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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.
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Post by Bass on Jun 8, 2019 17:09:14 GMT -6
State of the Planet
Bass's PL: 32'000
Finally, Bass had at last felt like he could make some useful contributions to the Namekian cause. Up until this point having carried the feeling that it was a moot effort trying to do something to help. The opportunity presented to him was one he would not waste. It'd be a long time before another one might come his way and that was just something he hadn't the patience for. The timing couldn't be at a more dire time considering the Dragon Balls return to activity. Mention of another confrontation from foreign entities called Bass to action, motivating him to become an active participant towards the betterment of both his people and planet. All the steps towards success were beginning to become increasingly clear. Unification being the main means of a solution towards Namek's salvation. The planet slowly but surely becoming a force to be reckoned with as more people lent their support. Though aid from other races was welcome, this problem was inevitably one that was best solved among the planet's titular species. The sentiment of xenophobia was one he had at first thought was exclusive to the sect he belonged to. The kind of people who'd easily side with the beliefs of the Dominion at a moment's notice. Eager for conflict, quick to combat without another thought. Bass risked easily slipping back into that old way of thinking but something much more pressing was afoot. Having no choice but to set aside his own personal ideals in order to preserve a thing greater than any of his selfish interests combined. Among the many variety of Namekian Bass had encountered, the consensus never changed. It'd take a massive team effort in order to make things right on Namek once again. Gone were the days they could simply rely on others to solve their problems, they'd forever be at someone else's debt. Such a fact left Bass with a feeling of unease, a shiver running down his spine as he considered just what that meant. The political balance of Namek shifting as more dire things came up on the forefront. <We'll all have to put aside our differences by the likes of it. Father'd laugh at me if could hear what I was thinking right now.> Bass let the thought linger in his mind for a while before snapping back to focus, there was a point to all of this and he had almost forgotten such a crucial fact. Compiling information to gain a better understanding of the circumstances the goal here, and he couldn't disregard it. The young Namekian had been standing in the very same spot for what might've been hours in pursuit of that goal. His naturally enhanced hearing serving as a remarkable tool to eavesdrop on the meeting between what was arguably the five most revered men on the planet. Sitting nearby as he leaned against a wall leading up the conference room. Pretending to read a book as he used the semblance of being distracted to actually concentrate on listening to the meeting. His face at times gaining a more joyful and approval expression whenever he heard Madolin speak. Resonating well with his opinions due to their similar background and ties to the Mazoku. <That Madolin, wise man he is. I bet father and him knew each other.> The conversation would continue to advance as Bass felt turmoil build in the room. All was not as well as he might've wished it to be. <It doesn't sound like things are going all that well in there. Maybe I'm just kidding myself but still, is this how these go? It can't be, even the Guru's split about this. Its no wonder why they're inviting us to share our opinions. I hope some good can come out of this. If we're divided, there's no way we can stand against the threats that be.> A sentiment of worry loomed over him as he waited ever so diligently. Keeping to himself as he listened carefully to the words spoken by Oboe, somewhat getting a sense that the discussion was wrapping up at least for the time being. The sound of footsteps heading his way causing the boy to immediately look back at his book, playing as if he was none the wiser to what had transpired before. He waved at Madolin, leader of the Mazoku Temples. Bass's expression cheerful and with a lively energy, as if to say he was glad to see the man. Though he was familiar with that particular elder, the others were faceless men to him. Taking a mental note of each person's appearance as they walked away. He'd have to look into exactly what face went to what position. <I guess that's our cue, looks like they've called for a. Recess. Hmm..> After a long enough wait it finally seemed that the time for him to give his own input was now. The encounter with Steno and Oboe proving to not be for naught seeing as how the dialog he shared between them permitted him the chance to come to Castle Namek. For once having the opportunity to share his feelings on a platform that'd lactually have ramifications on the future of the Namekian race. Bass left the book behind as he walked towards the now almost vacant room, sensing one power-level that he suspected was a very specific person. Both of his hands pushing open the two imposing doors. His now taller, yet still short stature forcing him to stretch his arms as to actually keep either doorway from closing back in on itself. His eyes honed in immediately on the Guru as he looked at him with a confused expression. "Something wrong?" The young Namekian approached Oboe as he looked at all the seats around him. "This all looks important."
