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Post by Nashua on Oct 20, 2018 3:00:28 GMT -6
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"Thank you for your help, Saiyan, this could have been a lot worse if you weren't around," one of the elder Namekians said to Nashua with a bow of his head, as the Saiyan lifted one of the many heavy rocks that laid strewn about the river. "It's no trouble, really," Nashua assured him with a smile as she walked to boulder that was several times her size over to the pile she'd started a few dozen meters away. Quite recently, an unexpected tremor of the earth had caused a cliff side to collapse, with giant rocks spilling over into and blocking the river. It'd have been quite the hassle to clean up for the locals, but luckily, Nashua had still been nearby when it occurred, and was quick to lend a hand. She dealt with the larger ones, while the young Namekian men mostly cleared away other rubble and some of the smaller boulders that had tumbled down.
With a grunt, she gently lowered the big rock onto the blue, grassy ground, taking a few step back afterwards to admire its size. Strength was good for more than just fighting, sometimes! "What are you going to do with all these big rocks, by the way?" she asked, glancing back over towards the elder who was overseeing the operation. "I can help you smash them or break them down, too, if you don't want to have to do that yourselves." The elder brought a hand up to his chin as he raised his gaze towards the top of the giant boulder, clearly going over his options in his head. "Perhaps we could break it down into materials," he mused, "But why don't you finish the cleanup operation, first? Restoring our water is what's more important, for right now. What we do with all these rocks can come after."
Nashua nodded in reply, then turned back to walk over to the rocks that were still left blocking the riverside. Hopefully, once enough of them had been removed, the strength of the water flow would be enough to wash the remaining ones away, though for now, only weak trickles of water managed to seep past the rocks. It could easily flood the village if it wasn't taken care of quickly! Nashua stepped down onto the riverbank and wrapped her arms around another big rock, this one a bit smaller than the last one, and hoisted it up out of the way of the water, allowing some more of the green liquid to begin trickling past. It was tedious work, but not exactly difficult. And it was good to get in the direct contact with the locals, after all the skirmishing they'd be doing around the planet.
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Post by Oboe on Nov 14, 2018 16:59:26 GMT -6
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The recent tremors had been felt all across Namek, reaching even as far north as the Ourobian Village. Due to this, its elder sage – Young Oboe – had taken it upon himself to traverse the lush green landscape and offer his assistance where he could. While not physically the strongest Namekian on Planet – he was one of their more reliable and it was within his purview as a newly elected Sage to check in on those of the neighboring villages and aid where it was needed. Soaring among the clouds, the young Sage had time to reflect on the things he’d learned in the coming days – specifically the information he’d gathered from the Saiyan known as Ochra. A group of individuals called the “World Trade Fleet” had made it their life’s ambition to conquer planets across the sea of stars to sell to the highest bidder while simultaneously enslaving and selling off the planets former inhabitants. Distressing news in a trying time. Connecting many of the dots he’d witnessed these last few weeks – The massive shifts in climate, the random planetary tremors, and what was worse…the expanding negative force that seemed to wash over the planet randomly throughout the days – Oboe was becoming more and more aware of just how bad of a situation his People were in, as well as the danger these World Trade Fleet soldiers presented to his kind. Breaking from his reverie, Oboe gazed down at the first of the villages nearest to his and – to his surprise – saw an unusual sight! Standing among the older Namekians, assisting with cleanup, was a pale skinned humanoid with long brown hair. Her outfit, unconventional, seemed a tad familiar. As she seemed to be offering aid, Oboe felt the desire to come down and inquire, while simultaneously getting a feel for the stranger and their intentions. His levitation ceased as the thin, somewhat athletic build slowly hovered down to the grass below. His arrival was noted by some of the younglings and the elderly and he was greeted with kind, warm acknowledgements. Smiling at man, he gripped his staff tightly as he walked towards the shoreline where flooding had overtaken the village and its crops. Children reaching out to get even a glancing touch of his cape as he stepped past them, his reputation as a healer and sage having preceded the stories of his father’s passing. Smiling with warmth at each young face, he continued forward until he was greeted in a warm embrace by the elder Namekian next to the young pale skinned female. “Young Oboe! It’s been far too long! The last I saw you was…your fathers…” The namekian trailed off for a moment before returning to his delightful expressions. “What brings you to our small Home?” The elder asked, his wrinkled face caked in sweat from the exertions of the day. “Elder Tomori, how good to see you. I apologize for not coming sooner, I felt the tremors and immediately left to check on you and the others; Though it seems as if I wasn’t the only one whom decided to help. Thank you off-worlder, you have my gratitude.” Oboes voice was a soft tenor, filled with warmth and kindness that nearly always mirrored others of his caste. Bowing low in appreciation, the Namekian would remain that way for a moment before standing upright again. “What may I call you, Hero to my People? What brings you to the Village?” He was curious, still, as to the strangers purpose. Even still, he wouldn’t allow such feelings to get in the way of manners – his Village’s highest concern. |
