Day One: Early Morning

[Kami]

With a bright flash the elder Namekian left the comfort of the library. He was standing alone on an island. The only sound reaching his ears was the sound of the wind dragging itself across the brazen landscape. He quickly looked through his bag, checking to make sure his weapon was still there. Pulling out the new scouter inside he put it on his head. With a click it beeped to life, scanning the area around him. Using the moonlight he took a look at the map in his bag, trying to figure out where he was and where he should move to. He took a look at the other supplies, which weren't quite as important to him, but useful nonetheless and closed the bag.

As the moon shone brightly in the empty soulless sky Kami ran a finger over the collar around his neck. Yup...I still hate these things... he would have to do like he had before and ignore the collar. It was simply motivation to continue on with the battle.

He put on his bag, making sure it was secured to his back. It was suprisingly calm and even with his sensitive Namekian hearing he hadn't heard the sounds of a scuffle yet. This meant it would be a good time to enact his plan. Last year wasn't easy on him, and he wasn't expecting to recieve any better treatment this time around.

He tried to gain as much grasp on his surroundings from the soft glow of the low hanging moon. It's solitary duty in the sky reminded him of how he was now on his own once again in a very hostile enviroment. He closed his eyes and took in a deep cleansing breath. After a long exhale he opened his eyes. Taking one last look around Kami took off running. He wasn't too worried about being seen in the dark. They wouldn't know he was there until it was too late anyhow.