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Post by Steno on Jun 8, 2019 18:04:28 GMT -6
This was the first time Steno was witnessing all of the elders together like this, and the first time he had been in the presence of Elder Percus or Elder Mandolin, but the tone in the room was getting to him as much as it seemed to have gotten to Oboe. They all had differing views and agendas and all three weren't afraid to state their minds for better or worse. Steno could truly understand the idea of getting these outsiders off the planet, but at the same time he had no issues interacting or working directly with them if they really had Namek's best interests in mind. It was all the same hard to argue with past actions that were right in front of them literally with an orphaned Bass and the trouble the Saiyan Kingdom helped cause before leaving without as much as an apology. Steno was filled with all the anger and vitriol and spite just as much as he felt the need to keep the peace and work together with anyone that was willing to give a helping hand. It was eating at him from both sides but it was hard to tell with the way Steno stood by near Oboe as his ever-stoic guardian.
Before Oboe had released everyone for a break, Steno decided he had to take that chance to step forward and speak for himself. "Elders, Grand Elders, Guru, ", pausing for a moment as he bowed his head a bit to Oboe before speaking again, "Citizens of Namek, I'm sure we all have our opinions, thoughts, and suggests, but I feel I have my own unique perspective to give that I'd like to speak on." It wasn't often Steno spoke up at all, and it certainly wasn't often to crowds, but this was a subject he felt passionately about. "I tend to agree with all three of our Grand Elders to differing degrees as they all spoke. I have trouble trusting most of the outsiders here, especially those with such high power levels that, as our Guru has said, could easily dispatch our entire planet if they desired it." He began to pace a bit as he spoke with four arms behind his back. "When I was still training to become guardian of the previous Guru he was, as you all know, slain due to the fights over our dragon balls between this Saiyan Kingdom and the World Trade Fleet they are at war with. They brought their war to our home, killed our Guru, took our dragon balls, and left just as swiftly. They have since offered no helping in rebuilding, no apologies for the fighting they brought to our literal front doors, and yet they have returned a second time with their hands out and searching for our dragon balls." He let his sentiment hang in the air for a moment as he walked around the entire large table where the elders sat.
"As the current guardian of our Guru Oboe I have also seen the kindness of at least one of the Saiyans by the name of Nashua, helping to keep Oboe safe when I wasn't physically in a position to do so, and as I've learned a second Saiyan not directly associated with the Saiyan Kingdom has dispatched of a creature by the name of Monster who attacked Oboe. I hold the same anger and grudges as so many of us in this room, but I've seen first hand that they aren't all here to kill us, or harm us, or subjugate us or whatever the fear may be. I will agree that I still have no love and no trust for this Saiyan Kingdom, but not all of the Saiyans individually are out to harm us, and in some cases are willing to help. Before you all return to this room please think on these words." The room emptied as Oboe released them for a lunch period and watched as he slumped in his seat, Steno quick to move behind and next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I hope I didn't speak out of turn, but I felt I could lend a perspective to the situation they should hear while they had time to think on it without the chance to argue with one another." For the first time in a long time Steno slumped a bit and sighed, looking less stoic and simply tired and frustrated. He waited till the majority of the room was empty before speaking."I'm not sure what to do anymore. It's getting harder to keep my emotions to myself and there are so many divided opinions even just within myself, and it's hard to know what to do. I don't want to simply kick these off-worlders out into space, but can we really trust them?" His eyes drifted over as he stood up straight momentarily, resting once more as he saw Bass enter the room, and simply nodded towards him.