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Post by Nashua on Nov 16, 2018 14:22:15 GMT -6
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The Saiyan was mostly occupied by making sure she didn't accidentally drop the giant rock she was carrying on top of herself, so she hardly noticed when another Namekian appeared and began chatting with the elder. It was only when he properly addressed her himself and she'd set the large chunk of the ground down safely near all the other boulders that she turned towards him and replied while dusting off her hands. "Oh, um, you can call me Nashua," she replied with a small smile. Having him call her 'hero to his people' was a bit unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. "I'm not anything special, though, I assure you any member of the Saiyan Kingdom would've helped if they'd come along, I just happened to be flying overhead when I spotted this, so I figured it'd do no harm for me to try and help out."
She nodded at the Namekian before turning back towards the river. There were more than enough rocks left to still cause problems for the town, if they were left unmoved. Nashua considered it'd be more efficient to just blast them away with ki power, but then the village couldn't use the rocks for materials as the elder had suggested. Plus, the debris would fly everywhere and might hurt someone. So, heavy lifting it was! The Saiyan approached the riverside again, then glanced back at the two Namekians. The elder was obviously too old to be doing heavy manual labor, but the green man next to him looked quite a big younger, and more able. Nashua tapped her scouter out of curiosity to check his power level, and found it to be a quite respectable 14,000. Not bad, really, especially compared to all the other Namekian villagers.
"Hey," she said, "If you're not busy, do you think you could help me move these, too?" she asked, gesturing back at the rocks. "You're pretty strong, so I'm sure you can lend a proper hand! If you're not busy, of course." Regardless of his answer, Nashua turned back towards the pile of rubble and waded into the shallow water, bending her knees and wrapped her arms around under one of the rugged boulders and hoisting it up out of the water, carefully stomping her way back onto dry land with it gripped tightly in her arms. "They're pretty heavy, though, I'll warn you!" she exclaimed as she struggled to keep herself from dropping the both slippery wet and very heavy rock.
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Post by Oboe on Nov 24, 2018 23:44:57 GMT -6
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Smiling kindly, he nodded in exchange of the name. Nashua, a fine name for a nice individual. Oboe’s eyes widened as he overheard her state that she was a member of the Saiyan Kingdom and became ever more curious. Was she an acquaintance of Ochra, the Saiyan whom had come to his village not too long ago looking for his father? If so, he could easily understand her position and accept her words as truth; Ochra had been a fine and respectful visitor to his people, even partaking of some individual training to assist him with his new position while simultaneously test the depths of the warrior race’s power. Reaching out with his highly trained senses, Oboe could feel the massive disparity between the two of them; The young lady clearly holding the serious advantage in terms of raw, unadulterated power. The very fact that her own internalized power was so colossal that even he didn’t sense an end to it. Saiyans truly were an amazing species. Nodding to the young lady as she asked for assistance, Oboe responded; “Aye, that’s actually why I’m here Ms. Nashua, to assist my brothers. I’ll begin now.” With a pep in his step, the Young Sage began to help with the process of transporting each large boulder from its location in the river, fields or other areas of inconvenience and moved them to the gathering location so that the concrete fixtures could be reworked to help with the village’s repairs. Grunting with exertion, the Sage was quite obviously not as used to Physical Labor as some of his brethren, the sweat beading from his brow clearly visible in the overhead pair of suns that orbited the green gem. Time passed as the suns grew higher and higher in the afternoon sky – its tremendous heat bearing down upon the pair of assistants. The Saiyan was not jesting when she exclaimed to the sheer weight – which he currently struggled with - of the giant stone edifices that had unfortunately been dislodged by the recent bout of Earthquakes; The cause of which, as he’d discovered, had been due to the recent visitors whom had deemed the Planet fit for exploration and, likely worse, enslavement. Their conflicts across