Frost was a deadly force to reckon with due to the main faction that has all the control over the planet, Planet Trade Organization. What was a threat to other planets and sparked fear amongst the cosmos when a whisper of their name was ever uttered, was now a completely joke and could never be the same. Changelings, Changelings of all races, contemplated on fleeing the planet with a few other individuals who felt this planet was not worth living on and the Planet Trade Organization no longer respected enough to serve under. Kyanite might have been tricked and modified into becoming one of their super soldiers, and she may not be pleased with being taken from her own home planet, but she had some gratitude towards the faction. She was stronger than ever and there was no stopping her from getting more powerful than what she was now.

If it weren't for Arugu, her monkey tailed mentor, that took her from her home and her passion for writing and storytelling taken with her, the android's fate would've remained destined to forever wander endlessly without a home, a family, or a future of any kind. Concurrently, she despised what this cold marble became. After the destruction of the "great" Kingdom of Frost and Aisu's poor attempts (if such called it that) to bargain with the blue colored rubber turd to spare the area, Kyanite felt as if she were in a circus show. No one stepped up. Hell, the android herself would've easily showed resistance, even if it costed her life.

Fuckin' pathetic.

Kyanite swung the bottle of alcohol back to her lips for the eleventh- twelfth? twentieth? - time and chugged down as much as possible before she broke it off and placed it down on the counter. Cooler's Casino was still one of the best hotspots to relax and unwind for the android. Watching drunken grunts beaten the hell up and get put in their place for messing with the bigger predators was always an entertaining sight to witness. She'd admit that there were moments where Kyanite herself was a "victim" of grunts that tried to pick with her before she delivered a beating that reminded them of who they were in the presence of. It was a good thing she was an android, her alcohol tolerance was extremely high. It would take hundreds of bottles to really get her off her track.

The gambling, the bets, the gloats, the cries, the rage, the adrenaline of winning, the crash of losing, the atmosphere was a mixture of vibrant and savage. The android was never one to gamble as it never appealed to her as much as the display of her raw power. Was it cheating if she was cybernetically modified as a cyborg? Sure. Though, being an android was just a step into tapping into what she was capable of. The rest and where she was now? It was all her with the help of her mentor. That said, while the casino was always Kyanite's usual spot to relax, she wasn't there just to do that.

Word hadn't gotten around yet, but Kyanite just so happened to "hear" about a certain recent "addition" to the faction losing a piece of important cargo that had to be delivered. This "addition" just so happened to be a Saiyan, a race that was most hated on the planet. Kyanite would know with the reflection of Arugu's treatment from members of all ranks and classes that were non-Saiyan. It was a shame too. It was frustrating enough of what this Saiyan went through, but if anyone knew she screwed up with a transportation mission? Something that might be seen as simple? All hell would've broke loose.

But that's where her savior, Kyanite, came in to swoop the damsel in distress off her feet and help her. The android knew exactly where the cargo was, all thanks to her finding the cargo herself and learning of its origins and who was responsible for its recovery from those that stole it. What she did with it was left out of the picture and for only Ryoko to be told.

Ryoko was a very hardheaded individual who knew how to bite back, but people like Kyanite knew exactly how to deal with people like her. Though Kyanite never met her, she could only imagine what she was like based on what she's seen and heard of Saiyans during her time on earth, so it was only natural for her to go off from traits like that. It held no importance as the android was confident to put the Saiyan in her place should she dare think she could act out without being bitten back. Just the thought of it made her smile with glee.

Of course, such help wouldn't go just from the kindness of Kyanite's heart.

The android got up from her seat, bottle still clutched in her grasp. She traveled south of the casino and reached to what looked to be the VIP section. The perfect location for a more discreet conversation, away from prying eyes and nosy ears. The location was luxurious and reserved for the strongest of both the faction and the planet. Kyanite was a regular, thus no surprise that she passed through with ease. She traveled to her usual booth and threw herself onto the silk couch with a leg lifted up and rested on the small table.

