The Elite Meets the Punk (( Haku ))

[Porogath Baraba]

"Damn paperwork..." Porogath mumbled to himself as he briskly walked his way into the lot that contained the Saiyan Empire's main HQ here on Earth. All high command from the king himself was handed down from the Spire, but as long as you were planetside, the HQ was the highest command you could access. The building in question was rather large, towering up several stores from the dingy city streets below. Earth's former glory was reduced to a gritty and hardened urban wasteland. Saiyans yelled and pushed their way through the streets while the humans grovelled at the feet of their masters. Fights broke out frequently, and unless a Saiyan official was feeling gracious enough to step in, most fights usually ended in a serious injury, or even death. Porogath was above that, though. At least, he liked to believe so. Even the ambitious Elite himself lost control when he pride was brought into question, and a Saiyan's pride was not something to be taken lightly.

As the soldier stepped through the front doors of the HQ he once again straightened out the several sheets of paper he was holding, each one filled with information regarding a large-scale mission he'd been put in charge of. It wasn't anything of great importance, but there were many low-ranked warriors involved that Porogath was responsible for. While the mission itself wasn't very difficult, the aftermath was what made him impatient; he had to fill out a mission report form describing what went on during the operation. While Porogath was glad that the Earth had evolved in such a way that Saiyans were dominant over the humans, he could definitely do without the annoying organization that made up the Saiyan Empire.

Porogath walked along the cool tile flooring with a hopeful sigh, knowing that this would all soon be over. Once he turned in those pesky papers, he would likely go and grab a drink at Club Napz, or spar with one of his comrades. "I'm here to turn in my mission report." he spoke up to the secretary sitting at the front desk, a middle-aged Saiyan woman who nodded plainly at his prompt. She took his papers and verified his name before stamping a red seal of approval on the top page. She stapled the corners together and set the bundle of pages onto a rack behind her, where they would later be filed for future reference. All that was left was for Porogath to be dismissed. He hoped no complications would occur for the secretary, as is often the case.

[Haku]

A small hand, as if from thin air, presses against the table in a passive aggressive slam. How many times Haku had had to write mission reports was tiring just thinking about it. The boy, as always, was slightly annoyed and perturbed by the mundane missions he had been receiving and was now taking it out on the desk and indirectly at the person at the other end of it. His gaze was elsewhere though; his half-open half-interested eyes scrutinized the tall saiyan standing next to him. Haku would stand there for what seemed like a full minute observing the man, as if trying to decipher where he had seen the guy before.

The entire time, he had not paid a single glance to the woman at the other end of the counter, his eyes were fixed on the saiyan warrior; a condescending stare which would quickly get annoying -or leave the victim in doubt. He could, however, feel the page slipping from his fingers and hear the sound of the paper rustling in the woman's hands. Certainly should would find herself troubled by the single line inscribed on it: "I dealt with it..." it said.

Paperwork, it was truly one of the most pointless things Haku has ever witnessed. Whenever he made the attempt of writing one, he failed to extract any relevant information they could possibly need other than, 'I dealt with it.' because that was truly what they needed to know. How would a narrative of his actions and the occurrences in the mission be of any significant importance? The fact of the matter: there was a mission, Haku accepted, it was successful. Heh! Suddenly ,the boy offered a cocksure grin at the saiyan after promptly turning away and walking towards the exit. The woman would stutter in her words at the attempt to say there was something wrong with the report, but her timid bearing outweighed her actions and remained silenced. She sighed, stamped the red seal of approval and added it to the rack behind her.

[Porogath Baraba]

Porogath blinked when he heard something slam onto the table beside him. At first he'd suspected yet another large, impatient Saiyan that was way over his head, but when he turned to examine who'd made the noise, he was surprised to find a young boy, who had to have been no older than nine or ten years old. The lad had a funky hair cut and was wearing standard issue Saiyan armor, which led Porogath to believe that the boy was actually a soldier. It took him a short moment to realize that the boy was actually looking back up at him with eyes of interest and examination. It was fairly obvious that the boy was attempting to discern just who the Elite was, and Porogath didn't really mind that. Still, it was a little awkward. Porogath's eyes then caught what the boy was holding, a mission report, just like the one Master Sergeant Baraba was handing in. This confirmed Porogath's theory; the boy was, in fact, a soldier. He wondered what rank the boy was, figuring that he was nothing too high. Unless the boy had a highly matured sense of responsibility, he couldn't be much more than your run of the mill warrior.