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Post by Keytar on Jun 9, 2019 11:50:26 GMT -6
Keytar PL: 50
Korg's PL: 5,000
A dust cloud whipped across the barren landscape of the scar, it’s wispy layers of dirt mixed with soot of the volcanoes in the region. The land it tore its body from was dry and overly baked, scorched in the continuous sun. It was nearly inhospitable in this part of namek with only the desperate deciding to take shelter in the dry desolation. However that is exactly where we find a small green figure climbing out of a secretive hidden tunnel entrance. A namekian hatch like door placed in the shadows of a rock face. Dusting themselves off as they stand in the sunlight, clearly blinded by it for a moment the namekian takes in the surroundings. Soon a much larger figure would follow behind him and seal the tunnel right back up, looming over his very small companion and covering him in some shade. " Well done Korg." Oh it was quite busy on namek as of late. The news of the new guru, the new dragonballs and the newest invaders having even reached the secretive Nametechians. Yes there has been quite the commotion and it could not be ignored by Keytar. This was more than a perfect opportunity to establish his people with this new guru and perhaps if they find a warm welcome they may help in defending namek from similar fates in the future. Keytar took off the large orange orb device that hung on his hip. It loomed similar to a dragonball but perhaps lacking that extra pizzazz and it’s trademark stars. A gloved hand hovering over it as he scanned the surface and a well lit display reflected back on his green face. " Yes yes it seems a summit is being held Korg. This is most opportune, we shall not miss this chance." Looking back at the mountain of a namekian with his bizarre orange eyes and waited for an answer. " Shall...not...miss..." said slowly but clearly. Keytar stepped towards him and clapped his hands. " Alright I want upsies! Then I want you to run as fast as you can towards their meeting place, Castle Namek." the short namekian ordered. Korg bending down and offering his outstretched arm as a make shirt ramp up to his wide girth. Sat squarely on the large shoulder of Korg and grabbing a handful of his collar Keytar braced himself as the large namekian broke off into a sprint, kicking up new clouds of dust as they crossed the scar as fast as he could. It could be a bit of a bumpy ride but nothing keytar couldn't put up with in order to have a conversation with this new guru. It was going to take one hell of a pitch to convince the construction of the casteless haven of Protoconch Village, but that's why he was chosen.
It just so happened that the pair arrived just in time for the recess. A crowd murmured as Korg pushed past them and Keytar followed on his heels. Certainly they had seen many mutant namekians from the mazoku caste but Korg was something more unsettling, something a little more unnatural. But they certainly couldn't stand in the way of the muscled tower of a namekian while he pushed them aside. Keytar was lost in thought so he paid no mind to the staring eyes. He had no time for the archaic ways of his people. They were so far behind the times as it were, what could they offer a namitechian who pursued the future. They approached Castle Namek as the speech of Steno had ended and the leaders inside were leaving gaining a few extra long stares from them as well. Korg was a bit absent minded at times and that was easily proven when his gigantic form stepped up right behind Bass while they struggled with the large door. With too much of his strength he slammed the door open as it crashed into the wall. That caused quite a scene and a lot of noise. Keytar peered around the large servant with a scrunched up face, a little embarrassed by what korg had just done. Noticing Bass standing just in front of Korg now with two more namekians standing deeper into the chamber. He sucked a breath in through his teeth “ Sorry about that, Korg has some tunnel vision issues.” Keytar apologising to bass “ I’ll get that fixed in no time believe me.” saying under his breath before he completely walking past Bass. Korg himself would take the time to step right overtop of Bass, peering down at the much smaller namekian as he did so “ Sorry…” he said while lumbering after Keytar. Briskly cutting across the room a yellow gloved hand waved at namekian with the sage like staff. “ Good day guru! I assume that’s you? I was hoping I could have a chat with you.” Keytar stopping just a few feet away as he threw his arms up. “ What we need is a deterrent!” The grin on his face could not have been any wider. |
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Post by Oboe on Jun 13, 2019 18:40:34 GMT -6
Wearily, Oboe looked at Steno after his speech. He did indeed appreciate the warrior’s insight, albeit the sentiments more than mirrored his own. He’d rousingly spoke both in defense of and against the idea of both allowing the Offworlders the space and berth to do what they’ve been doing, without any need for reprimand as the many did not make up the few, or to send them off planet. Shaking his head, he denied that it was out of turn, his own friendly words seeming stronger than he felt.
“Of course not Steno, I always value your candid opinion. It’s refreshing to say the least; at least you know what you want to say and you just…say it. I envy you for that…In my position I need to be open to the idea of all of our people’s opinions.”
