The darkness of space seemed so empty now. Stars blinked away as the escort class vessel edged ever closer to the Dyson sphere. Every meter they moved, the angrier Appos grew. Vacation? Such a notion was preposterous. Even now he could hear the “Directors” voice echoing in his head. “You are to take leave on the garden world Ilos. We have taken notice of your more...recent behavior, and believe it in your best interest to avoid Combat missions until cleared of this issue” Appos slammed his fist into the wall which created a decent sized dent. “Behaviour? I am simply doing my FUCKING” he would slam his fist even harder into the wall. “Job…” The Lieutenant would take an about face before walking out of his designated quarters. Just the thought that he was stuck in some comfortable and cushy room made him want to break something. The Director wouldn’t even give him the option to bring the rest of Lemun Squad. He hoped they were doing alright. The corridors of the ship would seem a maze to anyone not acquainted with Tuffle ship design. But Appos had a single location in mind, somewhere he could get out some of his anger. The other staff aboard the ship were tiny compared to the Ex-MELON Trooper. He could barely fit through the halls, which only further added to his anger. Finally he would reach his destination, the training center. Appos pulled off his coat, uniform top and officers cap. His bare chest was etched with various scars, stories from his more recent missions. He wouldn’t allow them to be healed, they were a reminder that he was no longer a MELON Trooper. A sort of self served penance. Appos would slam his fist on a bluish-green console.



“Please designate the-”



“Seven bots. Lethal.”



The doors would slam shut as a protective measure for anyone outside. Seven androids would appear from the ground, fully loaded LMGs, all aimed at Appos. The Lieutenant would run towards the nearest one and slide in between it’s legs. He would grab onto one of the leg’s joints, splitting the leg in half and causing it to slump to the ground. It continuously unloaded random shots in a vain attempt to hit Appos. It only managed to kill two of the bots accidently before Appos smashed a fist through it’s torso. With a loud metallic rip, Appos removed the bot’s LMG before unloading onto the four remaining bots. Two more went down as the LMG clicked dry. Appos used the LMG like a baseball bat to smash through the remaining two Androids, taking an extra minute or so on the last to make sure it was nothing but a metallic mess. He stood and gave a loud huff.



“Run it again”





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Appos stepped off the landing ramp in his full uniform. It was an immaculately adorned and cleaned dress uniform, much like the one he wore in the field. It was the only form of attire he felt comfortable in, as it covered the vast majority of his body, much like the Nanosuit. His arms were held squarely behind his back as he looked left to right. Forests and beautifully designed abodes scattered the area. It was a paradise. Sadly, the only thought on Appos’ mind was how easy it would be to set up ambush spots in those surrounding forests. Then, something much stranger caught his eye. It was a girl, no more than 10 or so years old. She seemed to be wearing some sort of...safari outfit? What was a child doing on this planet? 


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Colonel Pricota

Appos scratched the side of his face in utter confusion at the remark. The sun was rather oppressive on this planet and it probably didn’t help that he was in full uniform. Maybe it was the heat beating down, causing illusions to the mind. But it had sounded like that child just addressed him by rank. Well, if he was already going crazy, might as well just accept it.



“Uh, no. I’m not here for retirement, at least I hope not. Something about war fatigue and ruthlessness. They think cooking me alive will solve the issue. Might I be able to get a name? I would ask your rank, but I wouldn’t assume we recruited this young. But I wouldn’t know, they don’t like giving me access to important information”



As he waited for a response, his gaze would turn back to the forested areas. Appos hated tropical environments, along with a great deal of other MT. Sand made it hard to walk through, heat could sometimes twist sensors along with shorting out HUDs. It was a good thing they couldn’t sweat with those nanosu- Appos closed his eyes and sighed. So many new things he had to deal with. Minor issues that normal people wouldn’t even blink an eye at. It was agonizing and frustrating for Appos. But they had already made it clear that he would not return to being an MT. His lack of failsafes, Neurological Comm-links, etc. Apparently his body had changed so drastically that they couldn’t even figure out how to attach a Nanosuit. These minor inconveniences combined with the lack of combat gave Appos the desire to smash something into mist. It felt so still, no objective, no greater purpose. “Sit here and get better” That's what healing tanks were made for… Maybe they’d have some training areas here.



