08-09-2017, 05:36 PM
San Yi had been in a sour mood ever since he had first heard that Might had died fighting an unknown Imperial Prime. He itched to avenge his... if not subordinate, his brawling buddy, which was almost as good. But that said, "Imperial Prime with blue eyes and black hair" wasn't actually all that descriptive.
He had visited the abandoned street where the two of them fought, and simply stood in awe at the destruction. Buildings destroyed, craters deeper than a foot dug into the ground. Scorched spaces and ripped-up walls. He found the imprint of Might's body forced into concrete, and saw evidence that Might had kept going for quite a while after that.
The superhero had been holding back, San Yi realized. None of the orcs who died in their raid had been ones who had been taken down by Might. Might never left corpses in his wake, except the innocent victims he was fighting to avenge. But this...
Might had been trying to kill this Imperial Prime, whoever he was. What had this bastard done, that was worth Might breaking his no-killing rule? Either that, or perhaps he was just so powerful that Might could go all-out without fearing that his opponent would die in the process. Whatever it was, it wasn't an opponent San Yi thought it would be smart to fight.
When he returned to his base, he threw himself into his work, trying to distract himself from the frustration. The rebuilding of the Mantis dojo was in progress, but the streets were in chaos more than ever. The Westside alliance, the maniacs, had declared open war against the Empire. Ding Wu, in particular, had been hit hard. His Flip habit was hard to indulge when the Hufflepunks had vanished from their usual plots. Beside that, Ding had been on good terms with the Westside, and was genuinely saddened by the death of Princess Hellstab. San Yi could sympathize, at the very least. It wasn't like he had anything against the Deathblades in particular, and it was a sad thing in general, the death of a child.
But the bounty was going too far in his opinion. 100 OM to every Imperial Prime? It would bleed the coffers of the Westside dry, and it made the cops mad. It made the Empire mad, and that was bad for everyone.
San Yi looked over an expansive map of the massive Tier Five. A pin, with the Flower painted on it, had been poked into each dojo in the city.
They had almost every gym, dojo, school, and training center in Tier Five under their control. The few the didn't still had their protection and symbol, at the very least, even if they didn't keep safehouses for members, and didn't hide drugs for them.
There was only one that didn't.
It was a martial arts school in the heart of the Westside's territory, the first point against it. The second point was that what it taught wasn't an art that had ever been taught on Earth- although there were rumors that this particular school also taught Tai-Chi briefly. The Floating Lotus Posse didn't discriminate, exactly, they allowed non-human members, and even fought to the death for their sake- their vengeance for Master Mantis was proof of it. But on the whole, the members were mostly human and mostly Asian. The regulars at this dojo- well, they weren't.
The Mighty Bat'leth Dojo. It was a hotspot for Klingons all over the Westside. They trained in the art of dueling with the savage-looking blades, and also served as training camps for the Mighty Westside Klingons.
Koloth the Mighty and his Mighty Westside Klingons were known throughout Tier Five as people to stay away from. They were mostly legitimate, not pushing drugs, no kidnapping, no sponsored prostitutes- but then again, Klingon prostitutes tended not to be popular with non-klingons. It wasn't that Klingons were unattractive, it more had to do with the fact that you had to pay triple for the "No Permanent Scars Guarantee".
What the Mighty Westside Klingons were was not your typical gang. They were closer to Yakuza, community planners and protectors; offering bodyguard service, bounty hunting, and mercenary work. They acted very much like the Lotus, working hard to guarantee the safety of the neighborhoods around their headquarters. They had an ethic that San Yi respected. It was such a shame they tied themselves to the Westside and their loose cannon leadership.
In truth, San Yi had given up on recruiting the Bat'leth Dojo long ago. It didn't fit the Lotus aesthetic, and seemed too much trouble for its worth. But after causing that mess with Skullcleaner's Southsyd Ork Warryorz he had been counting on All Might's support. The Orc Mafia would likely be putting the Floating Lotus Posse on their shit-list soon, and San Yi had been okay with that, with Might as his Ace-in-the-hole. But now that the Prime was gone and might not be coming back for a while, San Yi was feeling less confident. They needed more people. A lot more people, and not just rookies, dangerous, strong, disciplined fighters. People who would do well by the Lotus name.
People like the Mighty Klingons.
Luci had cowed them into joining, hadn't she? It was practically legend, on the streets nowadays. "Westside: Join or Die" could have been the gang's motto. And she had numbers, and weapons, and equipment, and she herself was a slippery bitch. He could understand how she had pressured them into joining. But the Floating Lotus Posse was more Koloth's style, weren't they? San Yi hoped, from one master of martial arts and as fellow men trying to uphold honor on these streets, that the Klingon might be open to their deal. And it wasn't as if the Mighty Klingons had a probelm with fighting orcs. Koloth had been at war with the orc mafia since before he joined the Westside.
San Yi pulled a Lotus pin, and stuck it into the map, right above the Bat'leth Dojo.
"Oh, Ding Wu?" San Yi called.
"Yeah boss?" the Chinese time manipulator asked, entering San Yi's office.
"How about you and I go pay the Mighty Klingons a visit?"
"You think they might have any Flip?" Ding asked, very interested.
"They might." San Yi said in reply, "Are you ready for a fight?"
"Sure, boss." Ding Wu said with a smile, "How many men we bring with?"
"None. Just us... but be sure to give Akane a call, and tell her to send one of her watchmen our way, just in case we need reinforcements."
"Will do." Ding Wu made to leave the room, but he stopped just outside the doorway, "Uh boss?"