With a resounding and tired exhalation, Oboe began to fall back into his own reverie when, without warning, the door opened wide – slamming into the walls on either side, a sound that cause the Guru to leap to attention. Entering into the room were three distinct Namekians. The first, who was clearly stepped over by the arrival of two unfamiliar faces, was Bass – a Namekian (whose height increased daily) that was the mimetic offspring of a once great and noble Mazoku Caste member. He’d voiced his concerns about seeing Guru slumping just moments ago, and he nodded in thanks for his concern.
“I’m fine Bass…it’s just a lot of information to take-“
Before he could finish addressing whom was clearly ahead of the new arrivals, the pair would approach swiftly and with purpose. The first, an extremely small Namekian whose manner of dress was unlike any he’d witnessed before! Yellow outfit, while showing a semblance to their cultures dress style, was more like that which he’d seen on Planet Earth! A large orange sphere swinging at his side, not unlike the stone atop his staff – though most obviously far more worked into its design. What was more bizzare than anything however was the strange apparatus adoring his head. Its nearly organic look was emblazoned with multiple other orange gemstones – each the same material as he’d noticed the large object to be.
“Good day guru! I assume that’s you? I was hoping I could have a chat with you.”
The other Namekian – if it could even be called a Namekian – was quite the opposite. Massive body, larger than any Warrior Caste he’d ever encounter, towering over the pair of Steno and Oboe. Another strange style of dress, his adornments more like massive armor that barely fit than an actual outfit, seemed more ready for combat than a meeting with Guru. Strange unnatural orange eyes glowering ahead as if not a single thought passed through its head. Adorning his head was a similar device in appearance to the little Namekian’s, a coincidence maybe? No…It wasn’t right. Staring at this towering creature – while he recognized him as a Namekian – there was…something off. Guru felt a bit unnerved, but not intimidated or afraid. The little one had continued, speaking of a need for a deterrent and finally, with that, the Guru’s voice would speak up.
“Y-Yes, I’m Guru. I’m sorry but I’m a bit confused; a deterrent? What?”
Oboe’s confusion was evident as he stared inquisitively at the two. So abrupt was there entrance and so strange their appearance that he’d been completely rendered speechless. Turning his head to regard Steno, then Bass – whom had been walked overtop of as if he weren’t there – Guru would cast each of them a look of apology as he turned back to the apparent speaker of the new duo and said;
“-Wait, who are you? I’ve never met a Namekian who’s ever looked or dressed like you two. Maybe before we leap into the reason for your visit, we start with introductions.”
Even exhausted, Oboe offered a warm smile – the same look that had apparently soothed many a Namekian during the last few months. It was strangely disarming and intense at the same time. Inclining his head once more to the smaller Namekian, he’d repeat himself a bit more formerly as a way of introducing himself – as if for the first time. Though Namekians were extremely well known for their brotherly attitude towards one another, this did not mean they weren’t without social etiquette and mishaps.
“As I said, you have guessed correctly – I am indeed Oboe, Guru of Planet Namek. This is Steno, my Guardian and the young man you passed over on your way in is Bass. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, what may I call you and your friend here?”
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Post by Steno on Jun 13, 2019 21:43:11 GMT -6
His face was a mixture of pride for Oboe's words towards him and a bit of a contorted face as he seemed to become down on himself for being less willing to speak his mind. "I would say it's sometimes best not to say everything that's on your mind quite as openly as I might be willing at times. People look at me and, sure I'm your guardian, but I'm just another warrior. My words don't hold the weight yours do and people don't give my words near as much attention. I have the luxury of not having to filter myself and I'm speaking for me while people expect you to speak for all of us. Sometimes saying less is saying more, which is, as I'm sure you've witnessed, why I tend to not talk a lot the majority of the time." There was a part of him that internally cringed as he was almost afraid he was lecturing his own Guru, but if he was going to be verbally patted on the back for speaking his mind he thought it was a good idea to take advantage of it while he could.
