ISLET

[Konja of Clan Korm]

ISLET

ISLET is the paramilitary arm of the Tuffle Science Executive. Selected from elite members of the now-defunct Tuffle Kingdom's military, the Tuffle Armed Services, the organisation that would become ISLET began as security units for the various Tuffle colonies and laboratories built on other planets during the Saiyan-Tuffle War. At the end of the war, the TAS officially created the Initiative for the Security of the Latest Enterprise of Tuffles, and assigned them to protect the surviving Tuffles as a division of the post-war government, CONTINENT.

It wasn’t long before a freak accident during a Fold Intrusion experiment destroyed the TSE-controlled planet Aspic, hurling large chunks of the planet - and pieces of its vast bunker network - through the Fold. They ended up stranded on Planet Earth. After discovering the presence of Saiyans on the planet - primarily from Pickles that escaped their prisons and set up communities, then later, those brought to Earth by Vegeta's wish - Dr. Aspic reorganised his ISLET Division from a mere security detail into a full-blown paramilitary force. Their new primary objective was simple: eradication of the Saiyans on Earth. As the centuries passed, the meaning of this acronym evolved into the Imperative Sanctioned by the Last Enclave of Tuffles.

ISLET is backed by the TSE's advanced superscience, although large segments of their database were lost to the destruction of Planet Aspic. The past 800 years have been spent attempting to recover the lost fragments of their tech base, either by rediscovering them, or locating and scavenging data from lost bunkers that physically survived the experiment, but lost all their personnel.

At present, it employs all sorts of advanced military hardware and hosts an extremely diversified arsenal of futuristic weapons, from rotary plasma cannons, to gauss assault rifles, to tactical nuclear warheads. Standard issue protective gear consists of the various grades of the TAS's Pomegranate Series of Power Armour suits, which by far, exceed the performance of Earth-based designs.

Personnel are either cloned from the mental and genetic templates of top Tuffle servicemen from the time of the war, or are recruited from extant generations of Tuffle youth. The former, due to their firsthand experience with Saiyans, and previous lifetimes, tend to receive higher ranks that reflect their past lives. These elites receive extensive genetic augmentation to allow them to become significant threats to Saiyans, and by extension, martial artists.

Some ISLET personnel may also infiltrate the human population as spies, although because of their military backgrounds, they tend to do so through some armed profession or another.

ISLET ultimately answers to the TSE's head, Dr. Aspic, through the top officers in its chain of command. Their headquarters, Command Centre ISLET, is a top secret underwater fortress concealed at the bottom of one of the world's deepest trenches. Multiple layers of advanced concealment technology prevents accidental discovery by deep-sea probes and water-capable sapient races, and an extensive external security system is in place to defend against direct assault.




Name: Colonel Attis Weetsop
Age: Biologically 20+, Mentally approaching 400
Race: Genetically Modified Tuffle Clone
Eye Color: Red and Blue
Hair Color: Silver
Height: 5’2”
Distinctive Features:
Genetically modified red/blue eyes. Really big hat. Long silver hair.
Occupation: ISLET Commander, Saiyan Hunter
Faction: ISLET
Residence: Command Centre ISLET, somewhere beneath the ocean
Biography: Service Number TAC-18773257. The decorated commanding officer of the Tuffle Armed Services’ 212th Special Operations Battalion, under the 21st Special Operations Division. During the Saiyan-Tuffle War, she led her unit on missions deep within Saiyan territory, harassing supply lines, ambushing troops in transit, and assassinating elites, often with little to no support from the rest of the Armed Services.

For her performance, she became one of the most highly decorated officers in the TAS. With the establishment of the offworld colonies, she was selected by Dr. Aspic to serve as Chief of Security on the forest moon Ramune. It was here where she developed an antagonistic relationship with the Saiyan test subject SSFO-43, aka Konja of Clan Korm.

The latter was eventually shipped to Installation 03 on Planet Aspic, while the former went back to fighting the war, earning more experience, and with it, a sadistic taste for Saiyan blood. On the eve of the Plantian Full Moon, she took charge of securing the launch site of the evacuation fleet, holding back a riotous mass of people who were left behind by the last flight of commercial spacecraft.

With the fleet’s departure, she and her battalion followed in its wake. Weetsop was the last Tuffle to leave Planet Plant. She continued to serve directly under Dr. Aspic, and survived the experiment that stranded Planet Aspic’s inhabitants on Earth. She has since spent nearly five whole lifetimes hunting down escaped Pickle subjects and later on, colonists who were brought to earth by Vegeta’s wish on the Dragonballs.

Throughout her continued service, Colonel Weetsop has been “reincarnated” by cloning four times, and has received a vast number of genetic augmentations, granting her highly potent psionic capabilities. So far, these deaths have all been natural.