the once peaceful landscape had caused the planet to experience topological shifts the likes of which the planet had not seen in ages. A true cause of concern and the reason he’d been flying in this direction in the first place. His new position as a Sage had made him privy to a higher purpose for his people – a way of life dictated by the old texts and as such, it was in this humbling work of helping his others that he was able to hone his body and his mind simultaneously. While he worked, Oboe continued his steady contemplations of the Saiyans and their presence on his planet. So far, with introductions to their kind in the ways of Ochra and Nashua herself, Oboe was beginning to feel as if the pale complexioned visitors from another world were genuinely there to assist keep his people safe from the likes of the World Trade Federation – the maniacal group of criminal planet-brokers that the later had spoken of. There actions alone had more than proven to him that their cause was just and righteous, and maybe it was that reason more than any other that recently something had begun to stir inside of him. Something that had never once been felt, an urge – the desire to see with his own eyes the world of the Saiyans – once wrestled from the control of this Trade Fleet. As the pair continued their persistent work, the Village Elder finally called the two of them over for refreshments, in his pale olive hands was a tray with Ice Cold Water and a few vegetables and fruit from their personal gardens. A rare treat in such a humble farming hamlet. Reaching up an arm to wipe his brow, the young Sage gratefully accepted the offering of the cool liquid on this hot, trudging day. Looking over at Nashua, he decided he’d like to ask some more questions of her – to better understand the Saiyans at the very least. Waiting until the villagers were once again occupied, too busy to hear their conversation, Oboe decided to bring voice to his concerns. “Ms. Nashua, I once again must thank you for your help. If you hadn’t come to their aid, my people may have been waiting for days just for me to help complete this task. With your assistance, we’ve been able to nearly wrap this up in one. Your people have been very gracious in the assistance they’ve offered my own, yourself included.” The sage paused for a moment as he considered how to approach this next line of questioning, his mind a race with the potential outcome if the response proved to be against the stories, he’d been told already by the first Saiyan he encountered. While he wished to believe the man fully, and had already offered his assistance to his cause – he needed to know from another if his words rung consistent across the land. “Tell me, have you heard of a young Saiyan warrior that goes by the name Ochra? When he came to my village, he spoke to me of a horrible group of Planet Brokers calling themselves the World Trade Fleet? He said that they have taken your home but…after meeting you I find such a task difficult even for a group. I can sense your power and – much like his own – yours is equally as eclipsing. Can there really be a force out there that strong? Are they really here?” He was concerned at how this line of questioning may come off to the young lady whom had just come here to help. Perhaps she wasn’t wrapped up in any of the Other’s tale, maybe even just a visitor with a different purpose. However, the presence of multiple Saiyans in one location didn’t seem like a coincidence. He felt confident in his assessment that they had come here for something, but he wasn’t quite yet ready to ask what that may have been. Still, his gaze was honest and his tone held no judgement. |
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Post by Nashua on Nov 25, 2018 6:21:56 GMT -6
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Nashua was personally quite glad when the Namekian named Oboe stepped in to help out, and gave him a thumbs up before she continued to hoist the rocks out of troublesome spots. After a while, the river had been mostly cleared to the point that they no longer needed to fear any sort of devastating flood, and the rocks that had flown into the crop fields and residential areas had been cleared away for the most part, as well. There was still some work left to do, but it was far from an urgent situation anymore, so when the elder called the pair over to give them refreshments, she was alright with taking a break. Her arms were starting to get tired, anyway! The Saiyan happily accepted the drink and fruits from the elder, bowing her head in thanks towards him before taking a refreshing sip of the ice cold liquid.
She didn't say anything to the other Namekian at first, more focused on refreshing herself with the food and water, but once he started speaking, she quickly responded herself. "Oh, it's nothing, really - I couldn't sit idly by, knowing the village might have been in danger of a flood or something!" she insisted with a wide smile at the younger of the two Namekian sages. "But, I appreciate the thanks, and hospitality, either way," she added on, remembering it could be just as rude to refuse a thanks as it was to gloat in one. She took another sip of her water and eyed the friendly Namekian, noting the look of deep thought upon his face. She briefly wondered what he might be pondering, though quickly found that question answered when he spoke again. "Ochra? Yeah, we're friends! I've sparred with him a couple of times, even!"