Once she gotten settled in, Kyanite pulled out her communication device that resembled a regular smartphone back on Earth. It was eerie of how similar technology was on Frost, only just slightly more advanced than what the android would've expected. All she had to do was wait as the other line rung while she took another chug of her bottle. When the other line answered, the Saiyan would be greeted with a breathy voice that spoke on the other side. It almost dripped in tease, almost too eager and playful. It was as if Kyanite played around with her prey, overconfident at how well she had Ryoko trapped in her hand. They haven't met yet, but Kyanite just knew she had the upper hand no matter what.

"Evenin', Ryoko. You’d be surprised at how much I know and how much I've heard about you misplacing somethin' valuable. And I just know where your precious valuables are, if you know how to play nice."

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WC: 1,072
OOC Notes:

- Current PL: 105,292 (Suppressed to 26,323)
- Rookie Bonus +65% PL
- Super Weighted Clothing +75% PL

Ooh, this Saiyan was very feisty. Not the kind Kyanite dealt with whenever she confronted a population that she could count on her hands. The android's lips broke into a curve that revealed an entertained smile. The silence was very telling the moment she dropped a very vague bombshell on the Saiyan. She got the monkey right where she wanted with how blunt she was. The first thing said, asides from her friendly and cordial greeting, was hinted at the idea that not only she heard about the botched mission, but also had an idea of where it might be. She had the option to drag it out, but nothing felt more satisfying than being direct and straightforward and met with pure quietness.

Though, as expected, the Saiyan lacked the knowledge to "play nice" at Kyanite's request and instead go for a more scuffed approach. Not a command, but a simple request that didn't require any sort of force if it wasn't met. Kyanite already played her highest card and she had to play it smart despite being known to do the opposite of being smart. The tough act already crumbled in the android's eyes when she tried to appear fierce and strong. To Kyanite, it was a poor attempt. A cute one, if she said so herself.

"Hmm. You're no fun. I tell you to play nice, you instead want to play in the dirt. Typical. Then again, I don't expect much from an untrained monkey. But, since you've asked oh so kindly to get specific and, maybe even more blunt, then I shall." Kyanite dryly joked with the Saiyan. She fixed her posture where she sat up straight and placed the bottle down on the table. "You went with about four other people to retrieve a special cargo that was stolen by a bunch of lowlife thieves who don't know any better and bring it back to the PTO. Unfortunately for you, you fucked up by not keeping an eye on it and the bitch got stolen again. Now you're in your little room, panicking like shit and trying to figure out what the fuck you gotta do without raising suspicion of your fuck up. How does that sound? Pretty accurate if I do say so myself, right?"

It was a lot to expel including with how vulgar Kyanite was during her summary, but it was no less truer. They both knew what she said was true. The Saiyan fucked up on protecting the cargo and the valuable prize was stolen yet again. "Being a Saiyan and all, your fuck up'll be a lot worse than someone who's in the same boat as you, just not a Saiyan. What can I say? It's a ruthless world out here. But hey, to cope with it, you gotta become ruthless yourself. I think that's something we both can agree on. All of that said now, you need help. All of it. Which is why out of the kindness out of my own heart, I'm willing to help you."

What was said was only partially true. Kyanite was very willing to help Ryoko get the cargo back, or point the finger on where it was stashed. What wasn't the complete truth was this wasn't going to be all for free. No, Kyanite expected help in return and the android would make sure the Saiyan would do her part.

"With all of that said... I think I've said enough over the comms. Hopefully that convinced you that I'm not bullshitting you. Necessarily yet, anyway." Kyanite paused for a moment to let out a cheerful laugh before she settled down. "Anyway, I'd like for us to meet in person so we can cut a deal. I can come over to you, or I can arrange a time and place for us to meet. How does that sound?"

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WC: 645
TWC: 1,717

Without a fight or even a hint of resistance, the Saiyan agreed to meet in person. Kyanite was surprised Ryoko was compliant so easily in just a matter of seconds. She expected pushback, but instead received the opposite; cooperation, of some kind at least. Things worked in Kyanite's favor so far, but who knew how long it'd be before Ryoko tried to act out while on her leash? For the Saiyan's sake, Kyanite hoped it'd be never. "Good girl." The compliment was all it was meant to be, a simple compliment. However, it was very likely that there was a patronizing tone behind what was meant to be a simple commendation in response to the obedience.

