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Post by Xylo Jr. on Aug 4, 2018 5:20:46 GMT -6
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'Hmm. I think I might prefer the atmosphere two suns brings as opposed to three.' Xylo wondered to himself as he wandered the wastes of Vegeta, far away from civilization, avoiding every living being by the use of his Ki sense. Xylo only kept tabs on his brothers, who were off doing their own thing at this point. If any form of danger were to befall them that they could not triumph over, he would come running, t'was his duty to protect them as the strongest of the three after all.
The Namekian knew precisely what he was looking for. The architecture of his people was noticeable, even with variation as was necessary to integrate with other cultures; he witnessed as such on Namek when those that were initially foreign decided to stay and live there. It was the similar in the Saiba Breeding Pits— simply in reverse; Namekian design merging with Saiyan design.
So, it didn't take Xylo very long. Unknowingly wandering the same path a group of heros had done so centuries ago; he had come upon Maestropolis. Though clearly not in it's prime as a result of the World Trade Fleet attacks; Xylo was in awe. Here he was, the first Namekian born on Namek to see this settlement in ages. For a moment, he felt warmth in his heart knowing his people had progressed this much since the ancient times beyond recorded history.
However, negativity took root again as he entered the abandoned city. Perhaps here he could find hope that could eliminate his brewing anger?
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Post by Nashua on Aug 4, 2018 12:11:26 GMT -6
| GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER |NASHUA'S PL: 40,000 (Suppressed to 5)
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In the wastes of Vegeta, it was best to keep as low a profile as one could, given how you never knew whether or not a World Trade Fleet squad might be sitting just around the corner, or lying in wait to ambush an unsuspecting traveler. Just to be safe, Nashua elected to suppress her power level about as low as she could, dropping all the way down to a measly level of five, that of the average Earthling. If anyone picked up her signature, they'd hopefully just think it was some wild animal scouring the plains, instead of a Saiyan spy sent from Earth. Now that she was done exploring the castle for what Vocado had needed, and Mollusc was presumably dealing with the Saibamen eggs, that left her to the final task: to find rebels they could have join the Kingdom's cause.
She hadn't seen any yet, not since she'd left the castle, and while the constant lack of success in each location she scoured over was starting to leave her discouraged, Nashua had to remind herself that, if any rebels remained on Vegeta, there was a reason that they'd made themselves so hard to find. In fact, it was almost a good thing she hadn't found any yet. If one random Saiyan could track down every fragment of resistance on the planet, then the entire World Trade Fleet would've discovered and decimated them all months before she'd even arrived. Before long, Nashua's searches brought her to the famed Namekian establishment: Maestropolis. The place had seen better days, to say the least. It stood ravaged and broken, both by time and the fires of war that had consumed the planet.
Nashua let out a whistle as she carefully stuck close to all the rubble and ruined buildings to keep herself less than easily visible. She hadn't actually come to the city before, when Vegeta was still in its rightful place, but there was no way it still looked like this back then, right? As she wandered the streets, Nashua's scouter suddenly picked up a powerful energy signature: 4,485? That was quite a fair bit stronger than any else she'd noticed until now. Suspicious, and also exciting. Nashua crept along in the direction of the signature, until finally, the person it belonged to came into sight: A Namekian! Those were allies of the Saiyan Kingdom, right? Well, usually. Some of them, at least. It was worth a shot. "Don't be alarmed," she said in a calm voice as she approached the figure. "I'm on your side, I'm with the Saiyan Kingdom: I'm looking for survivors of the attack."
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Post by Xylo Jr. on Aug 12, 2018 2:02:07 GMT -6
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Xylo tread lightly, taking in everything that he could perceive critically before emotionally. He often found first being critical would better inform an emotion or action, and though he was stressed at this point, that mannerism trained into him from birth would never change. Still, Xylo wandered around the outer ring of the city before slowly reaching the center, there he saw what would have once been a pristine and beautiful fountain now broken and dried up. It might have been leaking at some point before, but not it was broken. In comparison, Xylo was far too enraged to cry.