When it came to the matter of the Fleet, though, Nashua's smile dissipated. She could understand where he was coming from, though - her power level eclipsed most others around. "It is true, Planet Vegeta was taken over by the Fleet about... nine months ago, now?" she replied, "And, you're right, with my power I could probably put up a decent fight. But I was nowhere near this strong, back then. In fact, I don't think my power level was even above a thousand, at the time." She recalled how helpless she'd felt, being sent into a state of near death by a single attack, her barely conscious body being shoved into an attack pod and blasted off into space by an ally as countless other Saiyans remained to stay and fight. It was one of the worst days of her life, but also the turning point.
"You see, Saiyans have something in their blood called 'Zenkai'," she started to explain, "And every time we almost die or get beaten really badly, our power increases significantly. And, uh, I've almost died a lot." She chuckled a little bit at her own explanation for her power, but hey, at least it meant she was earning something for all the physical torment she was constantly put through. "But, either way, all of us in the Saiyan Kingdom are marginally stronger than we were back when the World Trade Fleet first came knocking. After we gather the Dragon Balls on this planet, we plan to go and kick them out of our home planet, once and for all!" She sounded more confident as she spoke, and ended with furrowed brows and a determined smile. Wait, she'd forgotten his question. "Oh, yeah, they're here. They want the Dragon Balls, too, actually."
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Post by Oboe on Nov 26, 2018 17:18:50 GMT -6
The kindness emanating from this Saiyan was equivalent to that of a Namekian and it caused the olive-green man to smile. Her familiarity with Ochra made things a bit easier, both for him and for his line of questions. The confirmation, while seemingly not a big deal, helped confirm atleast the identity of Ochra and, as the female continued to explain that she too had come to blows – purely for training – with the other Saiyan, a fact that caused a smile to tug at the sides of his lips. For a race of bloodthirsty, barbaric warriors – the Saiyans had come off more respectful than one would have expected. Their brutal Savagery and reports therein most likely wives’ tales to scare young Namekians back into their nests. The two seemed to enjoy each other’s company for a time until, unfortunately, the topic had come to rest on his second line of curiosity.
Nine Months. Such a length in time and yet even now the Saiyans struggled to retake their home world? Such a reality seemed hard to understand when sitting before such tremendous strength. Nashua’s explanation hadn’t done much else to ease his mind, the telling of her near lifeless body being ushered into an escape pod and sent off-world in time to avoid destruction? Enslavement? Such things caused the Namekian’s heart to skip a beat…or two. The conversation continued, and Oboe was saddened at the story of how the Fleet had come upon Vegeta like a band of Hungry Locusts. With disgust in his stomach, he nearly wanted wretch.
As she continued, more made sense – the Saiyans weren’t nearly as prepared for the might of the Fleet when they’d first come to pass, and it was in that nine months that their preparations and desires had built their power up to such high extremes. An end to a means he supposed. Talk of things like ‘Zenkai’ and other bloodline limitations were very much interesting to him, if albeit above his paygrade. The topic of warriors and their abilities that made them stronger was more of the Warrior Caste’s department, not so much his own. Still, he listened with vested interest and gave credence to the respectful mannerisms he exhibited to pay back her own. Though, no matter what he had been ready for, nothing prepared him for her explanation as to what brought all of them to this one planet.
“The Dragon Balls? You’re all here for Porunga’s wishes?!”
There was a slight edge to his voice, a tone that made it clear he did not agree with the decision to call upon the elder Dragon for anything short of a Planetary need, a cause so great that only his great mystical power could save the day. Inhaling deeply, he apologized;
“I’m sorry, that sounds worse than I meant for it. You must understand, for our people – the very thought of using the Great Spheres is unheard of. While I cannot disagree with your need – it does sound very desperate – it still boggles me that people off-world had heard of them. Tell me, where did you hear of the Dragon Balls?”