"Yes?"
"Bat'leth is martial arts, right?"
"We'll see." San Yi said cryptically.
"Um. Alright then."
He had visited the abandoned street where the two of them fought, and simply stood in awe at the destruction. Buildings destroyed, craters deeper than a foot dug into the ground. Scorched spaces and ripped-up walls. He found the imprint of Might's body forced into concrete, and saw evidence that Might had kept going for quite a while after that.
The superhero had been holding back, San Yi realized. None of the orcs who died in their raid had been ones who had been taken down by Might. Might never left corpses in his wake, except the innocent victims he was fighting to avenge. But this...
Might had been trying to kill this Imperial Prime, whoever he was. What had this bastard done, that was worth Might breaking his no-killing rule? Either that, or perhaps he was just so powerful that Might could go all-out without fearing that his opponent would die in the process. Whatever it was, it wasn't an opponent San Yi thought it would be smart to fight.
When he returned to his base, he threw himself into his work, trying to distract himself from the frustration. The rebuilding of the Mantis dojo was in progress, but the streets were in chaos more than ever. The Westside alliance, the maniacs, had declared open war against the Empire. Ding Wu, in particular, had been hit hard. His Flip habit was hard to indulge when the Hufflepunks had vanished from their usual plots. Beside that, Ding had been on good terms with the Westside, and was genuinely saddened by the death of Princess Hellstab. San Yi could sympathize, at the very least. It wasn't like he had anything against the Deathblades in particular, and it was a sad thing in general, the death of a child.
But the bounty was going too far in his opinion. 100 OM to every Imperial Prime? It would bleed the coffers of the Westside dry, and it made the cops mad. It made the Empire mad, and that was bad for everyone.
San Yi looked over an expansive map of the massive Tier Five. A pin, with the Flower painted on it, had been poked into each dojo in the city.
They had almost every gym, dojo, school, and training center in Tier Five under their control. The few the didn't still had their protection and symbol, at the very least, even if they didn't keep safehouses for members, and didn't hide drugs for them.
There was only one that didn't.
It was a martial arts school in the heart of the Westside's territory, the first point against it. The second point was that what it taught wasn't an art that had ever been taught on Earth- although there were rumors that this particular school also taught Tai-Chi briefly. The Floating Lotus Posse didn't discriminate, exactly, they allowed non-human members, and even fought to the death for their sake- their vengeance for Master Mantis was proof of it. But on the whole, the members were mostly human and mostly Asian. The regulars at this dojo- well, they weren't.
The Mighty Bat'leth Dojo. It was a hotspot for Klingons all over the Westside. They trained in the art of dueling with the savage-looking blades, and also served as training camps for the Mighty Westside Klingons.
Koloth the Mighty and his Mighty Westside Klingons were known throughout Tier Five as people to stay away from. They were mostly legitimate, not pushing drugs, no kidnapping, no sponsored prostitutes- but then again, Klingon prostitutes tended not to be popular with non-klingons. It wasn't that Klingons were unattractive, it more had to do with the fact that you had to pay triple for the "No Permanent Scars Guarantee".
What the Mighty Westside Klingons were was not your typical gang. They were closer to Yakuza, community planners and protectors; offering bodyguard service, bounty hunting, and mercenary work. They acted very much like the Lotus, working hard to guarantee the safety of the neighborhoods around their headquarters. They had an ethic that San Yi respected. It was such a shame they tied themselves to the Westside and their loose cannon leadership.
In truth, San Yi had given up on recruiting the Bat'leth Dojo long ago. It didn't fit the Lotus aesthetic, and seemed too much trouble for its worth. But after causing that mess with Skullcleaner's Southsyd Ork Warryorz he had been counting on All Might's support. The Orc Mafia would likely be putting the Floating Lotus Posse on their shit-list soon, and San Yi had been okay with that, with Might as his Ace-in-the-hole. But now that the Prime was gone and might not be coming back for a while, San Yi was feeling less confident. They needed more people. A lot more people, and not just rookies, dangerous, strong, disciplined fighters. People who would do well by the Lotus name.
People like the Mighty Klingons.
Luci had cowed them into joining, hadn't she? It was practically legend, on the streets nowadays. "Westside: Join or Die" could have been the gang's motto. And she had numbers, and weapons, and equipment, and she herself was a slippery bitch. He could understand how she had pressured them into joining. But the Floating Lotus Posse was more Koloth's style, weren't they? San Yi hoped, from one master of martial arts and as fellow men trying to uphold honor on these streets, that the Klingon might be open to their deal. And it wasn't as if the Mighty Klingons had a probelm with fighting orcs. Koloth had been at war with the orc mafia since before he joined the Westside.
San Yi pulled a Lotus pin, and stuck it into the map, right above the Bat'leth Dojo.
"Oh, Ding Wu?" San Yi called.
"Yeah boss?" the Chinese time manipulator asked, entering San Yi's office.
"How about you and I go pay the Mighty Klingons a visit?"
"You think they might have any Flip?" Ding asked, very interested.
"They might." San Yi said in reply, "Are you ready for a fight?"
"Sure, boss." Ding Wu said with a smile, "How many men we bring with?"
"None. Just us... but be sure to give Akane a call, and tell her to send one of her watchmen our way, just in case we need reinforcements."
"Will do." Ding Wu made to leave the room, but he stopped just outside the doorway, "Uh boss?"
"Yes?"
"Bat'leth is martial arts, right?"
"We'll see." San Yi said cryptically.
"Um. Alright then."