Siberian's tail swished back and forth as he navigated the volcanic wastes. This section of Namek, the Northen Scar as it was called, was vastly different from where he had landed. It lacked the lush bluegrass and large trees that the planet was known for. They had instead been replaced by deep volcanic fissures that ran through the barren ground. Sending waves of intense heat deep from Namek's core up into the air. This made travel for lesser beings difficult or even impossible altogether. Siberian had very little issue dealing with such intense temperatures himself. The incredible durability of his race had its perks after all. Not even the vacuum that was space was an obstacle for his people. Of course, being able to withstand the heat didn't mean Siberian enjoyed it.
In fact, the look on his face read as though he was slightly uncomfortable. He scowled and unscoweled several times as advanced ever forward stepping over rocks and burnt tree trunks. The sacrifice of his comfort was necessary on Siberian's part. Especially if Siberian hoped to make any progress on his mission. Speaking of his mission, it was going to take a lot longer than he originally thought it would. Since his arrival on Namek Siberian had encountered several road bumps. Most of which he'd been able to work through using subtle manipulation. The people of Namek were surprisingly trusting and easy to manipulate if you knew what you were doing. At least the one he had come across so far anyway. Not all of his problems could be solved through such methods, however.
One, in particular, had set the WTF agent back a great deal. And that was his inability to get in contact with his fellow WTF agent on Namek. They were supposed to have arrived before him but Siberian had found no such signs. Not even the locals had heard or seen anyone else arrive on Namek. To say he had been frustrated over the situation would have been an understatement. Siberian had been rather livid over the setback. But over the last few days, he'd come to grips with the fact he was alone here. A single soldier on a world of hostiles. The odds of conquering the planet certainly weren't in his favor. Such a thing wasn't going to stop the lizard though. He'd been given the mission to assume control of Namek and that's exactly what he was going to do. No matter what happened or who tried to stand in his way.
Which is exactly why Siberian had left the Ajisa Mainland to explorer the Northen Scar. Siberian had learned from the people of the village he had been staying at. That the Northen Scar had largely been abandoned by the Namekians. Only the most brazen and hardy of their people enter into the volcanic frontier. With this information and information provided to him by a Namekian wanderer named Mollusc. Siberian made the assumption that the Northen Scar would be the most likely location to house a World Trade Fleet base. Or at least the remains of one anyway. Mollusc had told them there were a few left on Namek. The poor Namekian hadn't known he was helping a WTF agent at the time of providing this information. But that was his own fault now, wasn't it? Siberian smiled and began to chuckle at that thought.
Soon Siberian found himself arriving at his destination. Not the WTF base he had been looking for. But rather the top of a large plateau that overlooked a vast majority of the Outer Plait. With such a great vantage point he'd surely be able to find what he was looking for far easier. Just in case though he had something to assist him. He touched at the side of the scouter that covered his right eye. It was the one provided to him by the WTF. Siberian had thought it been destroyed during his crash to Namek. But as he rummaged through the remains of his Spacepod he had found it remarkably untouched. A miracle if he had ever seen one. Siberian had set the scouter to pick up on any nearby WTF signals. And sure enough, it began to ping. Something in the distance matched the frequency he was looking for.
Perfect. Siberian leaped off the plateau and onto the ground below and began to make his way towards the signal. Entirely unaware that his scouter was also picking up the energy of someone nearby.
High above, clearing the clouds out of the way, a large fireball brightened the sunlit skies for miles. Its burning luminescence a strange scene, yet as of late not an unwelcome one considering the sheer number of visitors to the planet since the death of their great spiritual leader. Trails of smoke left contrails of vapor left hanging in the air as the ball of flames swiftly dissipated its flames before revealing the visage of a Namekian ship underneath. Bronze and gold metalics caused the vessel to gleam brightly in the dual sun-light of the planet, a far cry different from the usual bland white of the Namekian peoples design aesthetic.
A sonic boom filled the air as the ship’s reverse momentum kicked into gear, the space-faring ship slowing its approach as it came towards the torn ground below. The pilot had seemingly chosen to land in the wasteland that was “The Scar” to either hide their approach…or something else. Nevertheless, there wasn’t much life to be seen for miles, so when the ship gracefully landed upon the ground – landing gear extending outward like the legs of a spider – it was to no fanfare. With a Snap-Hiss, a large door opened at the very top of the Ship – its multi-tiered structure giving the appearance of a warped upside-down Mushroom – revealing the pilot from within. Standing above the vessel, eyes scanning the Horizon, the figure would notice that their landing position was only a few yards from the WTF Encampment left abandoned by those whom had come to the planet only months ago. Bending his knees, the Namekian leapt down, floating with the greatest of ease.
By appearance, the traveler was a Namekian; Adorned with non-descript robes, a belt of glorious gemstones, a staff and an inquisitive gaze, the figure would smile as he took in the Scar around him. While many found this area inhospitable, ugly, a barren waste – he saw it as the land of which his father once roamed. Though the heat was unbearable, he found it calming and soothing. With a mighty exhalation that echoed throughout the area, the Namekian Sage yelled out with glee;
Turning to regard his Ship, the Sage would smile as he reached into a pocket hidden deep within the robes he wore and removed a small capsule like object. Its strange design seemed like a Pill with a button on the top, which when pressed the Namekian tossed on the ground next to his Vessel. A mighty cloud of smoke overtook the object and – after a mere second – dissipated to reveal just the small capsule remaining, the ship nowhere to be seen. Reaching down and grabbing the Hoi Poi Capsule, Oboe pocketed his belongings and prepared to head off – more than anything wishing to return to his Village outside of the Cargo Farmlands. He’d missed his clan.