Having not traveled the Sea of Stars yet, his own youth a cause of that, Oboe had no idea that there were other planets that had also felt the weight of the Wish Orbs presence. Having been untaught in such things, Oboe found the idea of people from off-world hearing about an ancient artifact such as the Dragon Orbs as curious. Still, the edge to his voice left the moment it was uttered and it was ver clear that the only thing he was concerned about was the use and what the need was. “What is – pre-tell – your wish?”
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Post by Nashua on Nov 27, 2018 7:30:28 GMT -6
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The Namekian sage listened quietly, with eyes full of thought, and remained so until Nashua had mostly finished speaking. When she mentioned the Dragon Balls, however, his eyes grew quickly wide with shock, and he momentarily lost his composure to exclaim his disbelief. "U-Um, yes, we are," Nashua quickly responded, though the hesitance in her tone of voice was clear. She hadn't expected him to be so instantly appalled! He quickly calmed himself, though, and much more quietly inquired about how they'd heard of the 'Great Spheres'. "They're... Pretty well known?" Nashua replied, "Well, in Saiyan history, anyway - I'm not sure how well aware most other cultures are of them, but during the Solar Empire days, the Dragon Balls were utilized multiple times, and we've kept record of them. Of course, we haven't exactly had a moment so desperate as to need to use them, for a long time."
She hoped that that explanation would be good enough for Oboe to be satisfied with. If not, then, well, her next answers would probably only continue to disappoint him. The Namekian asked what the wishes were planned to be, and, after their whole slightly heated discussion in the war room back on base, Nashua knew exactly how to answer. "Well, I believe our first wish is to revive some warriors from planet Earth who died defending it from Fleet forces," she explained, "We wanted to ensure that Earth would be safe under their protection. ...I mean, they did die against the Fleet last time, but, um, hopefully they can defend it a little better once they come back to life." She took a quick sip of water to clear up her increasingly dry throat, and once she'd swallowed the refreshing, clear liquid, she continued.
"Secondly, we plan to wish for shared power among our top officers in the Kingdom," she explained. A wish for power likely sounded frightening to anyone, so she very quickly began to explain the logic of it. "You see, we didn't want any one person to become so powerful that nobody in the galaxy could stand to stop them, so we decided that to split this power among four of us would allow us all to keep each other in check, and no one can go mad with power. That makes sense, right?" she finished with a question that she hoped she already knew the answer to. Still, one wish remained to explain to Oboe, although it was the one wish she wasn't one hundred percent clear about. "And then, uh, there's a third wish," she began, the nervousness in her tone of voice clear as day to anyone who heard it.
"It's being made by a Konatsian - I believe Typha is his name - he's helping us gather the Dragon Balls, and in exchange for his assistance, he is being allowed to make the third and final wish, of his own choosing. I don't know what that will be, though..." she trailed off at the end, some clear concern visible upon her face, though she quickly brightened up with a smile. "We just hope these wishes can help restore peace to the galaxy, it's been a tumultuous time for us all. And, well," she paused, taking another sip of water. "The other pro to us getting the wishes is that the Fleet members who've been sniffing around Namek for the Dragon Balls won't be able to get their hands on them like they've been trying to." The Saiyan stood up and turned around, displaying her rear end to the sage's face. "I lost my tail trying to stop one of the Fleet members from stealing your Dragon Balls, even!"
