Side Story 7: A Fathers Plea! Can I really do this? Jun 3, 2019 16:52:23 GMT -6
Post by Oboe on Jun 3, 2019 16:52:23 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 1
Total Power Level: 72,000
In an effort to escape the everyday turmoil of being the Guru of Namek, Oboe had decided to do his best to ditch Steno’s protective nature, avoid the Elders and his inquisitiveness and simply just…go. Having done his best to hide his own presence to its absolute lowest, Oboe had managed to leave the confines of his ship and – without alerting the others – and without a second thought flew towards the very southern portion of the Cargo Farmlands.
The beautiful morning was quiet, without traffic and it was clear that even the denizens from beyond the stars were still resting in their own quiet contemplation, camps or wherever they’d deemed it fit to setup camp. It was thanks to this lull in activity that the Guru of planet was able to escape to an area of hs planet that not many knew of. The Sands of Peace. A small island inlet that acted as a beach, so secluded within the southern tip of the Cargo Farmlands, few even knew of its existence.
Though it took the better part of an hour to get there, Oboe was sure that it was worth the time spent to ensure no one would be able to track him. Slowly descending to the inlet, Oboe smiled with happiness as the waves crashed ashore. Preparing himself a pleasant spot, the Namekian would lay back in the sand and simply relax. With an exhalation that sounded more stressed than relieved the Sage would simply take in the sun’s rays and reflect on the solitude.
Taking over the position of Guru had been more trouble than he’d anticipated. The relative peace their people had lived under during the time that the Asteroids protected their world had given the Namekian Priest a false sense of security in the grand scheme of the universe. If he’d have known, what he now knew? He wasn’t quite sure he’d of accepted the title in the first place. Still, it was probably best that it was he as opposed to someone else. In retrospect, Oboe had so far been the only Namekian to not hold a grudge one way or another to the members of both the Fleet and the Saiyan Kingdom; having held both equally responsible for the damage to his home world, but also understanding of both sides of their plight. It truly was a dangerous game to play the unbiased opinion.
“and then they fall from the skies and damage our farmlands more and more…perhaps I should look into one of those…” landing areas” that Kitiana had spoke of when she landed on my house...”
The thought of the demonic like child and the destruction to his childhood home had caused a look of disappointment to his features. Even while relaxing he couldn’t calm his thoughts down enough to forego any of the harsh realities of the last months. With a begrudging Sigh, Oboe would do his best to clear his mind and take in the sun’s rays. Unaware that once again – his day of rest would be cut short by the needs of the many.