"Right, then. Meet me behind Cynosure in about an hour. Bring yourself and yourself only. I'm not really big on surprise, and I will know if you brought someone in secret. But, considering how disciplined you've been so far, I'm confident it won't be much of a problem to follow. See you soon." Without giving the Saiyan a last word in, Kyanite ended the call abruptly. A sly smile curled on her lips, pleased with how well the interaction went. Personally for the android, it would have been just slightly more entertaining if the Saiyan lost her temper like her kind always did; always wanted to prove a point, protect their pride. Of course, she didn't mind the opposite happening at all. Now how far would Ryoko keep it up was a question the android was about to find out.

This is going to be very interesting. After her last chug of the bottle, Kyanite set it down on the table and exited the booth as she made her way out of the casino and towards Cynosure. She had the option to wait out a full hour, bearing in mind she didn't have other plans prior to this meeting. It meant Kyanite had to wait a full hour by the building for the Saiyan to arrive; something Kyanite didn't mind. It made it all more exciting by the minute. As they say, waiting is the great vocation of the dispossessed, except the android was blessed with opportunity after opportunity, resource after resource.



About hour later

Kyanite already arrived behind Cynosure and sat on top of one of the large panel boxes. She wore her tactical uniform fitted to camouflage in the dark. It was an unorthodox fashion compared to what the majority of other soldiers wore on the planet, but suited the android perfectly. She reeked of strong alcohol, though she was still sober despite the alarming amount of alcohol she casually consumed.

Cynosure was an establishment that sold armaments, protection gear, and other equipment supplied by the Planet Trade Organization. Its popularity was moderate; it was able to construct a mostly positive reputation before its eventual shut down. As the rumors were fiercely denied, the business was accused of illegal trade with other planets without the organization's permission. Despite the denial, evidence came into light on transactions of their trade and who were involved that resulted into the business's eventual demise.

Originally, the VIP booth Kyanite got comfortable in was meant to be where Ryoko would've met the android. However, Kyanite became considerate with the Saiyan despite the circumstances. Ryoko was known to be one of the few Saiyans stationed on this planet and the last thing Kyanite wanted was a handful of low life intimidators and their attempt to try and antagonize her. Did the android care whether or not she did get antagonized or not. Not necessarily, no. It wasn't Kyanite's battle. Although, she wouldn't want the Saiyan to have a watch kept on her and potentially heard about a mission gone wrong on the Saiyan's part, hence her decision for somewhere more discreet.

It was close to the meeting time and Kyanite couldn't wait to meet the important person of the hour.

"Tic, toc, tic, toc..."

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WC: 656
TWC: 2,373

Kyanite looked up and eventually saw a figure approach the android. At first glance, she had a more youthful appearance with large bright red eyes and her hair tied up into a messy ponytail with strands of hair poked out. An interesting feature was the red highlight in her hair. While she has seen people with highlights in their hair, it was definitely uncommon on Frost. The girl also appeared taller than Kyanite. Added with the heeled boots worn, she guessed the girl was about two to three inches taller than the android. For some reason, it made Kyanite feel small. And here the android thought she could be the dominant one, but with someone taller than her? It just didn't feel right! All jokes aside, what really caught her attention was the tail that swayed behind the girl. This must've been Ryoko, the Saiyan that screwed up a certain mission that she was here for answers.

The Saiyan proceeded towards the android with determination. It looked to be that Ryoko was willing to do anything to get back what was rightfully hers to ensure success in her mission, and Kyanite was amused. She couldn't help but crack a smirk on her lips as she carefully studied the girl's movements. Her eyes were right on the Saiyan, but her peripheral vision focused on her surroundings. Her heat vision was activated to scout out any potential unwanted guests that the Saiyan might've brought along. To her surprise and relief, Ryoko came all on her own. The smirk still on her lips, she thought to herself, So she DOES know how to follow instructions. Who would've thought? as her eyes were still on the approaching girl.