Today, she is ISLET’s most elite Saiyan Hunter, heading the 137th Special Warfare Battalion, which specialises in hunting down escaped Pickles and undermining the established Saiyan population. While the idea of a Saiyan being anybody's prey might sound bizarre, Weetsop instinctively stalks her targets with the precision of a seasoned predator.

Personality: Colonel Weetsop is generally stoic. Cold, calculating, and whenever things are going her way, particularly condescending to her foes. To acquaintances, she can be amicable, at least as amicable as a stoic person can get. There's a reason she keeps her mouth behind a very tall collar. Nevertheless, underneath this surface is a hunter's burning passion. She lives and breaths the hunt, spending every waking moment either hunting, or preparing to hunt.

There is nothing she enjoys quite like being on the hunt for a Saiyan, whether a freshly escaped pickle, or a straggler from some community. An opportunity to cause trouble. During such times, though she tries to hide her glee, it tends to slip out as her stoicism occasionally gives way to chuckles. She will tend to play with her prey before either abducting or killing them, depending on the mission profile. From mind games to taunting, to plain condescension, she will take the time to break a Saiyan's will, one way or the other.

Relatives: N/A
Immortal: Y
Controllable by Other Players: Y
Be made into an OC: Y




Name: Colonel Armen Pricota
Age: Biologically 12, Mentally 50+
Race: Genetically Modified Tuffle Clone
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 4’3”
Distinctive Features:
Duck lips, "frog face"... Tendency to use various bodies as disguises
Occupation: ISLET Commander, High-Level Infiltrator, Tech Scavenger
Faction: ISLET
Residence: Command Centre ISLET, somewhere beneath the ocean
Biography: An elite commanding officer who served in the Tuffle Armed Services' 51st Techwarfare Division, Colonel Pricota served a distinctive career. Somewhere between scientist and soldier, she was involved in pushing the envelope with experimental technologies, and never fought with standard issue equipment. From drone swarms to irregular custom-built power armour suits, her career consisted of inventing something, testing it in the field, and then either tweaking it for mass production, or scrapping it for a better idea.

During the Saiyan-Tuffle War, she was involved in many of the various weapons tests overseen by the Tuffle King's Chief Advisor, Dr. Lychee. As the years wore on and the Tuffles began to set their sights on offworld escape, Pricota drew the short straw, and was only allowed to survive in the sense of donating a copy of her genes to the Master Index, and equipping a NeuroJumper, a device that would transmit a perfect recording of her consciousness to the Master Index at the time of her death.

She served as one of the officers in command of the remnants of the TAS, and died on the Night of the Full Moon while putting up a fierce last stand at the Tuffle Capital, Compote City. As promised, her recorded consciousness was transmitted to the Master Index, which stored it for future use.

Colonel Pricota was cloned 12 years ago in Command Centre ISLET. In addition to her memories and experience, she was trained in infiltration and psychological tactics. Her genes have been modified with those of a race of aliens capable of swapping bodies. Combined with her collection of bioprinted "undercover" bodies from various local races, and her meticulous tendency to research local cultures, she is essentially a master of disguise.

In the years since, she has served as the head of the 291st Reacquisition Wing, a deep cover unit that covertly scours the world for hints and clues about their lost bunkers. Her subordinates are all capable of disguising themselves, albeit their methods of doing so are extremely varied. In addition to their primary objective, elements of the 291st are occasionally sent to perform deep cover infiltrations of various world powers, as a means of supplementing the TSE’s Intelligence Division.

Personality: Colonel Pricota is something of a maniacal manipulator. Her favourite activity is using persuasive psychology and maximising the use of her current disguise, in order to get others to do her bidding. This also feeds in to her hands-off personality. Given her superior intellect, and her awareness of this, she finds it far more fulfilling to get someone else to do what she wants, rather than do it herself. After all, if she did everything herself, it would be too simple. Too... boring.

Understandably, her disappointment becomes palpable whenever her intended target doesn't do what she wants, but she doesn't let that get to her. After all, there's a sucker born every minute, and there's over a thousand minutes in a day. Once a job is done, and she's home, Pricota does not hesitate to regale her subordinates with tales of her masterful manipulation of a pawn into giving up information regarding the whereabouts of a suspected bunker. Indeed, she encourages her unit to be just as talkative about their results, claiming that they can learn from each other that way. Some suspect she only does this so that she can laugh at the occasional super amusing anecdote.

When the Colonel is in a bad mood, however, she can get bitingly sarcastic. While she is an exemplary actress and roleplayer, that one part of her does tend to bleed out when a prospective pawn proves to be very stubborn. In which case, she must remember to excuse herself if things go south for the current scheme. At which point she will instead deploy a swarm of drones to find the bunker the old fashioned way.