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Post by Oboe on Nov 29, 2018 15:36:48 GMT -6
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As the young Saiyan girl continued, Oboe felt himself relaxing more and more into her words. It had come to a shock to him that the Wish Spheres of his home world were so well known across the galaxy – but there was still much he’d not known about the going on’s off world, a downside to having spent his entire existence on the planet of his birth. While he still held reservations on the use of the Wish Orbs, he did however give the Saiyan the opportunity to speak her peace without interruption. After-all, its not like he could stop the Off-Worlders even if he had wanted to as the sheer difference in strength was more than palpable. The Saiyan continued and explained the priority of each wish and the reasoning behind them, and to his own benefit – he found no true issue with her requests of the Great Holy Dragon. The first wish? To revive those who fell in the heat of battle trying to defend their fellows? A Noble cause, truly. Oboe felt his lips twitch into a smile as he nodded for the young lady to continue. The second wish was a bit more egregious; The desire for more power, even for self-defense, was a selfish endeavor and only benefitted those who received the blessing – not always those they made the wish for (The people or citizens they wish to protect). In his life, the lessons of his father rang true: Power Corrupts, Absolutely. Sighing to himself, less to her, he bit his tongue. The Saiyans had come all this way, benefited his people – helped where they could. While not all of them had been outstanding guests, the primary few had been more than enough to paint a glorious picture of the Saiyans as good, kind=hearted people with a Warriors Spirit. In this light, he was more than happy to look past the selfishness of such a wish and simply settle in his heart that they’re only doing what they have to. After all, if they weren’t aware of the implications that such a wish could cause she wouldn’t have added the addendum that the power would be split to ensure not one was stronger than the rest. Checks and balances – he could appreciate it but it was still a cause for concern. Nashua, whom up till now seemed so confident in her responses suddenly became very fidgety. The trepidation in her voice was indication that she wasn’t quite so sure of her next line of commentary but offered it up nonetheless as information she knew. Oboe could tell immediately she wasn’t attempting to mislead him. With a warm smile, he nodded towards her, urging her to continue. She exclaimed that a Konatsian named Typha was assisting them in collection of the Dragon Balls of Namek in exchange for a single wish – though the nature of said desire was not known to the young girl, she vehemently shifted topics to exclaim the positive note of the Trade Fleet’s inability to make a wish if they were able to obtain the Dragon Balls first. An interesting take, though not as interesting – or embarrassing – as the young girl standing and presenting her Rear, crying about a lost tail that – after a soft examination and bit of embarrassment on his own front – he noted was clearly missing an appendage by way of a stump on the small of her tailbone. Clearing his throat, mostly to excuse himself from the display, Oboe stood and slowly stepped forward a bit. His mind was racing with the implications of her story. On the one hand, the Saiyans up until now have proven to mean No Harm to his people or their way of life (So far as he could tell). Their intentions thus far had come off – through his various conversations – as being selfless in the pursuit of freeing their home world and being able to return to the land of their forefathers. On the other hand, grievously using the Orbs of Power for such base desires was an affront to the Dragon Caste in general! The teachings of his clan having made it very clear that the great dragon, Porunga, was not to be summoned lightly, no matter the cost. The young sage found himself conflicted on the cusp of Feeling and Religion, a dangerous ledge to balance on for any, lest of all one whom was to become a spiritual leader to his people. For a moment, his silence became deafening and with a start he remembered there was a young lady sitting here awaiting his own commentary. Excusing himself for the moment, Oboe finally responded to the long explanation in his own way. “I see…and those wishes sound noble – if not a bit foolish in some regards. Nevertheless, I find myself at a disadvantage. We’ve been lucky – my people and I – that as of now, that we’re aware of here in this part of our planet have not yet encountered the atrocities or violence of this ‘Trade Fleet’. It’s in this ignorance alone that I cannot grasp the depths of the situation befalling you and your own. Even this Konatsian – a race of which I’m equally as unfamiliar – seems to play a part in all of this and in your own uncertainty I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.” Oboe realized that his tone may have come off more chastising than he’d intended. Turning on his heel and bringing his hands up in Mock Defense, he once again offered a disarming smile and a genuine tone; “Still! Your people have been good to my own – and in our own way, we tend to appreciate kindness and manners more than anything. Its in this understanding alone that I will of course not impede on your quest to achieve those desires which you require to take back your home. As I told Ochra in my own Village, he not only has my support – but my assistance. I wish to one day set my eyes upon your home world as you’ve been privileged to mine.” His declaration was more than evident that he’d not only be of no issue to the Saiyans in their effort to achieve the Dragon Balls and summon the great Porunga, it was also an indication that in him the Saiyans may have found an Ally on this world for the longer term; Threats from the World Trade Fleet notwithstanding, the Saiyans and Fleet would only be the first to show on this world now that his people had ceased their self-imposed exile from the universe. In that time, he’d hope that by building these relationships and offering these olive branches that when and if the time once again came, there would be hope that help persisted for his people among the Sea of Stars. A curiosity finally clicked in his mind, during the entire time of her explaining the desires to be requested of Porunga, as well as the quest to collect the Dragon Balls, one piece to the ever-growing puzzle had yet to be connected. “…How DID your people find the Dragon Balls anyway? It’s not like they’re easy to find on a normal occasion.” |
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Post by Nashua on Nov 30, 2018 1:12:18 GMT -6
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It was kind of difficult to properly read the Namekian's face after she'd finished answering. That was partly because she was turned away from him and shoving her rear end in his face, which she had only just realized would have looked pretty strange out of context. She quickly sat herself back down, only for him to stand up and take a step away in silence, clearly deep in thought about how to respond. At a guess, he wouldn't be thrilled about the plan to wish for power, or maybe the wild card that was the Konatsian. Still, all Nashua could do was silently guess and quietly sip at her drink until Oboe finally spoke again. She looked a bit troubled as Oboe stated his doubt and lack of an ability to comprehend the true strength of the World Trade Fleet without seeing it for himself - did he really need to see their handiwork with his own eyes to trust in it?