Tracing his hand over a dusty sand coated wall behind the fountain, Xylo unveiled a thankfully in tact mural. It held elements rooted in Namekian tradition, merged with what was learned out here. Although this was more Radula's area of expertise, Xylo could very much tell. The mural depicted three Namekians one small wearing purple, two taller ones— one in a goofy pose wearing golden armor and the other with curled mass of antennae and crimson eyes. This hit close to home, because without realizing it Xylo knew which Caste each of these ancient Namekians represented. On either side of the three were two non-Namekian entities. To the left was a pale porcelain white humanoid creature with multiple arms and teal lines across them. On the right was another humanoid covered in thick black armor, helmet and short cape of a Saiyan design and sported a fuzzy tail. No doubt these were the ones that founded this place...
Before Xylo could properly analyze what he had found, he sensed and heard someone approach. He looked over his shoulder to see a female Saiyan. Why was her projected spirit so dim? That didn't make much sense to Xylo, but he saw no reason to be rude about it. The woman spoke first, calmly asserting that she was not here to cause harm. Xylo accepted this and nodded. "I am not alarmed, fellow warrior, no. I am something else." Xylo clutched the cloth above his heart, turning back to the mural. "I am beyond angry."
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Post by Mollusc on Aug 14, 2018 0:58:18 GMT -6
Mollusc had been going quite slow with all this stuff on Vegeta. It really was not a place he likes being. Perhaps he had been spoiled being on Earth. They were much more people to preach to and who may hear what he had to say in Porunga name. Yet, now he was heading to his home. The namekian city of Maestropolis. It was a symbol of what he hated in Namek kind. He had come to believe it was merely a symbol of division among the people of Namek. A people that first cast one clan out then other's fled cause they refused to expect any form of unity. That was how he thought of it anyway. Though he didn't care for what it meant still many namekian had fallen. Many of his own brothers and children of Porunga. Fury would be brought to those who slew them.
He gave a look around the ruins as he walked his hand at his side. It was as badly damaged as he thought but it was still in bad shape. He put his hand on his chin trying to think on what happened that day. How it all went down. How the people fought yet they all fell. Now he could hear almost nothing. He did hear something through a voice nearby. It was in Nashua. She seemed to be talking to someone. Mollusc walked over and he saw another figure talking to her. He'd point at him then at Nashua. "Yo. How are your missions going? Also if I may ask who is this your talking too. He a survivor of the attack on Vegeta."
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Post by Nashua on Aug 28, 2018 11:32:12 GMT -6
NASHUA'S PL: 40,000 (Suppressed to 5)
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Alright, good, the Namekian was far from hostile towards her. She was admittedly apprehensive about approaching, given you never quite knew if a stranger was gonna attack you or not. There were more than a few Namekians who'd sold their souls to the bad guys. She'd even heard talk of some Saiyans being a part of the World Trade Fleet. Imagine that! She definitely would have words for any of her fellow monkey tailed people who chose to align themselves with a bunch of scumbags like the Fleet. Good thing this guy didn't seem to be one of those scumbags, with his non aggressive response. Well, non aggressive towards her; he was definitely aggressive about something.
It didn't take a detective to figure out what that something was. "That's understandable," Nashua calmly replied, her tense shoulders relaxing in the friendly presence. "I'm sure most of us are, in fact. Although there's a whole bun-" Nashua stopped mid-sentence as her scouter began registering an energy source approaching: A powerful one, too! The approaching figure registered at 33,000 power level, almost reaching that of her own. "Stand back," she warned as she dropped her energy suppression, her true level of 40,000 shining brim and bright as if to warn "don't mess with us" to whoever might have been approaching.
It was a bit of a surprise when Mollusc of all people popped up and casually asked about her mission and who she was talking to. "Uh, hi, Mollusc," Nashua stammered back both in surprise and relief. Maybe she'd somehow manage to get through the entire trip without a fight! "The mission is, uh, going, I guess." The Saiyan gestured over towards her new Namekian friend to introduce him. "This is someone I just found, here," she explained, "I assume he's a survivor, or something like it. What exactly is your story?" She asked the last part as she turned back over to the new Namekian, her curiosity piqued.
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Post by Xylo Jr. on Sept 5, 2018 8:14:06 GMT -6
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Finally, Xylo turned to face the young Saiyan. She seemed awfully calm for someone just as irreparably angered, much like Xylo himself. It would seem that this Saiyan either had a very strict code of discipline or she had more time to consolidate her feelings on the whole debacle. Before the Namekian could respond, he sensed another entity approaching moments before the scouter pinged to otherwise confirm. Now, Xylo's earlier suspicions were confirmed— this Saiyan was stronger than she let on, far stronger. While he was very much intrigued by this, Xylo was not in the mood to fight. The other arrival was nearly just as powerful, but this time they were a Namekian, and not one Xylo had ever seen before! The talk of missions wasn't any of Xylo's business, but this further confirmed that the newcomer was a Vegeta born Namekian.
