[h2]REVOCS Corporate Headquarters, Tokyo Bay, Japan[/h2]
"Did you see that new foreigner," whispered one data analyst to another, engaging in the sacred business art of 'prairie-dogging', "I've never [i]seen[/i] someone get an appointment so quickly!"
"I know, and he's so [i]tall![/i] It's rare that you see someone who's [i]six feet tall[/i] without even [i]touching[/i] one of our products!"
"He must be German. They're all--shit! Here they come now!"

The pair of office-monkeys quickly ducked their heads out of sight, as a pair of important-looking individuals came through, talking as they went. One, a nervous-looking middle manager wearing a casual polo shirt and slacks. The other was dressed in what appeared to be an attempt to make a full suit of [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/killzone/images/c/c8/Psp_helghast_cobar.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110414225952]Hazardous Environment Combat Equipment into a uniform for formal occasions[/url]. The tall, armored man spoke through a reinforced gas mask with red, illuminated lenses.

"So you see, mister... oh, please excuse me! I fear that I have forgotten your name, sir!"
[b]"Didn't give you it. Keep talking about this... Life Fiber."[/b] The armored man's lenses bored holes through the humble middle-manager's soul. Even though he had to deal with the CEO's cronies every day... this was something [i]different.[/i]
"R-right, sir! As you are aware, Life Fibers are one of humanity's most fantastic inventions in recent years! Even using a [i]couple[/i] threads of these Fibers are sufficient to [i]geometrically[/i] boost the wearer's physical, mental, and social expertise!"
[b]"Good. Tell me about custom uniforms."[/b]
"Yes indeed, the Life Fiber is the source of-- I'm sorry?"

[b]"Custom uniforms. Like this."[/b] The armored man presented a sewing pattern to the middle-manager. It depicted a blueprint for what appeared to be a [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131103111445/villains/images/9/92/0017.jpg]skeleton luchador[/url] costume. The middle-manager's eyes bulged slightly as he tried to imagine the look of a whole company of skeleton-costumed wrestlers and failed miserably.

"A-ah, custom uniforms are p-possible, sir, but--"
[b]"How much?"[/b]
"For a full-body uniform like this, I'd say around 40,000 yen per unit. Depending on the amount of Life Fibers used, that number is subject to change... that '40,000 yen' number was for a 20% Fiber content suit."
[b]"Give us that, then. Use this contact information. Deliver the first units to the location listed within the day."[/b]
"Eh? Sir, this request is, quite frankly--"
[b]"Do it, and we triple what we're paying."[/b]

There was a pregnant pause. The middle-manager let loose a strangled noise in his throat, clearly assessing the costs of such an endeavor, and who could possibly pay to fund this. The middle-manager sighed heavily, and gave the armored man a weak thumbs-up.

"We'll do our best, sir! We'll get those suits out in just a few hours! You can count on us!"

The armored man nodded firmly. [b]"Good. Shocker+ appreciates your efforts."[/b]

 With a confident stride, the man rounded the corner and was gone in a flash of light, leaving the middle-manager only a sewing pattern, a wholly-valid check for several million yen, and a feeling that he'd just met with an alien pretending to be an earthbound human. He was entirely correct, but not for the right reasons.
 
 [h2]Photon Power Laboratory, Near Mount Fuji[/h2]
 Nestled deep within the forests around Mount Fuji, the Photon Power Laboratory is nearly impenetrable to all who would seek to cause it harm. However, it seems that the laboratory isn't as impregnable as it was once thought, especially once a new, unstoppable [i]evil[/i] has shown its face!
 "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!"
 "Missiles confirmed no hits!"
 "Shit! They snuck past the mechs! Call the pilots back-- we need them to stop these guys [i]here![/i]"
 "How'd they get through the barrier?! They're... drilling through the door with their own bodies!"
--
 "Bullets do nothing! I-it's impossible to penetrate their suits!"
  "I need a medical team to section 34A-- t-the intruders knocked out Lori and Loru with one touch!"
 "They're almost at the server room! They're after the [i]blueprints![/i]"
 "They've got the blueprints! Don't let them out! This is it-- this is the end!"
 --
 "What?! [i]Where did they go?![/i] I-it's like they disappeared!"
 "Impossible, the only way out of the room is through that door, and we've got that one covered!"
 "Then [i]where'd they go?![/i]"
 --
 "Ha-ha! Another decisive victory for the Penguin Empire! Guess they just couldn't deal with our [url=http://www.otakukato.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/fi1.png]FRONT TAILS![/url]"
 "You got that right, boss! These people are [i]kids[/i] compared to even a pathetic Factor!"
 "Indeed! The only thing of worth inside that whole place were those [i]lovely[/i] twins-- and these blueprints!"
 "Don't know why Takahara wants 'em, especially for such a stupid name. Who the hell calls their pride and joy 'Boss Borot', anyway?"
 The penguin-suited terrors laughed heartily at such a ridiculous name. Slapping each other on the back in brotherly camaraderie, they walked off into the sunset.
 
