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Post by Oboe on May 8, 2019 16:13:57 GMT -6
Power Level: 100 
Time had steadily continued forth on Planet Namek with little to no issue since the Saiyans and WTF had left the planet’s surface. The Age of Oros had begun with the appointment of the new Guru – Oboe of Clan Oros – and the people of Namek were preparing themselves for the inevitable era of Peace and Prosperity a new Guru normally ushered in. Things were finally starting to look good for the Namekians, yet beneath the surface something sinister remained. A darkness that had remained since the departure of both the Saiyans and the World Trade Fleet from their soil. Oboe had been sensing the being for nearly a month; His return to Namek had left him with a much-improved sense of his planet, its people and the goings on. In fact, ever since he’d risen to the rank of Guru, the Sage had been able to detect this malevolent stain upon his world with more intensity than he’d felt before. Though, after his meeting with Fenrir Wolf – Oboe was more on the apprehensive side to encounter the source of his concern. Over the weeks, strange occurrences had been occurring across the planet in a steady, calculated pace. Though unsure of the direct cause of this disturbance, as he could nary sense anything out of the ordinary – a Darkness kept him on edge and now, with his body finally acclimated to the new powers of being Guru – Oboe would engage this unknown threat with civility and clarity. Already, having awoke earlier in the day than usual, Oboe was flying across his planet. His eyes were busy looking left and right, gazing at the surface below in the hopes of discovering the source of his worry. It’d been half a day already and the Sage was no closer to finding his target than he had been upon leaving his home early in the day. It was clearly harder to find a needle when it was hiding clear in the haystack. After another hour of searching, Oboe finally came to levitate downward towards the landscape below. While nearby the Temple of Porunga, Oboe had no real reason to examine the place – as well – he felt that whomever was slowly causing destruction on his home world, they’d not be so silly as to go to the most populate and visited locale on the entire planet. Coming to rest atop a small crag in the middle of the field, the Young Guru would sigh before removing a water-skin from his side. The day was humid, more so than normal, and Muggy. A combination that would be uncomfortable for any sentient. Unaware was Oboe – that he may have been closer to his discovery than he’d originally thought.
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Post by General Kraktus on May 9, 2019 21:48:17 GMT -6
Kraktus had been lurking around Namek letting things play their part. Maybe he'd put his hand in the ring but he saw that at least one person he had no business fighting had arrived. Vocado was far too strong for him to defeat. Still, he had other ways to watch and influence the hunt on Namek. He didn't need to overpower everyone to get what he wanted. Krkatus scouter beeped, he had been walking towards the Shrine to observe the so-called gods the Namekians hoped would save them. Truly there were fools. The only gods were those playing the twisted game on the chessboard. Porunga was merely a specter to the power of a true god. When he arrived at the temple his scouter finally directed him to who was letting off the weak powerlevel.
The Namekian he had met before. He could not remember his name but he remembered him when he fought Ramen. He had been there trying to stop their battle but he could not do anything about it. He assumed the man was a priest or something. Guess it made sense to be at the temple. Trying to tell the people how they would be safe under the light of Porunga. How pathic of a man to spend time on such a fruitless project. "I see you've not changed." Kraktus bellowed out as he walked towards Oboe his hand at his side a grin forming over his face. "Have you learned something from your god or is he slient in your time to need?"
Powerlevel:72,000
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Post by Oboe on May 12, 2019 21:12:59 GMT -6
Energy Set Power Level: 100
“I see you’ve not changed.” That voice, such hostility but in a strange way, so familiar…so dissecting. Caught slightly off-guard, Oboe turned to regard the visage of the person whom had called out to him. Surprise etched upon his features as recognition slowly became apparent. This was the strange alien whom had seemed so intent to fight the Red-Haired woman whom was leaving with the Saiyans! A memory that seemed like it had been so long ago; yet here standing before him was the very image of danger and violence. Reaching out with his hand, a staff magically appeared in his awaiting grip as he stepped off the stone, he was relaxing upon to regard this alien. “There was nothing about me that needed changing, violent one. Your thoughts of our beliefs are clearly uneducated; while we preach the light of Porunga, we’ve become very aware of the need to protect ourselves. At least, in this respect, we have learned something – yet it nary be from our Gods.” Oboe continued his slow trek forward to close the distance between the two of them. He was slightly intimidated by the sheer force of power radiating off this member of the World Trade Fleet. He wasn’t quite sure why Kraktus had remained on Planet Namek – or even returned to it – but he was hoping it wasn’t for anything sinister. Though unlikely, Oboe considered that perhaps the creature simply wanted a home to call his own. He’d hope that his conversation and pleas would reach and restore that faith. “We learned that lesson from you Off Worlders. What brings you here, Member of the World Trade Fleet? Have we not bled enough for your insane thirst for violence? My people have done nothing to you – why do you remain? What are your intentions? Do you intend to live your days here in peace? Are you responsible for the deaths of my brethren that plague my senses so? Speak Alien!” The normal calm manner of Oboe was swiftly replaced with anger and sorrow. He never could forget how it felt the first time he felt the death of one of his clansmen. His appointment to his higher station had come with a very personal connection to each and every member of his race. To have felt their life extinguish so painfully had brought him great sadness. He hoped, fruitlessly, that this Alien held answers and was not the cause of such pain. |
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Post by General Kraktus on May 15, 2019 18:01:08 GMT -6
"Of course I have not changed much. Not much to be changing." Kraktus grinned as he stepped forward looking over Oboe. The man even formed a staff guess he would need it to walk with his broken legs. Kraktus looked down at his legs, guess Kraktus had gotten ahead of himself. Ripped off legs may fit the prophet better. "Uneducated prehaps. By your standards, I may seem to be a wayward soul of some foolish warmonger, but honestly, you're much worse than me. A man speaking words hoping someone will come and save him. Who will it be huh?" Kraktus leaned forward."Will it be you prehaps. You could try i'm right here." He didn't wanna really fight the Guru. He had read from books the Guru could have great magical strength. He'd did want to be cautious before he walked into a trap. Yet if the man made the advance then he felt, he could at least back out before things went array.
"You want my Intentions huh. They are not for the fleet I can tell you that. While I am one of their Generals my goals are my own. So don't forget that." Kraktus stepped back looking around the area. His hands coiled behind his back. "Oh yes, I killed some of your Namekians. I am sorry about that." He'd said with sarcasm as he paced around. "What I want in the world is chaos and war. I want to see fighting between all the sides. Clawing and screaming for control and power. I want to see madness and fear sparked in the eyes of all men. Prehaps this shall be the first place to have that great war start. A war that won't be remembered because of all who could fell." Kraktus turned to look at Oboe. "Does that make sense to you."
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