Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2019 5:32:37 GMT -6
PL: 8,240
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 They had instead been replaced by deep volcanic fissures that ran through the barren ground.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.
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.
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