Another “Perfect” Landing [Open]

Cello would float stoically as the strange bovine humanoid alien approached from above. The young Namekian never thought of what kinds of creatures this planet had to offer or even where he really was. Cello would standby silently as the weird creature stumbled over it’s words and sentences. The Namekian didn’t take any of its comments offensively but it was interesting to listen to this dialect being that Cello generally spoke the Ancient Language of Namek. He continued his silence for a few awkward moment to let the creature sweat for a little, before he’d move to answer his question and show appreciation upon his request. He seemed benevolent enough.

”Yes, friend, my name is Cello. I am a warrior of a distant planet called Namek.”, said Cello, practicing this common dialect with the creature. ”May I ask who you are and where exactly I am. I seemed to have operated on my navigation module incorrectly and streamed far out of my route. This doesn’t even seem to be the same solar system as my home-world.” Cello was happy to have sentient interaction after all this time but he upset himself in the thought of not being able to just return home but luckily this being said he knew of a mechanic.

”Its beautiful that you know a mechanic that can help me. But I doubt this heap will ever fly again. Maybe I can sell it to him for part and salvage enough currency to acquire a new craft!” Cello was well ahead of the bar on his ship, looking at its battered hull. It had survived 10 years of the insectoids of the desert moon-planet which he was marooned on. He was surprised that he got it to work this time. It was supposed to be his last flight but it clearly wasn’t meant to be.

Cello looked around taking in his environment once again. He hoped it was a river or pond nearby to wash his clothes and body in nearby. He hadn’t had a nice bath for years being that the water he acquired on that moon-planet was only plentiful enough for drinking and little else. This planet was clearly bountiful with vegetation and water, even more so than Planet Namek. Cello’s gaze would return to the creature which accompanied him.

“Earth?”

The Namekian thought that he’d heard that name before. But that made no sense. Why would a planet half way across the cosmos ring a bell? Cello looked at the creature for a moment, listening to his sayings and taking in that which he had said. He would return suit on the conversation after he was down.

”It is an honor to meet you, Choco Vixen. You don’t at all seem surprised at the presence of a Namekian. Do you by chance know of my people?”, asked Cello before anything, knowing if this common Earth-dweller knew of his planet’s existence than surely it was more powerful forces ready to take it unawares. ”And yes, we only need to drink water. It would be appreciated if you could point me to a nearby pond or lake to freshen up. I’m sure my presence is unruly and hard to stand as of right now”

Cello thought back on the topics he had skipped to get to the point, thinking of the safety of his people above all. ”I’m sure the Sulfur will be happy to have me so long as I can find a way to get some currency in order to pay for his services. So is your species the dominate one on this planet? If so you all are extremely powerful. Most of warriors couldn’t dream of reaching the level of some of these powers I feel. It’s amazing!”

Cello smiled again, looking around and thinking about the challenges this place had to offer and even the dangers. Cello could learn more here than he ever did on that insectoid moon-planet. Though this was a friendly meeting, Cello tried to be as professional as he could, being that, in his mind, this was the first contact of a Namekian and an Earthling in history and he didn’t wish to obstruct intergalactic relations, especially if a world such as this was made an ally to the Namekian. But he was curious about one thing that he didn’t think was too much of a big deal to ask about.

”Also, why are you so far out, alone. Are you by chance training or something ? The closest collective of energy signatures I can feel are miles away. You seem like a young man. Where is your family ?

So it was true. Other Namekians had settled on this planet. It was interesting that this universe was such a small place. It seemed as if this Earth was a refuge for many cultures and races. Though Cello wasn’t one who was big on the intermingling of species, he was open to learning new things, especially about fighting and where else was a better place to do it than a planet with many different heritages, styles and roots. He would make himself a more effective warrior in his time here.

Thankful the creature had led Cello to a nearby stream in the confines of a forest only a ways walk away. He could take a well needed bath and drink more water than he needed. Luxuries he hadn’t been blessed with in a long time. And Choco also explained that he was a hybrid of the dominant race here, known as Humans and a darker race, some sort of demonic presence. Cello really wasn’t one for ghost stories. So he mostly ignored that portion of the tale.

Lastly the creature spoke of magical materialization. It was interesting that other tribes had obtained such skills in other parts of the universe. ”No, no, it’s quite interesting, Choco!”, exclaimed Cello as he crossed his arms as well. ”These magic abilities you have are akin to the Dragon Clans of my people back on Namek. They are able to create clothing, buildings and even beings with their materialization powers!” Cello looked at the shorter being. It was clear that he couldn’t pass for a Dragon Clan Namekian but he was sure they could teach him much, if he was ever invited to their home-planet.

”Let’s see what you got!”, challenged Cello as he stood there. He supposed he had a little time to see this Earthling’s skill before he bolted off to cleanse himself and begin his exile here until he could get a new ship.