Post by Oboe on Feb 20, 2019 18:28:32 GMT -6
The time on earth had been equal parts educational as it was breathtaking. Though he’d come to find the planet by accident, Oboe was very glad his luck – strange as it was – had placed him on this gem of a world. Having met with Chime, a fellow Namekian also following the ancient ways and in essence fulfilling the same role as himself on this world as its Guardian; Oboe felt enamored and more at peace than he’d been in a long while. The younger Egglings wise words and youthful exuberance was more than uplifting after such trying events back on his home world. Though rushed as it had been, The trip had more than made up for its dangerous outcomes.
What was grander was his meeting and understanding of the Arcosian Hale, the wonderful being that had been his savior thus far during his time on this planet. He’d hoped to have been able to spend more time with the pair, having not felt this at ease with anyone in such a long period of time – the only exception having been Zynth. Thankfully, the damage to his ship, with the help of the pair, had been relatively swift to take care of with Oboe opting to take care of the more serious and complicated matters by hiring and transporting his vessel to more experienced and talented craftsman on this world. Though it’d been a bit rocky at first to understand the concepts of money and services – the Sage nevertheless persevered and was prepared to return to his people, thankfully with news of one of their own.
While he absentmindedly went through the final checklist of operations he’d been instructed to follow by this planets extremely gifted mechanics and engineers, Oboe admired the interior of his newly restored ship. The ancient corridors dilapidated as they had seemed upon his first launch, were now freshly installed with new lacquers of paint and more up to date materials. The gloomy appearance of the former lighting situation having been restored to a more sterile appearance. Each room had been painstakingly removed and remodeled keeping close attention to maintaining much of the original layout and intention for each room. Thanks to the Earthlings, this ship had been restored to much more than a space-faring vessel; For the first time since his father’s death – he felt at home.
A sharp sound caught the Sage’s attention; Shrill and vibrant, it emanated from his father’s old library – a strange but comforting room that he’d gone through back on Namek upon his first inspection of the vessel. Wincing as he approached the bulkhead doorway, the sound grew ever louder which brought forth no minor annoyance to the Namek. Entering the restored room, Oboe looked towards the bookshelves, trying desperately to find the source of the irritation. As he ruffled through the many different stacks of parchment and scrolls, a familiar sight fell to the floor – a hum of energy fluxuating around its surface. It was his father’s Journal disc.
Reaching down to grasp it, The Namekian brought it closer to his face which – thankfully – caused the shrieking noise to cease. “Curious…why would you go off now?” Oboe asked to no one particularly. Flipping the object over and over in his palm, he examined the device a bit longer before suddenly, a burning sensation coursed through his veins – his eyes filling with a blinding light. Yelling out in fear and pain, Oboe screamed before finally falling to the ground, motionless. The Disc he’d picked up floating just above his head – a stream of light pouring into his skull. Whatever was occurring, the rise and fall of the Namekian’s chest was the only indication that he was alive.
What was grander was his meeting and understanding of the Arcosian Hale, the wonderful being that had been his savior thus far during his time on this planet. He’d hoped to have been able to spend more time with the pair, having not felt this at ease with anyone in such a long period of time – the only exception having been Zynth. Thankfully, the damage to his ship, with the help of the pair, had been relatively swift to take care of with Oboe opting to take care of the more serious and complicated matters by hiring and transporting his vessel to more experienced and talented craftsman on this world. Though it’d been a bit rocky at first to understand the concepts of money and services – the Sage nevertheless persevered and was prepared to return to his people, thankfully with news of one of their own.
While he absentmindedly went through the final checklist of operations he’d been instructed to follow by this planets extremely gifted mechanics and engineers, Oboe admired the interior of his newly restored ship. The ancient corridors dilapidated as they had seemed upon his first launch, were now freshly installed with new lacquers of paint and more up to date materials. The gloomy appearance of the former lighting situation having been restored to a more sterile appearance. Each room had been painstakingly removed and remodeled keeping close attention to maintaining much of the original layout and intention for each room. Thanks to the Earthlings, this ship had been restored to much more than a space-faring vessel; For the first time since his father’s death – he felt at home.
A sharp sound caught the Sage’s attention; Shrill and vibrant, it emanated from his father’s old library – a strange but comforting room that he’d gone through back on Namek upon his first inspection of the vessel. Wincing as he approached the bulkhead doorway, the sound grew ever louder which brought forth no minor annoyance to the Namek. Entering the restored room, Oboe looked towards the bookshelves, trying desperately to find the source of the irritation. As he ruffled through the many different stacks of parchment and scrolls, a familiar sight fell to the floor – a hum of energy fluxuating around its surface. It was his father’s Journal disc.
Reaching down to grasp it, The Namekian brought it closer to his face which – thankfully – caused the shrieking noise to cease. “Curious…why would you go off now?” Oboe asked to no one particularly. Flipping the object over and over in his palm, he examined the device a bit longer before suddenly, a burning sensation coursed through his veins – his eyes filling with a blinding light. Yelling out in fear and pain, Oboe screamed before finally falling to the ground, motionless. The Disc he’d picked up floating just above his head – a stream of light pouring into his skull. Whatever was occurring, the rise and fall of the Namekian’s chest was the only indication that he was alive.