 After realizing that their destination was an infinite span of space away from where they were now, the penguin-suited men resignedly activated their teleporters and traveled back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Maybe now Takahara would forgive them for that little [i]incident[/i].
 
 
 [h2]Forest Clearing, Ginyu Planet 2 (formerly known as the Forest Moon of Endor)[/h2]
 
Deep in the forests of the Sanctuary Moon, a crowd of twenty-one humanoids huddled together. They were twenty students and one master. One master of such a gloriously-high power level that he could crush buildings with ease. One master who served a tyrant with hundreds of planets conquered by his hand, and hundreds more destroyed by his finger. One master who was big, purple, and very horny. One master formerly known as Captain Ginyu, but now known as the new leader of his own personal Planet Trade Organization. His students were from all corners of the multiverse, united under the banner of Shocker+. 

Ginyu scanned the crowd of students with disgust in his eyes. Though they were all veterans of combat, not one of them stood up to his scrutiny. He spat on the ground, and addressed the group with a gruff, yet dignified voice.
"You are all here because you are [i]weak![/i] You are all [i]pathetic[/i]! You are all here to learn to be [i]strong[/i], and I am here to [i]teach[/i] you! You train with the illustrious [b]Captain Ginyu[/b], the right hand of the dearly-departed [b]Lord Frieza[/b]!"

Ginyu grinned smugly, glaring at each student in turn. He knew that he owed Takahara after that little [i]incident[/i] on Namek. Even though he had lost his original body, and all the authority that came with it, it was [i]Takahara[/i] that arranged for a new one that was almost as good to swap into. All it would take was several decades of training, and he'd be good as new! True, all the power of the Planet Trade Organization had disappeared in one week, thanks to a bunch of [i]apes[/i], but now Ginyu had a chance to start his [i]own[/i] Planet Trade. He had only two planets to his name, but that would [i]change[/i].

"Your first lesson will be a trial by fire. I have been given the multiversal coordinates of a [i]special[/i] space station. Every hour or so, it is ravaged and destroyed. The cause of this destruction can be anything: revolution, aliens, soldiers, [i]wizards[/i], ghosts... [b]monkeys[/b]." Ginyu held onto that word like a kidney stone, spitting it out with a venomous tone.
"What matters, however, is how the station [i]replenishes[/i] itself. Every time it is destroyed, it is brought back within minutes. New crew, with the same names. This station is the [i]perfect[/i] arena to test your skills. You will spend a day on this station-- living, dying, and [i]fighting[/i]. When the day is up, I will [i]personally[/i] test each of you."

Ginyu let out a guttural laugh, rife with sinister implications. The weaker students, ones who had not been trained for mortal combat, shifted nervously. Resigned to their fate, the crowd of students gradually warmed up to the idea of a full day to vicious combat in a hostile environment. This was, after all, how many of them had been trained before.

Seeing the reaction from his students, Ginyu placed his hands on his hips and spoke up. With a wave of his hand, a portal opened up to a sterile, gray corridor on a space station. THE space station. "Be ready, weaklings, for I will not forgive your failure! Today, you learn to be [i]powerful[/i]! Today, you [i]die[/i]! Today, you [i]live[/i]! Today, we head to [b]Space Station 13![/b]"