As he bent his knees to launch into the air however, Oboe stopped when he sensed an unfamiliar energy approaching not far away. He’d taken great care to ensure his landing would go unnoticed and had even chosen the Scar as his point of destination to take even more steps at secrecy – having not wished the Planets Elders to realize he’d returned so much later than he’d originally promised, hoping to spare himself the arguments that would follow. So, who was this? Feeling out with his enhanced senses, the Namekian Sage didn’t detect anything familiar about this entity – nor was he able to bring to mind any of the many Brothers on planet that would be within that range of strength. Curious. Another traveler perhaps?
Curious as to what was coming, Oboe decided he’d await the source of the energy at the WTF Base itself – beginning to walk down the steep plateau towards the Base proper. While desolate the land may have been, Oboe had to admit that the WTF did have an eye for locations as their base was positioned near a Thermal Heat vent, which the pirates had taken advantage of with their power generator. Patiently moving towards the locale, Oboe kept his wits about him. He didn’t know what was going on right now on planet…but he’d soon find out.
Siberian had caught sight of the ship blazing through the sky like a comet, shortly after as it had begun its descent into Namek's atmosphere. He'd halted his progress towards the WTF base in order to watch it fall. He was trying to get a read on where it was going to land. From what he could gather it looked as though the ship was going to touchdown near where he was heading. Siberian's teeth gritted, his tail flicking in frustration at the change in circumstance. He'd specifically chosen this location because it wasn't visited by others often. "Is the universe simply out to delay my objective?" no, that was nonsense, it was just run of the mill bad luck. There was nothing Siberian could do about it now anyway.
His only option now was too adept to the change in circumstance. And while he had no idea who was within the spaceship, he did know that he couldn't turn back. Siberian body relaxed and he began his advancement towards the WTF Encampment once again. He wouldn't be walking this time though. The Arcosian's body floated up from the ground as he advanced forward slowly. Ki flooding into his body before he took off in a burst of speed. As he flew he tapped at the lense of his scouter. Why hadn't it lit up to tell him the power level of whoever had landed? Had he really managed to break it again already? "Fantastic," he muttered to himself. This whole planet had been nothing but problems for him so far.
The pilot of the ship had been a Namekian. Siberian could see them making their way towards the WTF Base off in the distance. Which only further added to his frustration with his luck. Normally this wouldn't have been that bad. But it didn't exactly paint a good picture when an Arcosian was beelining for a WTF Encampment. It gave one the impression that an invasion was one the way. And it that was the exact type of thing Siberian was trying to avoid at the moment. He needed that base though and so he'd just have to risk the bad first impression. With his plan of attack on the situation already formulating in his mind. Siberian picked up speed, arriving at the entrance of the base moments after the Namekian.
His three-toed feet touched against the warm ground, and Siberian let his facial features soften. "Isn't this a surprise. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone else this far out." he smiled at the Oboe, "I take it you're the owner of that ship?" the answer was obviously yes. That was all he'd say for now. It was best to play things slow in situations like this after all.
Oboe felt what was coming before he heard it. The surge of energy, faint as it may have been, was foreign to his senses and didn’t feel like any of his brethren. This was confirmed as the sound of someone landing behind him caused his long-pointed ears to twitch. The voice was not familiar and judging from the tone it sounded even more like the person behind him was yet another traveler to this world. Turning on his heel, Staff in hand – its glorious gemstone glistening brilliantly in the light – Oboe would regard the one talking to him. His appearance was a shock, but only for a moment; reminded of the first time he’d seen Hale on Earth and how great of a shock that had been.
The alien before him wasn’t foreign to him – having met an Arcosian before. Smiling kindly, Oboe inclined his head in response to the question of his ship. “Yes, indeed. I’m only recently returning from a short, but enlightening pilgrimage to Earth. As this was the location of my departure, it felt only fitting to return to the same locale. I noticed this base of operations was still here from the time of conflict. A pity, I’d of assumed that the green would overtake it much swifter than this.”
The Namekian’s words were not edged, truly he sounded peaceful in every way possible. There was a non-threatening feel about this Sage. Inclining his head once more towards the other – more alien figure here – Oboe positioned a question of his own. “..And what a surprise it is for me, to find one not of my brothers out this far from our collective homes. Tell me, are you lost traveler? These are harsh lands not normally explored by outsiders. Might you be searching for something?” Oboe’s warm gaze extended beyond his sight. He truly did come off welcoming, even helpful. Strange for someone who had just come back themselves.
He had no reason to doubt this man’s intentions, nor did he have enough information of what had gone on planet side since he’d been gone. It would take some time to regain a sense of things. As he waited for the Arcosian to speak, he extended out senses – expanding his horizon and gaining a sense of things. He felt no danger; he knew himself to be safe even among this old operations post. Even if this man wasn’t peaceful, the Namekian would still be unconcerned. That was his way – Oboe had a good sense about what was before him. He could feel the ebb and flow of Ki and at the moment, the one before him did not radiate any hostile intent. Until that changed, the Sage would continue to represent his peaceful race as they were known to be.
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