Post by Oboe on Feb 19, 2019 15:42:52 GMT -6
The arid heat of the wasteland before him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced on Namek. A huge contrast from the cool plains and gentle skies, Diablo Desert was the opposite of everything a Namekian would call “Comfortable”. The long stretch of sand and desolation was more than a bit morose – Oboe found it hard to believe anyone could survive in such horrid conditions, thinking back to the tumultuous and dangerous areas near the Outer Plait, located on his planet’s Northern Scar and how no Namekian – even of the Mazoku Tribes – could ever call the land a Home. Yet, far in the distance, Oboe caught sight of his destination; The massive edifice stuck out like a sore thumb as Muscle Tower (Home of his new friend, Hale) towered over the landscape.
Much like the Arcosian, the massive structure was every bit as intimidating as it was large – a clear parallel of the man he’d met days before. Swooping low towards the ground, preparing to land, Oboe kept his eyes peeled for any defensive placements, reminding himself that unlike his people others aren’t as secure with their safety. As the flames of his flight dissipated into the atmosphere, the Namekian approached the large doorway that was most apparent – even on his fly up. Reaching a tentative arm out, the Namekian would rap on the door like an eager salesman.
Having made his way to one of the many Cities on the Planet, he’d found that the people of this world had been far more technologically inclined this his own kind, having created wonderful devices called “Capsules” which allowed him to move his massive vehicle from place to place without having to move its tremendous mass. It was this alone that had been the cause of his trip to the other’s home, having been reminded that the man had – on the day he’d saved his life – offered to help him with some of the repairs to his ship. Oboe was here to collect. That, of course, wasn’t his only reason for being here. Mostly, Oboe wanted to see how the other lived his daily life, and to of course offer him anything he could as thanks for his assistance.
Steeling himself for the encounter once more, Oboe waited for a response.
Much like the Arcosian, the massive structure was every bit as intimidating as it was large – a clear parallel of the man he’d met days before. Swooping low towards the ground, preparing to land, Oboe kept his eyes peeled for any defensive placements, reminding himself that unlike his people others aren’t as secure with their safety. As the flames of his flight dissipated into the atmosphere, the Namekian approached the large doorway that was most apparent – even on his fly up. Reaching a tentative arm out, the Namekian would rap on the door like an eager salesman.
Having made his way to one of the many Cities on the Planet, he’d found that the people of this world had been far more technologically inclined this his own kind, having created wonderful devices called “Capsules” which allowed him to move his massive vehicle from place to place without having to move its tremendous mass. It was this alone that had been the cause of his trip to the other’s home, having been reminded that the man had – on the day he’d saved his life – offered to help him with some of the repairs to his ship. Oboe was here to collect. That, of course, wasn’t his only reason for being here. Mostly, Oboe wanted to see how the other lived his daily life, and to of course offer him anything he could as thanks for his assistance.
Steeling himself for the encounter once more, Oboe waited for a response.
