Wandering through the dense jungle to the beach encampment, Bass simply gently pushed the plants and foliage that obstructed his path. Almost jumping out of a skin as he heard a hiss and a snap of movement near his right foot he blew through a tree and stabilized himself mid-air using his newfound flight technique. It looked to be some kind of snake he'd nearly stepped on. Shuddering momentarily he'd stay clear of that, though in just a few more moments he would be met with the people that had set up this encampment.
Walking through the clearing after a smooth recovery, Bass looked at the people gathered and the people gathered looked at Bass. Actually having been armed with a single gun and some cutlasses, he raised a brow as he questioned if they would actually shoot at him or not. Though he'd rather not start a fight over some spooked people that'd just heard a tree crash behind him. Opening his mouth he spoke, "I'm not here to cause any trouble, sorry about the loud sound. Snake scared me a bit was all. I take it you noticed Gobble wasn't terrorizing people around here anymore?" He'd say, looking over towards the picked clean bone carcass of the would-be tyrant of a monster.
Looking back to the group one spoke, some of them sighing in relief and the main worries lowering their weapons. "Yes, something like that. We actually didn't know of any monster around here. We're from South City actually. We run the fish market there. Well, there's more than just us here. Actually, there's something if you could help us with, we'd greatly appreciate. The Fisherman's Association, basically the people we house and organize have all started going on strike. It's not really our fault, there's a lot of hearsay as to the source but rumour has it by the docks some of the corporations there have started putting rules in place to artificially limit fishing. That's all fine and all if they fish were endangered, but they're just doing that to the dockworkers so their corporate boys can get a fat paycheck with their own hauls. At least, that's the only working theory so far. Needless to say what that means for us is absolutely no income, because the fish markets are empty and we get a cut of the profits from there. So uh, help us if you can? This is kind of our last ditch effort. We need a haul of... a thousand fish for tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that..." The man said, running his hands through his hair. It really was quite a desperate situation.
Folding his arm the Namekian simply squinted and pondered. "Do you have the tools to at least transport the fish if we manage to get that many?" He'd ask, gesturing lightly around the camp. He'd get a quick response that was a little hopeful considering the ask for help hadn't been outright rejected. "Yes, we have some trucks a little in the jungle. Had to bring them to a stop once it started to get too dense but we can get a lumber crew in here to get a path set up while the rest of us are getting fish. Should be a route by the time we finish up here."
Nodding his head again, Bass started to slowly wander to the docks as most of the others dispersed, followed by this leader-guy. "So what do you have on hand? If you want to get a thousand fish surely you don't expect to do that with a handful of fishing rods? If someone gives me a net I may be able to work this out. It won't be easy, especially since I won't be able to see all that well where I'm goi-..." He stopped and pondered that point, raising a brow. "Actually, should be fine. If you have a net I need it, the biggest one you have."
"Uuuuuh, sure, okay? This is for industrial fishing though, we couldn't get something that big out here and I doubt you can handle it that well. You don't even really have the armspan to stretch it to it's full capacity." He'd say, wandering off and mumbling about Bass being crazy, most likely. Letting out a hmph and turning his attention towards the dock being built, Bass tugged on his tie and pulled off his shirt only to set them both in the sand. Making sure his belt was tight when the man rounded the corner again with the net he'd take the massive jumbled mess in his right hand. Then taking his left he'd grab another corner diagonally opposite and his arms would begin to extend.
Speechless, the guy literally just said, "Names Alamond, you got this handled. See you soon." Shocked to the core he just let Bass do his thing. A wise decision all things considered.
Looking towards the water as he approached, Bass dipped a foot in. It was chilly for sure, but it wasn't unbearable. Lowering himself down he thought back to his considerations. This was as much a training exercise as it was an attempt to make all right with the world he wanted to lead. He'd been thinking about elevation so much to train and in all of that brain-time he'd never considered down as opposed to up. The deep sea pressure and the inability to rely on surface senses to get around made it perfect for training both body and technique. To be able to detect lifeforms in the darkness of the ocean when you couldn't just see them with bare eyes. Even if they were the light-emitting type, going at the speeds he planned to go having open eyes couldn't end well.
And so with a thrust of ki he was off. Not really needing to conventionally swim he dashed through the water like a torpedo cutting through underwater currents like nothing, his arms stretched the net wide. It took no time at all for him to start tagging schools of fish. From sharks to tuna to even some crustaceans zooming about. All the while with closed eyes, sensing the fine energy emitted from the creatures. That is what terrified him the most, because down here while he sensed a lot of tiny.
He felt the presence of one big not too far off. One really big.
Though that was not a matter for today, his haul was complete and with his return the day saved; quite literally. A truck packed full of fish ready to go to the market and then Bass was off for the last leg of his trip back to South City. Within an hour he was snug as a bug, under a rug. Rug being blanket, yes. Also head on a pillow. It'd been a while since he'd been able to sleep at his apartment. It was refreshing after all this.
He slept well that night, a conclusion to a long expedition into another land.
WC: 1174 | MWC: 2192 | 192 over mission WC limit.