He would turn back to the child. “Oh, and do you know if they have any training facilities on this planet? I’d rather train than watch a sunset or whatever it is you do on a ‘Vacation’”



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    His heart skipped a beat as soon as she said Colonel. He would straighten his posture slightly, struggling to keep himself from saluting. She was not in uniform, meaning by regulation it was not necessary to salute her. But he was a Melon Trooper at one point, he never had a vacation in his life and never once met an ununiformed officer. Finally after fighting his instincts for ten long seconds he was able to relax. Appos knew that the Continuum utilized cloning to ensure the lives of their top agents. Custodians, Tuffles from the end of a Golden age and the beginning of a bitter rivalry which would span the years to come. A high ranking officer AND a Custodian at that? He needed to be careful with his words. Whoever this Director person was, Appos doubted that he could save him from a vengeful Custodian.



    As she finished explaining her cause for coming to this… disgusting paradise, as well as its main purpose, Appos became confused. People could retire in the Continuum? It had always been drilled into his head from a young age that you die for the Continuum, retirement was for civilians. Even so who would come here willingly? “I don’t understand. Why would you come here of your own free will? This place is nothing but a waste of time. I could of ran two small operations in the week I’m being forced to stay here”



    He silenced himself once more as the Colonel Continued. She would go on to discuss an undercover agent by the name of Bluber. Appos knew of the officer, as he needed to deal with him directly during a high risk operation in Frieza Force space. Well, when it was still Frieza Force space. They had been ordered to take out a Saiyan assassin sent to kill a High Priority target with deep connections to the Frieza Force. Bluber seemed to be a rather respectable person to deal with, especially since he was working with Melon Troopers. It was good to know he survived. Sad that he had to end his career on a place like this. At least he managed to start a combat ring.


    
    Appos crossed his arms as Pricota asked him what he would be doing. “That’s a difficult question. I’m probably going to swing by that Combat Ring too. Ever since my mission again-” He cut himself off. Too classified to talk about that mission. “...Ever since my accident, I’ve gained desire to fight. It seems to be the only thing that even entertains me anymore. Well, aside from missions with my Brothers” He stopped after saying that. Small talk was something he was not used to. He would need to rein back the amount of information he was giving. Kami knows the kind of fit that the Director would have if Appos’ origins got out.



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    She thought he was a Custodian? Appos looked down, a grin creeping across his face. That was probably the best compliment he had ever received. “Alright ma’am, though I should warn you I’m not great at holding back. Couldn’t afford to do so in the past” The trek didn’t take long for the two Officers. Appos was surprised at how well she had been keeping up with him. Then again, he wasn’t going his full speed. Appos would turn to Pricota, hands behind his back, as he strolled forward. “You said urban combat was your fortay? I’ve ran a few ops in urban areas before. Always had issues with keeping hidden from the Civies. Personally I much prefer the desolate jungles and forests. I can easily formulate ambush areas, or just raze the entire forest down if necessary. Quite fun to watch a target scamper from an inferno…” He would cut himself off as they happened upon the combat ring. It was rather well built with a nice metallic shine. He expected nothing less from a rich Higher up. Appos would step to the side to allow Pricota entry first. “After you, Ma’am” he would state.



    The interior almost reminded him of one of those ‘Wrestling’ rings which the earthlings had been so fond of. Two combatants currently fought within the ring, he noticed a shimmering blue shield appear everytime they came close to getting hit from the ring. Appos would grin, they weren’t even allowed a disqualification by ringout. This would be fun. Appos would walk up to the sign up terminal and begin typing in his credentials. After finished he would step aside and allow Pricota to do the same. “We’ve got five minutes before the fight begins. I’m going to stay here and watch the fighting” He said as he leaned against the railing. His eyes began to light up as the fight grew more and more violent. Something about fighting just… it seemed right. He had never really felt this way until the accident, but it felt good.



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Colonel Pricota

    A smirk drew across Appos’ face as the two Officers were called forth. He would quickly return to his stone face demeanor entering the arena with Pricota. She was veiled in some sort of Blue Aura. Nothing he could sense. Then again, he hadn’t gotten used to this whole “Ki Sensing” thing yet. As they took to their respective sides, Appos would remove his Officer’s coat and hat. Underneath he wore a blank black tank top. A scar would lie across his forehead, previously covered by his Officer’s cap. The vengeance of Polaris lasted even in death… Appos would raise a hand and burst into a green aura. Lightning would crackle around him. “I get the feeling this will be a good fight, ma’am” He would state with a hint of excitement in his voice.



    As the bells rang to start off the battle, Appos wasted no time charging forth. From within his pocket he would produce two small disks. One filled with Destron, one with a nice dosage of Ki Rot. Appos crossed his arms as he closed in on Pricota, quickly slamming the two disks together infront of her face. As soon as they burst he would flip over the Colonel and raise his arms for a counter attack. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing a few gadgets. I’m sure they won’t hamper you too much, Ma’am”



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