Letting out a relieved grunt rather than a sigh, Xylo stepped forward and stood closer to the others "It is a good sign to find another member of my people here." Xylo bowed respectfully. "Make no mistake, I am not from here. I am from Namek. My brothers and I received a distress signal some time ago from the Namekian community here. Obviously we were too late." For a moment his hands were balled into fists, but he relaxed. Standing firm, his voice held pride and confidence. "My name is Xylo, and I am here to assist in the liberation of this world and the decisive elimination of all World Trade Fleet scum that think they have a place here."
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Post by Mollusc on Sept 5, 2018 18:51:50 GMT -6
Mollusc was ready but it seemed Nashua was not going to blast him. He'd look at Xylo as she explained she had found some sort of survivor. He'd look over him. "He got a good build." He said, "Strong." Mollusc put his hand on his chin. He didn't say much else as Xylo spoke. He was from Namek he had come here to help it seemed. They had come to help it seemed. Though at the same time, a little too late. He was one of the first namek he had seen. Though he did mention brothers. So he was not alone. He'd then got super excited as he explains he was Xylo. Well, his name was. But he was Xylo. He'd walk over and began to circle him like a hawk observing him, "Your different looking from the pictures I've seen." He'd say putting his hand on his chin.
Did Xylo had somehow lost his godly powers. Maybe after his mission, he lost his power. Then again he didn't know Xylo had brothers. Maybe the other Spirits of Porunga. He looked on very excited. Then he frowned. AS he sat and thought for a minute. It had been 200 years. Xylo was prob dead. The happy super excited jumpy around Mollusc turned into a frowning annoyed one. There were not a lot of names the Namekian choose from. They had that issue. So he just sat down, "Alright well what can we do all about of this. I'm sure there might be some other people hiding out. You found any?" He asked Xylo.
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Post by Nashua on Sept 15, 2018 17:23:59 GMT -6
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Nashua was expecting some big fight to break out wherein she'd have to protect this new Namekian friend as he scrambled to escape. So, it was still a little surprising to her that she happened to encounter the one familiar face on the entire planet. "What're you going here? I thought you were going to the Saiba Pits? Unless, did you already finish gathering Saibamen?" The answer to her question would have to wait a moment, as Mollusc looked over their newfound Namekian friend and complimented his strength. He didn't seem all too powerful to Nashua, though compared to the dozens and dozens of power levels she'd read that dipped well under 100, it wasn't half bad.
"Xylo, huh?" she asked as she returned her attention to the weaker guy in question, crossing her arms over her chest and looking him up and down. Mollusc was right, he didn't exactly look like the warlord Namekian from the history books, but it was easy to assume that it was more of a namesake than the actual guy himself. Mollusc seemed really excited about the prospect of this guy being the one and only historic Namekian warlord, though his excitement seemed to turn to disappointment as he pieced the truth together himself. "I'm not sure there's any others here, really," Nashua interrupted, tapping her scouter to scan for life forms around the area.
"I'm just picking up us three, though it's not like this place would've been all that bustling with activity and life even before the Fleet invasion," she explained, before glancing back at the other two. "Though, uh, I've definitely found others in a couple spots elsewhere, so far," she added on with a slightly sheepish smile so as to keep things from sounding too grim. "There was this Namekian named Radula I met in the castle who elped me get into the vault, along with this other Saiyan guy named Auber. They were... Friendly." Maybe friendly wasn't the best word for both of them, but they were nice enough. And she couldn't blame them for being a bit testy, seeing as they'd been living on a planet dominated by evil warmongers who'd enslaved just about anyone who opposed them.
It took a moment for her to realize she'd totally stepped on Xylo's toes with her own answer. "Ah, sorry, he was asking you, not me," she flusteredly continued, bowing her head slightly towards the angry Namekian. "So, you didn't find any survivors from the distress signal you picked up? Or any hint of what might've happened to them?"
