Destination: Dante's Abyss

[Bardock]

A very disgruntled Saiya-jin found himself at the lower end of the snaking line of warriors loading onto the ship. He hadn't even been able to finish his nap. Fortunately, he felt refreshed enough to do a little last minute training. Bardock still wasn't comfortable enough with his mortal body to pose any sort of threat to anyone. While he was waiting, the fighter was using this last opportunity to use his scouter. It was the only item required for confiscation, and the man felt a little naked without it. Reliance on a tool was not very becoming of a fighter, but for now it was his eyes into the Ki of others.

Bardock didn't like the numbers he was facing. He was so focused on reading every 1, 2, and 3 that he didn't realize it was his turn.

"Next."

Bardock stepped up.

"Please remove all illicit items. This includes standard scouters, L.E.N.S. scouters, battle chargers, explosives..."

As he droned on, the Saiyan detached the machine than hung comfortably over his left eye and placed it on the side table. Everything else in his possession was allowable. The humanoid standing in uniform before him placed the scouter in a small box of plain design.

"What security measures would you like to place? Fingerprint, retina, or voice scan?"

"Retina," he shrugged.

"Name?"

"Bardock," the Saiya-jin said, much louder than necessary. He wanted everyone to know who he was.

"Please approach the ocular scanner."

Bardock turned and faced a circular lens and placed his left black pupil over it. A flash of green light passed down and across, mapping his specific retinal pattern.

"Move on, please," the processor motioned, putting his box (which was now closed) into a square slot. The box was sucked inside to wherever the personal items were kept. The Saiyan continued onward to something that look like a large metal detector. A woman approached him.

"Please pass through the device," she droned.

He walked through, and anything he still had with him was immediately identified: Focusing Armor, weighted clothing, and a gold coin which didn't appear to be anything of value or use.

"Please remove your armor."

He did so, and a large ring was placed over the crown of his head and slid down until it reached his neck, right where his vitals were. The metallic object easily slimmed down until it was perfectly contorted to the size and shape of his neck. Bardock could feel a warm pulse emanating from the strange device. It was active, and if given the chance, would completely dematerialize his body before the fighting even began. He was given back his armor.

"You may proceed to the ship."

The process had been very mechanical. He couldn't imagine anyone ever wanting to perform such a task for a meager restitution. Bardock was then suddenly reminded of the collar, and quickly went to find the nearest bunker to deactivate it.