Relatives: N/A
Immortal: Y
Controllable by Other Players: Y
Be made into an OC: Y


Created by:
Konja of Clan Korm

[Maxine]

Name: Doctor Daiqiri Delrouval
Age: Biologically 25+, Mentally 60+
Race: Genetically Modified Tuffle Clone
Eye Color: Magenta
Hair Color: Blue
Height: 5’7”
Distinctive Features: Messy blue ponytail, eclectic mix of thrown together military and laboratory safety gear, tendency to smile unsettlingly while giving bad news, and a complete disregard for dress codes
Prospective Face-Claim: K11 (Girls Frontline)
Occupation: Detainee, military scientist, occasional captain or intel officer
Faction: ISLET, Azure Dragoons
Residence: Technically, a small padded cell; but usually ends up living in the nearest laboratory instead. Typically works on site with the Azure Dragoons, but is kept out of harms’ way on operations and hence is rarely as mobile as the main unit.
Biography: Originally an intelligence staff member lent to the 212th Special Battalion, Daiquiri was only early in her military career during the Saiyan-Tuffle War – she served appropriately, but was not considered a stand-out amongst her peers in science or advisory roles at the time. However, she had the misfortune of being one of the many stranded on Earth following the incident on Planet Aspic, as she was a lab assistant at the time. Pinned with part of the blame for what happened by many of her peers, she was subject to constant scrutiny that continues to this day. However, the change of scenery and mix-up of hierarchy didn’t throw her into disarray like others – instead, it was under this intense pressure that her potential finally shone through.

With so little of their technology and network to work with, science was finally a race again – and Daiquiri flourished in this environment. Working through consecutive sleepless nights, she tore apart the mechanisms of ISLET’s equipment and gradually worked towards retrofitting anything she could; from the much beloved medical nanomachine network to the considerably less beloved 'puree' system. With the temptation of having her own work end up on the field rather than being just a cog in ISLET’s research hierarchy, she became an extremely diligent worker – as well as a rather manic and unstable one.

While she spent many years as such a researcher, she pushed hard for the motion to infiltrate the native population, and was swift to volunteer as support for the mission. While ISLET Command was wise enough to not put her on the front line immediately, she was eventually involved in the Golden Gate infiltration mission. She served as an elite – in no small part thanks to her hometuned gear and ear for intel – but, that came with its own problems. During the organisation’s splintering, she joined an opposing side to many of her ISLET comrades; hedging her bets with the more aggressive of the newfound commandants. This immediately made her a liability in the eyes of her real superiors. The warning signs had always been there, but the once reserved and quiet research assistant was now taking matters of ISLET’s future into her own two hands.

Unfortunately, Daiqiri chose the worst pick of the bunch – Brigadier Bronze turned out to be the one behind the assassination that led to Golden Gate’s splintering, and when her ISLET ally and co-conspirator Emargine Cerola figured out the truth… Daiqiri had her back to the wall, facing the exact same guns she’d once helped design. Though unbeknownst to her, there had been plenty of bickering over her fate – some of her superiors were sure she was a danger to the cause, so perhaps it was time for her next clone to be – refreshed, so to speak. In the end, she was kept alive for her skills; but was stripped of her rank and shoved in a detainment cell by the newfound Azure Dragoons; humiliated and frustrated.

But, her poor treatment did not last long. War criminal she might be, but she was an asset. Firstly, her detainment had greatly supported the Dragoons’ cover story – and secondly, having a weapons specialist at their beck and call who was entirely off the books was… very convenient. And so Daiqiri found her second renaissance in a padded cell. The Dragoons had no lack of native weapons, and ISLET was always keen on updates or new advancements, and – as she barely existed to anyone outside the organisation, and some within it… she got to play with anything she wanted.

And so, Doctor Delrouval became the bizarre war criminal-come-R&D specialist. She is still treated with caution by ISLET, but her work for the organisation cannot be ignored any more – conveniently, though, those in the Dragoons are quite welcome to loath her, and usually do so eagerly. Often derided as the Dragoons’ ‘lab rat’ for her circumstances, she is quite content with her job, though she’d rather not be working with the Colonel who threw her in this mess in the first place. Unbelievably, in recent times she has occasionally acted as an intelligence advisor once again and even a captain when the situation calls for it – having an ISLET member with such deep cover often makes her the most convenient pick.

Personality: Once upon a time, the good Doctor was a quiet and reserved lady, who worked behind the scenes as a mere intel analyst and occasional lab assistant. Those days are long gone – now, she is possessed with manic energy; intensely focussed on pushing her latest project out the door. She loves her work, and her specialty products’ performance on the battlefield are something to admired. Her eccentric nature has led to her focus and field of study bouncing around wildly, but it has also meant she has become talented at retrofitting ISLET’s advanced technology to match the resources of Earth instead; as well as taking on many complicated or novel projects that cover several fields rather than just one. But, personally, she prefers whatever she makes to explode violently. It’s just more fun to make that sort of thing.

