Zero arrives on Earth/ A New Contract in the making!

It had been a long day for Wakuchin, he had ended up in an interrogation room on some kind of military installment. It wasn't his fault the day had started pretty typical, he had been looking for a job while exploring the nearby city. He had been used more for muscle than anything else, Wakuchin needed to expand his image. If he wasn't careful he'd be known for security before long, which would make his dream of a merchant empire even harder. He couldn't afford to do a rebranding campaign, he'd have to just work on getting a job more in his future industry.

That's how he ended up in a no-name city in the Green East. He should have realized that something was off from how distant all the villagers were being to him. Then there were the guards calling him a namekian freak. He was too busy explaining his other problem to even broach that subject. Sure they both had similarities, but there were no purple namekians as far as he knew. That's how he knew that he was a demon, not some alien species. For at least an hour that day Wakuchin would ponder on what he considered alien since he was from a different realm, and what constituted a good colloquial definition of alien. None of that mattered at the moment there was something called a "curfew" in place, but he didn't know the meaning of the word. When he had told that to one of the military cop dudes, they thought he was being a comedian. He knew that word, and he assured them thoroughly that he wasn't joking. Somehow they still perceived that as a joke, realizing there was nothing he could say he clammed up and went along with them to this room. From the way the men were talking while escorting him, it'd be a while before someone important a V.I.P. they called him was on base.

Wakuchin could just break free and escape to the demon realm, but he was curious now. He had to find out what a V.I.P. was and why they were so important. That sounded like someone who could be one of his first merchant contacts. The words of his former teacher echoed in his head about networking and its importance. On the bright side, the interrogation room itself was pristine. There was no sign of dirt or dust, or anything besides the chair and the mirror on the east wall and the door leading out to the west. It would work perfectly as a meditation room, that had been something Wakuchin had been practicing for years to learn. If he did ever decide to become a demon magician it'd be important.

After a couple of minutes, Wakuchin could focus, and the silence helped. It had been so long since Wakuchin had truly been alone, with the cheap living he could always hear his floormates. Sometimes he'd even be in a building called a hostel. It reminded him that once he was more established he could have a manor in the demon realm. Then no matter what planet he was on he'd be able to sleep easily. That could be one of his selling points to a paranoid man. He thought about possible scenarios with the V.I.P. wondering what kind of man had someone arrested for looking like a species. Was it possible that they were warring against each other? That would make his case harder if there was some kind of speciesism at play.

Zero finished his tour within minutes. He was not really in the need of such things at this time. He could explore on his own. That is when he felt it, something watching him. He turned around and swayed his head back in forth in a scanning motion as he narrowed his eyes. Nothing seemed out of place. Well perhaps it was just the feeling of the new planet. He doubted this very much but it was possible. Zero still had hours to burn and so he decided to lay the ground work. Existing the structure the changeling found himself outside. Bending at the ankles he bounced a bit on his toes to get a feel for the gravity here. It was VERY light compared to his homeworld. With a another bend in his knees he pushed off the ground and rocketed into the air watching the ground leave his vision as he did so. He had jumped so high he could only see the base as a small blotch, though he noticed this world had an ample amount of water. Perhaps they could clan it and sell it off if the planet did not sell.

Now it was time to see where his hiding friend was or if he was indeed feeling the stress of the new mission. He did not like being on the ground, he was a space officer. He was so confused why he had been assigned to come down here. Reaching under his cape he pulled out a black box and opened it, inside it were stem sticks, the Changeling version of Earth Cigarettes. These did not produce smoke, but one would simply chew on them to release the stimulants from inside. As he body finally started to fall back towards the Earth Zero felt the wind brush against his bio armor. With the first bits of the stimulant entering his body he closed his eyes as started to relax.