Ryoko wasted no time to introduce herself and go straight into business by wanting confirmation that Kyanite was the one that made the call towards her. "That'd be me. And here I thought you'd do some stupid shit within the first couple of seconds meeting each other, and trust me, I KNOW stupid shit, considering the stupid shit I enjoy to do." she cackled at her own joke. She hopped off of the panel and straightened her posture. Once she was on her feet, the height difference was as clear as day. For someone who was fresh-faced, Kyanite never would've thought the Saiyan was taller.

The Saiyan extended her hand towards the android to offer a handshake. Kyanite refused to believe what she witnessed. The Saiyan was not only obedient, but also had manners? Whoever found her or however she got here, Ryoko was the poster child of how all Saiyans should act like when serving under the Planet Trade Organization. "My, my. Someone's a gentlewoman. Well, somewhat. You're learning, so that's what counts." Another joke was cracked in reference to the Saiyan's confirmation of identity. "Name's Kyanite. The pleasure of meeting you is mine." she finally introduced her own name and extended her hand to shake Ryoko's, her smirk curled into a soft smile with underlying motives in exchange for giving the location of the cargo. The Saiyan was cordial, so Kyanite was the same in return.

Of course, stupid shit immediately ensued, but not from Kyanite herself. Before Kyanite had any time to reaction, a rough punch was thrown straight at the android's face. "Gah!" The force from the punch wasn't as strong as it looked, considering how far Kyanite's power had manifest, but the surprise factor and unexpectedness of the punch was what caught her off guard and threw her on the ground. She fell on her right side and stayed down momentarily. "Tch. And here I thought you were different, but nope, you're just like the rest of them. Typical, but unfortunate." In light of what just happened, Kyanite still found a way to make a dry joke.

Still on the ground, Kyanite propped herself up on one of her elbows to look at what was in front of her: a (most likely) pissed off Saiyan that was ready to try and beat the hell out of the android, mainly on the information of the cargo's whereabouts. Nonetheless with the position she was forced in, her antics continued when she looked back down and stared at the girl's boots. A huff of merriment made when she looked back up directly into the Saiyan's eyes, smile still in tact. "Nice boots, by the way. It pairs very well with the rest of you." she cooed.

Kyanite was down, but she wasn't out. There was no 'yet' to this, it was just fact from the android's point of view. The power behind the Saiyan's punch was very telling of what the android would work with. She had a large advantage in lacking ki to be sensed, so it would've been assumed by the Saiyan that she was dealing with someone of her level or, ideally for the Saiyan, weaker than her. Kyanite could get into her first form right now and display her dominance to show who was really in control. As fun as it'd be to do so, instead of fighting back, the android decided to play into her role for the time being. That is, until it was appropriate for her to end the delusion she fed Ryoko of her assumingly being stronger.

But first.

"By the way, you might want to reconsider what you're doing. I know you can't sense me. I have no signature for you to track me down by. You don't know what I'm capable, and judging by how hard you screwed me just now, in comparison, let's just say I can do better. This isn't me tryna intimidate or piss you off or anything... but I'm just saying it for your sake and if you want your precious cargo back. Just looking out for you is all."

A courtesy warning. Kyanite herself couldn't sense ki, but she just knew she was stronger. The android wasn't looking for a fight out of this or try and dominate the girl just to show off and force the Saiyan to submit. At least, those weren't her true intentions. She'd hope the Saiyan could only see that Kyanite was trying to help (for the most part). If not, then there was no problem trying to knock some sense into her.

But was the Saiyan smart enough to get past her pride and see reason, or would she live up to the typical prideful behavior that all these other monkeys hold?

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WC: 1,079
TWC: 3,452

"I mean... if you want to be technical about it, I already did set the conditions from picking a time and place to meet up in person... and you did agreed and show up." Kyanite still found a way to throw in smart remarks, but it wasn't as if the android was wrong. If they wanted to get into the facts of setting conditions, even the Saiyan herself let the android arrange the meeting. As far as the blackmail accusations go, well, the Saiyan wasn't far off. The threat would, or at least that's what Kyanite assumed, keep Ryoko on a leash and do any trick the android wants on command. She said jump and the Saiyan asked how high, but the twist of events threw a wrench in the gears of her plan.