On the bright side, he stated he had no ill will towards their goal, and that he wouldn't get in the way of it, either. "Oh, thank you," Nashua replied with some apparent relief. "I promise we'll be out of your hair once this is all over, as well." She reached over to take a bite of one of the fruits laid on the table as Oboe continued, this time asking how they came to find the Balls. "Well," she started, interrupting herself by taking a big bite of the fruit in her hand. She took a moment to chew and swallow, then continued, "We have these devices called' Dragon Radars' that can lock onto a Dragon Ball's energy signature and track it. They're kind of clunky sometimes and take forever to recharge, but, yeah, that's how we found them all so far."
Nashua shoved the last bit of fruit into her mouth, and shut her eyes as the sweet, juicy flavor overwhelmed her taste buds, before chewing and swallowing the last bits. The Saiyan stood up onto her own feet and wiped the pieces of fruit and juice off her lips, then spoke again. "There was one wish I was really hoping to make that didn't quite make the cut, though," she said, a hint of somberness present on the edges of her tone of voice. "When Vegeta was attacked, I lost a lot of people close to me: my friends, family, soldiers in arms... I was hoping that I could wish to revive them, now, but the other members of the Kingdom didn't seem to think they were a... Priority, I suppose." She turned back to look at Oboe, with a bit of pain in her eyes, though her tone of voice changed to try and hide said pain. "So, I was wondering, you wouldn't mind if I return here again, someday, to make that wish, too? I wouln't want to abuse the power you hold sacred more often than necessary."
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Post by Oboe on Dec 7, 2018 18:02:46 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 14,000
Active Transformations: None
Her explanations were more than helpful. Oboe found that he was more and more interested in the technology of the outsiders than he’d thought. Such ingenuity! A device – no matter the drain of power – that could track the unique energy signature of the Dragon Balls? Amazing. He felt though that maybe she misunderstood his intent earlier, her statement about leaving being just a bit hasty. Her tone became somber, causing Oboe to regard her more curiously. It was obvious she had felt pain; When she asked if she could return for the dragon balls, one day, for such a genuine wish – how could he respond otherwise? “Of course, I would be pleased to assist you if the time came for you to return. The wish of righting a wrong such as that which had befallen your planet is of course a righteous one. Your people have not been the causality of the pain that has come to my world – the situation brought to you by the Trade Fleet have.” The Namekian could sympathize with the plight of the Saiyans, and to that end he had deemed them a worthier set of creatures to obtain the Dragon Balls than the devious destroyers that made up the Fleet. While it was not his place, he felt that as a Spiritual Leader – regardless of his experience – it was his duty to at least take an interest in the going-on’s of his world and people, and its visitors. Smiling, he finished his drink of water before nodding towards the distance. He looked over the people of this village and, noting that most of the clean-up was done, he felt satisfied that they’d recover from here. “I must return to my Village, there’s much I must consider – and I’d like to speak further with my people. It seems I’ll be leaving them for a bit longer than I’d expected. I plan to travel my planet and see for myself the damage that has been done. I hope that at some point we’ll meet again Miss Nashua. You have been more than a delight and I would find myself very grateful to see you again under better circumstances.” With that, Oboe began to hover high into the air. With a flash of golden white light, the Namekian soared off into the distance – moving westward. His mind racing with the idea of what his planet had gone through. He was thankful the Saiyans had been here to – for the most part – run interference on the fleet, but it wasn’t their job. It was his. Oboe Leaves To Go Home |
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