Chapter 3, Part 4 [Finale]: State of the Planet Jun 7, 2019 20:45:21 GMT -6
Post by Oboe on Jun 7, 2019 20:45:21 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 1
Total Power Level: 72,000
Castle Namek had a troubled past. Once the seat of great power for the Mazoku Empire, it had long since been restructured as the central pillar of the Caste System. For hundreds of years it has acted as the meeting place for all discussions regarding Planet Namek and her people. It was on this day that such discussions were to occur. Within the Antechamber a large grouping of chairs had been settled in a circle – five massive chairs each depicting a different motif of Porunga. Within the Center, head in his hands, Guru sat while the four elderly Namekian argued amongst themselves.
“…They’re a bad omen! I say we ask them politely to leave! Too much blood has been spilt already, wouldn’t you agree Guru?” Grand Elder Hanma, Leader of the Warrior Caste, positioned the question with such hostility that the Young Leader could taste the vitriol. It was one of his that had been captured by the monster – Kraktus – and forced to show him where the Mazoku Graveyard had been.
“Remember your place Elder Hanma; You mustn’t address our Guru in such a harsh manner. After all, he’s been the one to most interact with these outsiders…I understand your anger brother…but remember, peace is our way; We cannot just rebuke those who come to our world after only just reopening our borders…Isn’t that right, Guru?” Grand Elder Percus – Leader of the Dragon Caste - tried to soothe the conversation with soft words.
However, even his question was pointed. Of course, it was there way, The Dragon Caste had always advocated the unity of strength that could be adopted by new bonds. He’d been taught such, by the Grand Elder himself! Surely, he wasn’t exorcising his familiarity to gain leverage in the conversation? Yet, these days it was getting hard to trust anyone for being as they seemed. Atleast Steno – his able-bodied Guardian – was one he could confide in. Oboe considered his answer as the tension was broken by his old rival, Madolin – leader of the Mazoku Temples.
“If you want to see how interaction and peace go my dear Elder Percus, Ask the young Bass! I’ve asked him here today to explain how his village was destroyed by the last time these Aliens came for our Dragon Balls; The only legacy a memory of a man long dead. Orphaned Namekians are popping up left and right – is our way really more important than their lives Guru?” The youngest of the Elders sneered at the leader – old grudges dying hard, he held the newly appointed leader personally responsible for each and everyone of the Orphans that went unavenged. His radical way of thinking being a new allure to the younger generation – a feeling mutually identified by the young boy Bass, whom had currently been in his care yet exponentially growing each day…
Hand beginning to absently shake, something that had occurred since his near-death experience thanks to the Monster that was beholden to the young Om-Yogu. It was hard to concentrate and the yelling was beginning to get to the man. He had to establish order. Raising his hand up, Oboe demanded their silence as he summoned is ancient staff and slammed it onto the coral like stone floor. Each Elder ceased and relaxed into their seats as the young Oboe spoke.
Gazing at each of his fellow elders, the young Guru would apologize to each of them in turn. He was feeling the pressure of this meeting far too heavily on his own and wanted to run, yet he felt he deserved them an answer. How could he respond to such accusations against those he’d come to know? Of course, he could understand the sentiment and anger being directed towards all of the Off-Worlders, but how much good had come of it?
Flip Fortuna’s Spaceship had brought great joy to the people of Namek, was he and his young assistant Casca to blame for such horrors? No. They hadn’t committed a single negligent act outside requesting to use the Spheres. Should he blame Vocado, Former King of the Saiyans, for the blood spilt on Namek? He’d requested the help himself. His hands were just as stained with the blood of Typha…
“Elders, Please...” He began “I understand and hear each of your concerns, but please – this isn’t the type of conversation we can have just on our own. I’ve opened the doors to the Castle for this day and have asked our Citizens to come forward if they believe they can offer us a better idea of their feelings. I see each of you have called forth your own attendant to speak on your case’s behalf. Yet still; we must not forget that this meeting was called in Peace to DISCUSS what is best for our World. Not make demands of the Off-worlders – many of which could easily dispatch our entire planet if the desire were there.”
Oboe felt that last statement more heavily than he’d anticipated. He wished Steno had entered the room already, his reassuring presence would’ve been great right about now. “We cannot live this way, I agree. Yet there has to be other ideas beyond ours. I want to hear my People for myself. Let us convene on this for a lunch period, so we can decide as best we can, and all amicably come together to find the answer to what we will accomplish going forward.”
Though his words simply held the weight and wisdom that they’d needed, Oboe was indeed lost on what to do. He wanted to talk to the other two, hear their own wisdoms – but would they truly know what to do? Oboe slumped in his chair as the four Elders stood, bowed, and left the room. The door left open, Guru sat in self-contemplation, head returning to his hand.