Kyanite grunted in pain when her side received a hard kick. The android flopped back to the ground, this time on her back. "Freaking chill, woman!" she yelled. Compared to the punch, the kick had some power and, admittedly, the android actually felt just a slight sharp pain that pinged on her side. It was clear as day that Ryoko enjoyed hovering over the android as she believed she finally gained the upper hand over Kyanite. For the time being, it was true. With Kyanite stuck on the ground, Ryoko held the control of the situation by its reins.

The warning Kyanite announced was, as expected, ignored and tossed to the side. At best, it seemed as though the Saiyan thought the android was bluffing. She even went as far as to insult the android based on her cybernetics and believed that cybernetics would never top anything more "natural". "Heeeey...." Her voice picked up a whiny color, as if she were about to complain. "I'll have you know that I'm a cyborg, thank you very much. I'm not completely all junk and parts. I'm half hum- GAH!"

Right as she tried to pick herself back up, Kyanite's nitpick was interrupted with a fierce punch straight to the face. She groaned in discomfort and felt herself easily lifted up from the ground in one swift motion. Kyanite felt blood trickle down from her nose and towards her lips. Her head laid back, but she pulled it forward to get a look at the Saiyan. There, she noticed an energy sphere locked right towards the android's stomach. The deal Ryoko proposed was simple; either Kyanite told her where the cargo was or she was going to meet a horrible fate. "Hey... I think I could see my home from here." she joked in reference to how high she was held up, the situation still not taken seriously. It seemed that the Saiyan was confident due to Kyanite's warning not heeded, so it was time for her to get serious. "Alright, alright... before you try and fire a hole through me... I want to show you something that may pique your interest." she said.

As if on cue, Kyanite's white hair glowed bright as snow along with her eyes that had gleamed vividly. Electricity began to spark around her as her smile grew wide and cocky from the process she just she underwent. In a matter of seconds, Kyanite fluidly tapped into her transformation, Energy Boost. The adrenaline burst through her veins and energy ran wild from within. It wasn't her first time that she grew into such a transformation, nor would it be her last if absolutely needed. She squeezed her fists as mantis blade popped out from her forearms and showcased the large blades that sat in her arms.

In just a blink of an eye for the Saiyan, Kyanite bent one of her legs and struck her knee right on Ryoko's chin in hopes to not escape her grasp, but also force her to stumble back from the punishing force behind the knee. It wasn't enough to completely take the Saiyan's head off, but just enough to show her who was really in control of the scenario. A beatdown wasn't needed just yet, but if Ryoko continued to act out of line, then Kyanite had no choice but to give the Saiyan rough discipline.

If successful, Kyanite would approach the Saiyan and use the end of one of her blades and pointed it straight at Ryoko's neck. "Like I said, I'm only looking out for you. If you want to keep bullshitting and keep your pride on the forefront, then be my guest. I'd have no problem slicing your tail off and mount that shit on the wall of my living room. If not, I'd suggest you submit now and put your ego aside." she warned again. This time, Kyanite only hoped Ryoko came to her senses and realize that Kyanite wanted to help...

...But at a cost that had yet to be revealed.

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WC: 808
TWC: 4,260
OOC Notes:

- Transformation currently active: Energy Boost [x5]
- Current PL: 526,460 (Suppressed to 131,615)
- Mantis Baldes:

Finally, Ryoko was able to throw the white flag and give in. Perfect. "Good girl. Looks like you can follow instructions." Kyanite cooed at the fallen Saiyan, her smirk transformed into a smug smile. In an instant, her hair and eyes returned normal along with the electric aura that quickly dispersed. The blades that jolted from her arms smoothly retracted back in their place. The android was a little shock with how quickly the Saiyan folded and gave in. Albeit Ryoko didn't exactly say that she submitted, she acknowledged Kyanite's true power and realized who was really in control. It was more than satisfactory for the android, so there was no reason for her to continue further with a potential beatdown.