Despite her love of her work – or perhaps, because of it – she has an immense distaste for any distractions, especially if they involve other people. She’ll tolerate assistants, but she has lost any patience for most of her superiors; and now utterly loathes the veil of secrecy surrounding ISLET. Referring to natives of Earth as her allies aggravates her, and having to play nice with all kinds of clueless soldiers annoys her even more! Worst of all, though, is having to work alongside Colonel Cerola… and especially knowing that she has to play nice, lest her conditions get any worse. She is not ungrateful – but they just don’t get along. Delrouval has no patience for public relations or diplomacy; she solely wants results.

She should not be mistaken for being merely evil, though. Though she has little sympathy for her comrades, she appreciates useful staff and quite enjoys getting to talk about her work. Even better if she gets to gloat about it. And, while she is most known for her violent creations, there are just as many medical and support projects she has recreated or outright invented for the frontlines – she just prefers to talk about the explosive ones, personally. Her worst secret, though, is that she is scared of getting back in contact with space… for, there, she’ll just be another number again.

Relatives: Unknown
Immortal: N
Controllable by Other Players: Y
Be made into an OC: Y
Created by: Tulf
Appears In:
Recruitment Drive
Operation Bluesky


Name: Air Commodore Packham Bosc; AWACS Eight Heart
Age: ~30
Race: Pre-Earth Tuffle
Eye Color: Pale blue
Hair Color: Silver
Height: 5’9”
Distinctive Features: Military crewcut, manicured goatee, carefully ironed Azure Dragoon air force uniform, tendency to shout suddenly, and a long and overdramatic salute.
Prospective Face-Claim: N/A
Occupation: AWACS leader and radio officer
Faction: ISLET, Azure Dragoons
Residence: A salvaged ISLET airship, radically modified into a command-and-control AEW&C unit. Thanks to the wonders of a miniature fusion reactor alongside solar capacitors, it can stay in the air and on-call so long as the staff have rest and supplies. The vessel stays undercover using a new form of visual and ki camouflage to remain undetected outside of especially close range, and can travel between regions with ease thanks to its super-sonic tolerant armour and engines; but it lacks any weaponry in order to contain its electronics and self-sustaining generator.
Biography: A rare case of a Tuffle who had been missed by ISLET's early surveys before his bunker was opened by natives of Earth, Packham was only later recruited by the Azure Dragoons – he’d left the bunkers before getting any contact with ISLET, and had clearly lost all memory of the events of Plant Aspic, or perhaps never even had any in the first place. While originally kept at arm’s length, his sheer dedication to the cause earned him many promotions, as well as some attention from ISLET behind closed doors.

Later investigation found that his genetics most closely matched one of the Tuffles involved in the Saiyan-Tuffle war, but had undergone severe shellshock and was placed in stasis on Planet Aspic while higher-ups decided whether or not going through the 'puree' process to reconstitute him for duty would be appropriate. It seemed fate had made that decision for him, unfortunately, but this background earned him some sympathy from his previous superiors and peers who had also ended up on Earth.

Respected for his new commitment and his previous military record, Packham was taken off of field duty and given a minor command role – the risk of his repressed shellshock breaking through was considered quite high, so further work on the frontlines could not be recommended. While he was originally annoyed by the reassignment, he has since become quite happy with his role as AWACS; and while not exactly considered a friend, he is well-respected by his comrades and considered a very reliable and diligent member of staff.

Known by the callsign Eight Heart, he acts as the principle AWACS unit that the Azure Dragoons and ISLET rely on for coordinating aerial combat and supporting fire. Thanks to ISLET’s technology, he can offer direction and scanning capabilities so long as his vehicle is within the land’s airspace or even an adjacent one, and usually acts as a go-between for ground units and artillery or aerial units. He also is usually the one to organise cover-ups for ISLET’s air activites; duping governments’ IFF and air traffic control to sneak their aircraft through – though, the occasional story of UFO activity still does show up. Thanks to their deep cover, his services are not often required, but having such an eye in the sky is always very useful.

Personality: Despite his role usually demanding patience and a cool head, Packham is instead known for his fiery outbursts and utmost devotion to ISLET’s goals – and his utter hatred for Saiyans, in spite of having supposedly lost all such memories. However, he does not lose his temper in spite of his hatred and his perpetually raised voice, and is very talented at his role in leadership and coordination. He takes great pride in the support he offers to all ends of the globe, and especially relishes getting to call in the organisation’s big guns. He may not get to shoot Saiyan himself anymore, but getting to be the one to announce when howitzers fire on them is pretty cool too.

Relatives: Unknown
Immortal: N
Controllable by Other Players: Y
Be made into an OC: Y
Created by: Tulf