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Post by Xylo Jr. on Sept 16, 2018 2:37:24 GMT -6
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Taken aback, Xylo blinked in confusion. "E-excuse me, pictures?" He blurted out gruffly, still maintaining his outwardly rough mood despite a minor slip up. Xylo tilted his head, cautiously watching Mollusc's... Odd fan-boyish inspection. It didn't take a genius to realize that Mollusc, clearly not being from Namek otherwise Xylo would know him, only knew of Xylo senior, Xylo junior's, namesake. Not one to entertain misinformation, Xylo stepped forward, looking to Nashua with a nod as he sat with Mollusc.
"I apologize for getting your hopes up, but there is little reason for you to be mad. While Xylo is my name, I am evidently not the one you are thinking of. To reiterate, I am Xylo junior, my great grandfather is Xylo senior, the powerful Namekian Lord you have no doubt been told stories of. I was not given the name by way of fanaticism, it is part of my family. I take great pride in my name and my lineage. I aim to be one just as powerful as influential as my great grandfather— an inspiration of freedom, rather than..." Xylo scratched the back of his neck in thought. "Well, rather than what the history books painted him as." Xylo shrugged, some facets of his ancestor's life were embellished and bent towards a different narrative than what was told through his family. He took solace in that he knew the truth more or less.
Regardless, it was now time to talk business. Xylo let Nashua speak, as her information could still prove valuable. He waved away her concerns. "Your stance on this situation is still valued. In the end, we would all potentially know of different survivors, no?" Xylo couldn't help but crack a small smirk. "So I see you have met one of my brothers, then? What did you find in the vault? Anything that could help our mutual cause?"
Looking between the two, Xylo then brought in his side of the story. "Back on Namek, a Saiyan crash landed, badly beaten prior to us receiving a distress signal. I got him to a healer, so that counts for one. Post our arrival here, we retrieved a good amount of the remaining Saibaman spawning equipment as well as one hidden facility. I have personally found two groups of survivors that went into the wastes. Their numbers good, around ten in each group, but they cannot mobilize just yet, there is a Trade Fleet platoon scouting that area. I have traced the distress signal we initially revived to this city here, but as it stands only the most daring would think to hide here..." Xylo's gaze turned to the mural that seemed to have sustained little to no damage in the attack, his eyes narrowed. "However, considering the fact that this place isn't as badly damaged, I have my suspicions. What do you two think?"
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Post by Mollusc on Sept 16, 2018 20:24:20 GMT -6
Nashua asked about the pits if he had gone to it. "Yah I have," Mollusc stated crossing his arms. Did Nashua think he could not do that himself? Regardless he'd look at Xylo Jr. began to explain who he was. He was a descendant of Xylo himself. He smiled as he explained that. He was proud to be a descendant of him for bringing freedom to the namekian people. How Xylo was painted with a bad stroke. He appreciated the man though. He was a hero. A champion of Porunga who fought for what was important for namek. A united people. "Xylo was a good man. I don't know him personally. Though I doubt Porunga would want us divided among race. We are all namekian. No matter what clan our blood is from. That is what I know to be true." He'd state calmly before focusing at the more serious matter at hand.
Xylo did not seem to know any survivors. That what it seemed to be. He then explained how they even figured out about this. Seeing as Xylo was from Namek. a Saiyan had arrived on namek. That brought him to hope that they could soon reach Namek if the saiyans could reach there. They had seemed to be looking for groups of survivors. That was what he got out of it. "I think there could be some out there. Where on this planet I don't know. I suppose we can wait for a sign of Porunga." Mollusc said calmly looking at the sky. Prehaps a sign would come right now and guide them to where they would need to do. Porunga had to answer at some point right?
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Post by Nashua on Sept 17, 2018 9:21:05 GMT -6
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"Oh, Radula is your brother?" she replied, finding it kind of a funny coincidence that she should just happen to run into the two of them back to back. Then again, there were only so many friendly presences on the planet. And, not only was this Xylo a namesake of the original, but rather, his direct descendant! ...Nashua wasn't too sure how to feel about that, really. This Xylo was quick to defend his warmongering ancestor, but that only made sense: not many people would be so quick to disparage their own lineage. Although, Nashua herself had ancestors who'd participated in the Saiyan Solar Empire's conquests, and she wasn't exactly proud of them. But as she gave it some more thought, she figured getting into a debate over the semantics of ancestors wasn't a very good usage of their time right then.
