Paple had been one of the first to sign up for operation Leviathan. What better way to prove yourself than on a top secret, off the books operation that was being dubbed a suicide mission before the team had even been formed? He'd figured he'd be the youngest operative there, but what he did not expect was that the team would include [i]Saiyans[/i]. That was something you'd probably mention to the Tuffle before you were about to leave base, wasn't it? Paple couldn't help but wonder whether or not those in question were as acutely aware of Paple's ancestry as he was of their's. The tail was usually a dead giveaway, after all.

Paple'd spent his time alone in the lavatories after the commander's speech doing a bit of analytic thinking. Twelve operatives divided into two squads meant six people per squad, and Paple had a lingering suspicion he'd have the unfortunate luck to be paired with at least one Saiyan. Maybe it'd be best not to put his being a Tuffle out in the open. Ignorance was bliss, right? Paple sighed to himself as he removed his standard ISF gear and placed it into his individually marked container. He'd just gotten that uniform, badge, and blaster too.

The Tuffle emerged from the bathroom garbed in a simple black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, with a pair of red sneakers covering his feet. He fiddled with the strings on the front of his pants to make sure they were tight enough for his diminutive frame before trying them in a knot and stuffing his hands into his pockets. He could only guess he was one of the first to emerge from the changing rooms, since all he saw was Commander Sarada himself with a pair of his new-found teammates surrounding him, one of which, of course, was a Saiyan. Paple simply took a place next to the group with a simple nod, trying not to notice just how huge the Saiyan in front of him was.