After his own mission report was approved, Porogath didn't pay much attention to the young boy, only that his own report was surprisingly blank, and that the punk's stare was getting increasingly bothersome. There was only a sentence or so written on it, and even though he could't tell what it said, Porogath knew it wouldn't be enough. The boy then took off towards the front door before the secretary confirmed Porogath's suspicions. The report wasn't completed, and though she accepted it anyways, Porogath didn't want any files to be left half-finished (or two percent finished, in this case). He offered a farewell to the woman before turning and briskly following the boy out the front of the building, soon tapping the boy on the shoulder from behind.

"Excuse me." Porogath said, wanting to get the boy's attention. He chose to conduct himself with a certain level of respect when dealing with official matters, and refrained from dropping any insulting or condescending comments whenever he wasn't speaking with a human. "Master Sergeant Porogath Baraba of the Saiyan Empire." he said, briefly introducing himself in a formal manner, hoping to communicate to the boy just how important Porogath's rank was. While it wasn't the most impressive title out there, it was certainly one that demanded respect from the common soldier. "I think that mission report you handed in was a bit... Scarce. Would you mind rewriting it to make things run smoother in Administration?" he asked politely. Though his face didn't seem like the kindest one around, he prided himself on a decent composure whenever he was around the Saiyan HQ. It was this refined attitude that got him to the rank he was, and he had every intention on continuing to treat subordinates with respect.

[Haku]

The boy was oblivious to the counter woman's callings, though he didn't care either. His mind was deep in thought. It wasn't even half a day and he was done with his mission; what would he do for the rest of it? As a soldier, he was paid handsomely, so perhaps he could pig-out at the local restaurant -otherwise, he could pick out another mission, take a walk around town or just go home and sleep. He sighed, realizing there wasn't much to do in his life except take on quests like a hound dog, but the boy didn't do them because he was forced to -he enjoyed most of his missions as long as it meant he could fight or step over some worthless human.

Suddenly, a hand tapped over his shoulder. Huh? Haku turned, gazing with a hint of annoyance at the perturbing hand and followed it up to meet with the saiyan from earlier. His face was stern and serious with short hair and he wore a black jumpsuit under a pad-less chest-plate, white gloves and yellow-tipped boots. It was formal saiyan attire, although Haku's was a bit more traditional. His jumpsuit was a lot shorter, almost unperceivable under his padded white armor; unlike the modern version, not only were Haku's shoulders protected, but so were his pelvis and thighs by the protruding brown plates. They were removed in latest armor attire, accused of hindering movement, while Hakusai found them to be quite flexible and manageable.

"I know who you are," he stated bluntly, unimpressed by the unnecessary introduction, as if a title would have changed anything. Haku's interest in their little conversation went on a nose-dive whence he learned of the subject. The last thing he needed was some meddlesome saiyan on a high horse pestering him about some worthless report. He dealt with it! What was the problem? Wasn't that what they wanted, to have some dog do the dirty work for them? He glanced behind the tall figure, just about a foot or two shorter. The nervous wreck of a saiyan woman hid behind the comfort of her desk, skimming through a beat down computer they had salvaged in a mission.

Haku smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, "I wrote everything there was to say, I don't see how I could possibly add anything more relevant to my mission than what I have written." with that, the boy dismissed him and turned away to keep going with the rest of his extremely dull day.

[Porogath Baraba]

Of course, Porogath's respectful and composed attitude just HAD to be met by a stubborn little brat who seemed too lazy and arrogant to write anything more on his report than the bare minimum. Porogath's face hadn't been particularly stern up until now, but as the young man talked back belligerently, the Elite's eye brows lowered in an irritated manner, showing that his patience was running thinner. "And what about any resistance you met? How organized the enemy was, the number of humans in the area? The HQ needs to know these things." Porogath explained, hoping to make something of a lesson out of this short explanation. The whole reason HQ issued missions in the first place was to make sure any significant gatherings of humans were dealt with, and the primary way the Saiyan Empire was aware of such activity was through mission reports and debriefings. Obviously, it was important for each soldier to explicitly communicate exactly what they witness during each mission so that all information it concise and reliable. For all Administration knew, "I dealt with it" might mean a whole number of things.

"As your superior, I order you to rewrite your mission report and continue to make future reports more informative. Am I clear?" he said to the boy, knowing that in the presence of other high-ranking Saiyans, the little brat really didn't have much of a choice. The two were within earshot of several soldiers, some of which held a similar rank to Porogath, and others who were ranked much higher. If the punk decided to persist in his disobedience, disciplinary action was a definite possibility. Of course, that's considering Porogath was able to handle his own temper for long enough. If his pride got the best of him, he wouldn't hesitate to simply challenge Haku to a fight. He was quite sure the boy was somewhat weaker than him, so it wouldn't be much of a problem. Then again, fighting somewhat much weaker than Porogath was rather distasteful.

[Haku]

Derp, I'm pretty sure I'm partly at fault for Porogath leaving. xP Since he is no longer RPing here I would like to scrap this thread.