~Yoshimitsu~'s page

Yoshimitsu rubs his neck and leans back(even though he is incased in hardened chitin). "If I were distrustful and paranoid I would assume this is actually a scheme for them to test their new experiment against a group of real pilots but of course they would never do such a horrible thing and this is all coincidence, HA HA HA! He straightens up and looks off thinking to himself The scout is probably dead. Odd how this began as a rescue and now it is completely different mission.

Yoshimitsu stands up slowly from his morning meditation and walks to his armor stand. He begins the process of donning his carapace armor fashioned into traditionally styled plates. With his Helm in place his hardsuit makes him look more like some kind of insectoid creature. For his weapons he takes his charged okatana and energy cannon which he slings on his back all of which was manufactured by his sponsor Corp of the Manji clan, Kurita tech Inc which the clan have protected for generations. Now was the time to prove that the clan still deserved their support. He walks to the tram and grabs one of the hanging handhold his other hand gripping his sheathed sword. "FINALLY THE HUNT BEGINS!"

"It is a fine name as long as I do not have to dance." He comments looking through his optics and interfacing with the mech hangar to begin powering up and system checking his suit.

"We should find the Freelance scout. I hope they have not been eviscerated by a Great Macco. It is the only mission that seems most urgent with death." Yoshimitsu continues emptying his room of unnecessary clutter like..chairs and tables pushing them down the hallway which reverberates with floor scraping.

"Because there's nowhere else to go..." he mumbles, then catches himself. "That is...nowhere else that calls to me like this place does! Like you, I have been trained in the noble art of the HUNTER suit from a young age. Using those skills in friendly spars and showy duels was all well and good, but such things don't concern me anymore. Suffice it to say, though my life isn't on the line the way yours is, I still feel like...this is where I need to be."

Yoshimitsu reaches out and grasps Regis's wrist and vibrates his arm enthusiastically, "YES! Only on the edge between life and death do we learn what's truly at stake, the value of existence. In one shining moment we will learn who we truly are."

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Finally reaching his quartershe finds his few things. A tatami mat, a portable shrine for the ancestors with the figure of a demonic looking creature holding swords and a state of the art gaming rig which he sets up on a screen. He actually takes the time to push his unused bed to another storage section of the barracks while passing by the others overhearing their discussion,

"Ah we plan our tactics. I am skilled in unseen infiltration and stalking as well as close combat. The Yoshimitsu also is specialized in pursuing DRAGONS if they take flight."

"Well! You're certainly jumping into this with full gusto. Been looking forward to becoming a hunter for a while, I take it?"

"I have trained my whole life for the right to be Hunter amongst my clan. To follow in the footsteps of my immortal ancestors is the highest honor for us. Failure is unacceptable. If my actions bring dishonor to my family name I will be killed and made an example to the others. Why are you here?"

He rattles off as if memorized in a cold matter-o-fact manner. He looks down and then takes out a small jade rectangular Hanko stamp hammering it down on the documents.

Yoshimitsu nods enthusiastically, the hardened leather of his shikoro armor pauldrons creaking. "It is the way of the shinobi to severe one's ties to become one with void and death" He told himself remembering the teachings once more.

Suddenly Yoshimitsu's brow furrowed as he translated the words and he barked, "I am no thief! We are here for the great honor of the hunt! Not for scraps and leftovers! By my word of honor I swear to serve the GUILD unto death!" punching his fist forward.

This was why his psychological profile was both promising and concerning to the reviewers. Traditional fanaticism was like a powder keg waiting to explode in any corporate venture but it was a very reliable powder keg in that it reliably exploded.

Yoshimitsu sat and helped himself to large haunch of aptonath meat, biting and growling as he stripped the meat from the oversized portion. He paused intermittently to listen to the two's conversation.

Hadn't his clan assassinated someone in the Arnstein's ages ago? He had trouble remembering the long list of their clan's history scrolls. That was for old men. For now he would remain quiet. As his Ninjutsu teacher taught him, "The quieter you are the more you hear."

Yoshimitsu entered the administration building sporting the ancient regalia of his family's clan. He had finally earned the right after many succession duels till finally the elders had declared him first hunter of his clan and was given the honor of bearing their ancestral sword and title. However to outsiders this display attracted more laughter and confusion than awe.

"Yoshi!" he cried standing in the center of the admin building raising his arms up to the sky, celebrating. Making his way to the counter he presented his credentials. While his psychological and credit reports were questionable his sponsorship went back generations. His clan knew people and things they shouldn't and could pull strings or cut them if they so chose. Additionally the Manji clan had served many wealthy organizations in clandestine operations throughout history and they were willing to push them through the administration if needed which Yoshimitsu certainly needed.