"Ah, well, the vault was practically purged clean," she responded, some disappointment clear in her tone. "But one thing that remained was the crown of the old Solar Empire Queen. I think her name was Habana, though I'm not the greatest with history, to be quite honest." She'd left the crown safely in her ship, and figured she'd at least show that to Vocado once she landed back on Earth. "So, yeah, nothing too uh, helpful, per say. Vocado might like the crown, maybe. He's our king. He's pretty nice." Nashua really needed to learn when she'd said enough. She shut her trap and listened intently as Xylo detailed his encounter with survivors and resistance members, and it brought a bit more hope into the Saiyan's heart.
Mollusc voice his own support for the old Xylo, and Nashua found herself biting her lip and averting her eyes as they narrowed slightly. "I don't know if waiting around for this 'Porunga' is going to be doing us much good," Nashua commented skeptically, before glancing over towards Xylo. "Do you think there might be a platoon around here, too? My scouter hasn't been picking up anything, but they might possibly be suppressing their power or something, like I was doing earlier." Just to be sure, she tapped her scouter again to perform a scan of the surrounding area, though nothing all that noteworthy popped up to her, aside from Mollusc's obviously high power level.
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Post by Xylo Jr. on Oct 1, 2018 7:53:12 GMT -6
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Xylo rolled his shoulders and hummed in thought. Was his ancestor a good man? Now that was a complex and multifaceted idea to think through. "Well, from the stories I have been told in my youth, my great grandfather had good intentions that were marred by unfortunate circumstance. What he wished for is... Well, true now. A unified Namek. Your caste does not, and should not determine who you are morally, your actions should be the indicator of that." Xylo nodded sagely. "However, his methods were not the greatest— he was called a warlord for a reason, that much I will admit." Xylo's expression softened by another minimal fraction knowing that Mollusc was of similar mind. "It is good to know the notion of unity reaches those of us that exist beyond Namek, it gives me hope."
Xylo wondered what sort of impact his younger brother made on the people he had met so far. "Indeed. Radula is my brother. Has a penchant for the strange, I would say. It is admirable though, you never know what to expect from him. Well, unless you're me." Xylo shrugged lightly. Soon enough, he was back to scowling. Those WTF degenerates resorted to thievery as well? Unsurprising. "Our enemy certainly isn't making it any easier to be forgiving of their sins." He sighed deeply as he slowly facepalmed. "At least there was something." Xylo added with an annoyed grunt.
With thoughts now squarely on more present things, Xylo acknowledged both Mollusc and Nashua's concerns. He stood up and focused on his hearing and Ki sense. If anyone of note was around, they were likely being stealthy or they were far away. Aside from his two new allies however, Xylo did feel a mild pull... Coming from below. Rather far below, in fact. "I feel something. Below us." Xylo's brow furrowed in thought. "I doubt there would be a WTF platoon anywhere nearby. If there was, this area would be in worse shape. Another group of survivors might be hidden down below somewhere... But how do we reach them? There has to be a secret around here somewhere." Xylo said as he made his way towards a nearby well. It seemed to have water in it still, so it was unlikely that this was the way down, but something about it looked off— the reflection looked weird. "Its blue...?" The problem here was that Vegeta's sky was pink, and the atmosphere would reflect as such off of any water!
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Post by Mollusc on Oct 3, 2018 20:26:54 GMT -6
Nashua fate in Porunga seemed Lack. "Porunga has never let me down. If he brings a sign he will bring one. If not then it was not met to be." Mollusc stated calmly looking for anything to tip him off. For now, it seemed to be nothing but it didn't mean something would not happen. Xylo did note some stuff about his great-grandfather. How he was called a warlord. "I am not an avid reader but from what I've read his foes were not much better. The only reason some may see him as evil as he didn't win a whole victory. The universe may not have been this way under his family rule. You seem wise enough but we will never know." Mollusc explained smiling at Xylo Jr. He did the name well from what he had seen of him. Nice and honorable was the vibe he got from him.
Xylo then said he heard something below them. He'd look down not seeing anything. He'd note it was most likely not a WTF patrol. Not that he cared. He could have taken them all down and with Nashua, it'd be a cake walk. Regardless of avoiding a fight was also good so he didn't complain. Xylo walked over to a well and seemed to look down. He'd said it was blue. He'd was confused as he looked over, "It is just water." He didn't seem to understand how the sky worked in conjunction with water. So he'd just look down confused at Xylo at what he was going on about.
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