In a moment of solitude, Justiczh'ara was training. A red piece of cloth was tied in front of his eyes as he swung his broadsword around, practicing his form. While unable to sense ki, he still had a natural grasp over his surroundings. Every movement he made let out soundwaves that echoed in the room, letting him know if he was about to tear a bookshelf in half, or redesign the walls with a swift cut.

Standing on his hand, swiping the sword in front of him, as if to take a invisible foe's legs off, he would leap from his hand into a somersault, landing on his boot-clad feet, putting his sword in it's place in the empty sheath on his back. In front of him, he had his crystal ball, picking it up with one hand, and removing the blindfold with another, putting the piece of cloth into his pocket.  His Iris vanished and his pupil turned white as he summoned the images in the ball. The Commander was ready to announce the mission, he had better get to the meeting place.

Folding a fine cloth around the ball, he put it in his backpack that he slung over his left shoulder. Moving to the area, he hard the Commanders speech. Justin did agree on all points their commanding officer brought up, despite most of them being rather moot, everyone were here for one reason. They wanted to shut down the Planet Trade Organization. Well, that is, except for the Saiyans, they were Freeza's best earners, and now they wanted to stab the emperor in the back? They were bloodthirsty savages with no sense of right or wrong, they were more beast than men.
[i]They couldn't be trusted.[/i]

They were told to deposit their ISF-items in favor for more incognito clothing, pulling his hood over his head, he walked over and dug under his tunic, getting his badge out and ripping the chain open at his neck, dropping it in. He probably should have removed the 'crown' he wore as well, but it was traditional warrior ornament on Konatsia. He wasn't going to give it away.

[color=gold]"I'm ready."[/color]