, this place isn't going to loot itself. I hope you're not expecting someone such as myself to do it. I require a few good men to hang around here and be my eyes and ears. I believe you and your men would be suitable for such a task. Of course, the alternative..." Chilled then pointed the mess of flesh on the ground that was left of the ambassador and knew they'd understand.
"Well, when you put it like that, we'd be honored to work for you, sir," replied the leader as he struggled to smile.
"Fantastic, I knew we would get along swimmingly. Here's the location where you'll be delivering my things. Of you go now and do try not to be late." After handing over a small piece of paper to the mercenary's leader, Chilled flew up into the sky and returned to the tavern where his date was still waiting.
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Farrow had learned of the ambassadors home from he men in the alley and began to head that direction. Approaching the ambassadors residence Farrow say the interaction between the small changeling and his target. "This must be him, the Changeling Lord Kuriza told me about. Looks like he beat me to the punch." Farrow smiled, The small changeling had done the work for him. farrow had to think of a new angle of he wanted to gain favor with him now. Farrow flew up to the roof of an adjacent building and watched from above as the men with Chilled dragged the ambassadors body and began to look his home. "You would think he'd be smarter than to keep all his money in the house. Idiot! Wait, there's no way he's stealing that much money living in a common home like this. He's hiding it, but where?" He thought to himself. Farrow scanned the area. He had never been to Shimo first so he had no clue where to start. He knew not a bank, it would leave a paper trail to the money he was stealing. "Now if i wanted to hide large amounts of cash where would i put hide it? From the roof top Farrow saw smoke coming from close by, farrow went to investigate while the others were looting the house. He wouldn't dare go inside while their there. Though farrow could easily take most of them in a fight, the reward wasn't worth it to him. He knew the big money was not in there.
Arriving to the smoke he noticed it was the carriage that the changeling had blown up. Farrow dropped down to investigate further. It was heavily burnt, and much of it was missing but the shell still laid in place. Farrow peaked inside, the door had been blown off. The truck landed on its side, and on the other pressed against the passenger window was a metal briefcase. It was beat up from the explosion but whatever was on the inside looked as though it was safe. Farrow took the briefcase and headed back to the house to see if the looting was almost done.
As he arrived back most of the people that were their earlier were gone, just the individuals that took advantage of the opportunity when the first group apparently started to disperse. Farrow snapped the locks on the sides of the briefcase and inside to his amazement were stacks of Zeni and a note.
"To the current ambassador,
i Apologize that we have not had the chance to meet up yet. Inside is the Zeni we owed you for the help you gave us in attacking the Frieza, and the payment requested for the next step. There was a changeling and a Saiyan there and they nearly ruined our plans. Let us know the time and date you want the troops to arrive and leave the rest to us. Now that there is an established trade line from Shimo to Frieza we can infiltrate the capitol and finally over throw the PTO.
Farrow ended reading with a smirk. "Perfect, ill give this to the Changeling. This is definitely worth checking out. Farrow put the letter in his inside vest pocket. But first I need to find Kuriza."
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Last Edit: Nov 15, 2020 10:48:11 GMT -5 by Deleted