"Alrighty, since you've finally decided to comply," Kyanite paused and took a moment to lower herself on the ground. She laid on her side and plopped an elbow up so she laid her head on her head. One leg was bent up while the other one was flat on the ground. The position Kyanite was in looked casual, almost too relaxed as she voluntarily joined the Saiyan on the ground. "I can tell you exactly where your cargo is. The best part? You don't have to fight and pull through a bunch of low life goons to get it back. It's stored somewhere safe where no one would even twice to even peek at it. At least, I think so. ...Shit, I hope so." she said, all with a smile and somewhat giddy.

It sounded as if Kyanite was the one that took the cargo and hid it to catch the Saiyan's attention and try and transition into getting her to help the android in return as a way to "pay off debt". That, and great blackmail material. Kyanite had the option to play around and drop vague hints on where the cargo was, just to keep the Saiyan on her toes. Instead, she decided to be more direct with her instructions. "The cargo's stored off near Serene's Lake just at the edge of it hidden by a couple of trees. It'll be a little hard to find, but I trust you're keen enough to catch it soon. Like I said, it's well hidden so I doubt anyone touched it." she explained. She was confident that was the case, but if it wasn't, well...

"Since we got that out of the way," Kyanite shifted her body around to sit up next to the Saiyan and crossed her legs. "I helped you in telling you where your precious, stolen valuables were. Now you're in debt with me since I took the time out of my day to waste a few oxygen particles to fix up your fuck up. But don't worry, I have just the job for you to make it up for me." A childish giggle escape the android's lips. She stretched out an index finger and leaned over to the Saiyan to gently tap the tip of her nose.

Kyanite had a few ways to "compensate" in return of the Saiyan aiding the android when she accepts the offer; there was no option to decline. She either had to accept, or she could kiss that precious cargo goodbye and consider her mission a complete failure.

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WC: 547
TWC: 4,807
OOC Notes:

- Transformation deactivated; Kyanite is back to her base PL
- Current PL: 105,292 (Suppressed to 26,323)

"Excellent! I knew you'd say yes!" Kyanite cheered. "Now... what we're about to do isn't just a one, two, three type of job. If anything, I'm going to need you to be in your best shape and at your strongest too." she explained. The android took a moment to pull herself up on her feet and walked back over to the panel she once sat on top of when she waited for the Saiyan. She squatted down behind it and picked up a layer of weighted clothing she once wore for herself; courtesy of her mentor Arugu. She returned to the girl and gently bent back down again and gently placed them next to the Saiyan. "You're going to want to wear these. They'll feel heavy, and trust me, in a sense they are. Though, that's the beauty of them. The heavier they are, the lighter you'll be on your feet and the stronger you'll feel." she explained.

Kyanite had no qualms in throwing the Saiyan into the action from the start with her bold nature of taking risks head first and think later. This time, however, Kyanite had to be careful. What she had in mind, she needed to make sure there was little to no room for error. Ryoko, from what the android had to estimate, was far from reaching Kyanite's own power, or at least at an acceptable level to do what she had in mind. It was a chance that could very well fall flat on its face, especially since the android had better options to pick from in assisting her.

Why Ryoko? It was simple: she was a Saiyan, a race that was viewed as the dirt under the boots of many soldiers. She also had a dilemma that had an easy fix. Finally, and the most important, she was weaker than Kyanite. The Saiyan was the perfect candidate to keep a tight leash on. The android, though, knew better than to completely walk all over Ryoko. The Saiyan, whether she may not see it as such, was essential to her plan so it was in her best interests to keep some form of respect for her. That, and it was something that could be very beneficial.

"Now then. I'm going to give you a week to get used to those clothes. Feel them out. Walk around, jump, fight, crouch, do whatever you want, I don't care. After a week, I'm going to call you again for a place we'll meet up in what I have in store for you... well, for us. Kyanite said. With one last small flashed at the Saiyan, she gave a brief nod and walked pass Ryoko to take her leave.

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WC: 451
TWC: 5,258
OOC Notes:

- Heavy Weighted Clothing gifted to Ryoko


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