A harsh wind blew through the quiet plains. Due to poor planning of his travel routes, Chill had managed to get himself caught in the middle of the storm. The blustering winds made it too difficult to fly around, and so he begrudgingly grounded himself and began the slow walk through the empty plains of Nameks fields. It was growing dark, and after how busy and strenuous his time on Namek had been so far, Chill was actually getting a little tired.
In the distance he noticed a large rock the curled over itself, a naturally formed piece of shelter in the center of this field. Scurrying over at a leisurely pace, he sat down behind it and pushed himself up against the wall to better break the wind the blew against the makeshift stone wall. Surely, it was safe to take a small nap here, right? Nobody sensible would be out and about in this storm, and it was a long journey back to the Namek Operations Headquarters on foot. Yawning, he settled in against the rock and drifted off.
Chill threw himself back against the stone, hitting his exo-skeletal helmet against the wall fairly hard. Rubbing the back of it to relieve the pain reverberating through his head, he leaned forward and peered up into the sky. It was night time, and over head there was a lightning storm without any rain. He stood himself up noticing the wind was finally gone, and looked out to the horizon as another bolt of lightning struck.
In the distance, he spied a figure moving across the grasslands. How odd? Then he noticed that they were getting closer, and heading his way. Straightening his posture, he threw on his mask from under his cloak and pulled his hood up. He didn't want to out himself immediately if it was an enemy. "Hello?"
Ochra was always surprised that it could become night here on Namek, especially since the planet had two suns. It was also a rare sight that there could be lightning storms here. This planet always looked so peaceful from a glance. This world was just bringing up more and more surprises the longer he spent here. He couldn't sleep, so he was out and exploring, taking in the stormy night.
However, as he explored the stormy plains, something caught his attention. A power he hadn't sensed before. It was low, weaker than his own, but it was unusual. It wasn't any of the saiyans, he would have recognized them. And it appeared more alien compared to the Namekians. This was something he needed to investigate. Was this another member of the Fleet? Even with Boreal and the Star Goons gone, there were still plenty of the Fleet wandering around the planets.
He followed the energy, trying to find the source, before he came across a strange, cloaked figure wearing a mask. It wasn't obvious just who, or what this figure was, but it was best if Ochra approached with caution. Touching down, he started to approach him. It seemed that the figure noticed him first, calling out to him. Well, he wasn't immediately attacking him. Perhaps Ochra could avoid a fight. "Strange weather to be out and about, isn't it?" he said, stopping some distance from him, taking in his outfit. Just who was he?
Chill was surprised at how civil this large figure seemed to be. With the many interactions he'd had on Namek so far since arriving, it had become an expectation that even if under a veil of polite twisting tongues those he met would be aggressive, foul or plotting something. Adjusting the lenses on his mask like a camera, the red glassed eyes squinted to match Chill's face under the mask. They had many characteristics befitting those of a Saiyan, but lacked the defining tail.
Scanning him, Chill found that his power level was significantly more powerful than his own. Carefully examining the stranger, he turned his head and looked him up and down through the squinting lenses. Cutting short the telltale splendor and grace he normally laced his tongue with, Chill questioned the tall man. "What are you?" His voice was soft spoken, only just barely audible over the thunder and wind surrounding the two strangers.
Though he didn't show it, Chill was on edge. He kept his arms and legs hidden beneath the mottled black shield of his cloak and curled his tail in, snaking it up his leg and wrapping it tight to keep his race a secret until he was sure it wouldn't prompt a fight to disclose it. There was another thing that Chill wanted to know. Throwing back on his short, soft persona he asked another question. "Are you with the sky monkeys?" He tried his best to sound as unlike himself as possible and as innocently curious as he could, his red finger just curling out of the back of the cloak to point up without revealing anything else of his body.
This figure seemed strange. Completely covered by a black cloak, and a mask over his face, it was hard to tell just what he was. He certainly wasn't from around here, the was for certain. Ochra raised an eyebrow as the masked figure asked him just what he was. "I could ask you the same question," he replied. At least he wasn't hiding himself behind a mask. Still, the figure wasn't coming off as overly hostile, just blunt. However, his next statement gave Ochra a small clue. Was he with the sky monkeys? Monkey, a derogatory term used for saiyans, but the Fleet. While this figure did seem to be coming off as a wanderer, something was telling Ochra there was more to this figure that he was letting on. Still, he needed to proceed with caution.
"If you're referring to the Saiyans, yes." Ochra replied, eyeing him carefully. He didn't make a move to approach him, keeping his distance from the cloaked figure. "And what about you? You don't seem to be from around here as well. Tell me, are you with the others that came to this world?" He didn't want to mention the word 'Fleet' just yet. He needed to see if he could get some more information out of this man.
Chill did his best to sound sincere in his confusion and curiosity. His simple, soft little voice that was thrown out in place of his own was an excellent fit. Though, he had discovered that the figure in front of him was in fact a Saiyan, most probably a member of the Saiyan Kingdom given that he too had come from the ethereal mess of stars above that was outer space. It seemed he was being watched carefully, examined in suspicion by the figure ahead of him.
He thought carefully about how he would answer the Saiyan's question. Whether or not this little exchange would escalate hung on the way he answered it, and if things went as well as possible, Chill might even get some information about the Saiyan's operations out of him that he didn't already know. "I..." He pointed up towards the sky again. "I come from stars. Running from fleet-men."
Another thing he hoped to find out was if this man was an important member of the Saiyan Kingdom. If he was... there was a chance he could take out one of their big players out in the middle of nowhere, alone without any backup. "You... you here to stop fleet-men?" He curled his hand back into the depths of his cloak, and began to slowly slide ki within his form down towards his finger tips, ready for a quick shot if he was planning to take out this monkey.
"I see..." So this individual was claiming to be fleeing from the Fleet as well huh? Well, it certainly seemed strange that he would come here of all places. The Fleet had ships hovering around this planet. This was possibly the second worse place to hide from them next to Arcose itself! Something definitely seemed up with this individual, especially since he seemed so out of touch with what was going on. He knew about the Saiyans, if only rudimentary, and knew of the Fleet. Both should have been relatively well known throughout the galaxy, especially with the history the two had.
He kept his eyes on him. In the back of his mind, he could feel something was wrong. A tingling that would not let him be. It put him on guard, getting ready for anything. The figure before him was giving off some bad vibes. "that's right." Ochra replied slowly, watching him for any sign of movement, "I'm here to help put a stop to them."
Oct 18, 2019 16:18:45 GMT -6
Scallio: He'd spent his entire childhood with space right outside his window. He watched for years as planets came and went like the seasons. One of two constants in his world of continuous change.