The somber moment of reflection was broken by a loud crashing as Steno immediately put himself between it and Oboe, watching the door go flying and looking back as he leaned down ready to fight. His attention went right to the familiar Bass, which caught him off guard and looking up at two he had never seen before. Oboe seemed much less concerned and Bass started to speak as if he didn't have a care in the world given the situation, which at the very least caused Steno to relax a bit, though he was still confused about the other two arrivals and the way they chose to enter the room. The moment the two moved closer to Oboe, Steno made a point to stay standing between them and the Guru, glaring down still concerned with the entrance. His hand went to the larger Namekian looking creatures chest as he began to try and move him back some. "I'm sure you have business but this is not the time or place for it, and certainly not with that sort of entrance.", looking at the other Namekian who seemed to be in charge between the pair. Oboe was quick in this instance to confirm who he was, but Steno was no less on guard. "I need to ask you to to take a few steps back and calm down if you are going to address Oboe, please." His eyes drifted over at the entrance as he sighed, not sure how to go about explaining that one when everyone came back in after the recess.
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Post by Bass on Jun 14, 2019 16:54:59 GMT -6
State of the Planet
Bass's PL: 32'000
It appeared that Bass's senses weren't as finely tuned as he had thought they were. Having not sensed Oboe's suppressed ki, mistaking Steno's for the Guru's. The minuscule power-level having absolutely ran him by, blindsided by that revelation. The surprise making it very clear to him that he had in fact edges that needed to be smoothed out in some sense of the word. Lacking the skill to perceive such a simple thing, helping to put just how much skill he lacked in perspective. A key thought was put to mind, reflecting on just what it meant. <Had he been a foe I'd have easily been murdered. He was hiding in plain sight and still, I hadn't managed to detect the two power-levels present. I can't just go on like this, if I'm to become a capable warrior I've no choice but to improve both body and mind. I've been neglecting some of my other skills for much too long, that reminds me...> The young Namekian's eyes immediately went to Steno's overall form. Studying the man with great fascination as he couldn't help but marvel at his strength yet again. <Whatever training he's been doing, I'll have no choice to but to follow his example.> Power consumed every waking thought of the young Namekian, troubling him to no end. The acquisition of it something he couldn't quite lose the motivation for. Though he did like to think of it, the danger of such a mindset was something he learned to recognize. Such a teaching less practiced among his home village. One he had became aware of due to the guidance he received from one of the many residents of Oros Village. A location which Bass considered shrouded in mystery and lore he only began to comprehend. Whether by choice or accident, his thoughts would soon be interrupted as he'd get startled by the arrival of two more Namekians. Surprised by the sheer size of the taller Namekian, their size not small by any definition of the word. Both Korg and Keytar's appearances something worthy of regard. The two of them sporting outfits he had never seen worn before especially among his own species. Pinpointing what caste they were proved to be a challenge, their unique characteristics hard to fit into any category specifically. Still bothered by being so briskly disrupted yet much too fascinated to make a point about it. <They seem like a different kind of breed of Namekian, how would you even categorize them? Their culture doesn't draw any parallel to the ones I'm familiar to at least. Their clothes and.. accessories. So different, so foreign. What's that thing on his head?> The mystery surrounding the two men left him wondering. He desired to ask them various things though it was best left for another discussion. Both timing and context much too unfavorable to bring up that topic. Still curious however, watching the two men go on with their business as they headed into the room. Following them as he took to a wall that sporting an angle favorable for discussion. Able to see and speak to everyone without having to strain his head all that much. Still of a height that was comparably small when regarding the other people present in this meeting. Somewhat intimidated by the contrast of height he shared between each Namekian. Stimulating every nerve in his body as to invigorate his cells, altering his size as to match that of Steno's. Not wanting to be singled out as the shortest percent in the vicinity. His appearance changing to that of an adolescent, fitting more so in the age range of the people in the vicinity. Certain xenophobic elements of his personality were brought up to the surface of his being as he saw Keytar and Korg converse with Oboe. It put things in perspective regarding just what role he had to play. Thinking to himself as he remained silent, left to his own devices in contemplation. <This unification is reaching more people than I had thought it would. I guess for something so dire it really is necessary. I'd only be taking away from what they're talking about if I were to interrupt now. There's a time for action and inaction and it seems very clear that right now, it'd be in everyone's interest if I simply waited until a more timely moment to speak.> Bass closed his eyes as he carefully listened in on the exchange between the Namekians present. Simply compiling information based on the content of their discussion, gaining increased context behind the reason why they were all here. <So is this what its like? I must say, its a different feeling being among these men. I'm the kid here after all.> The young Namekian didn't know what to make of this, still trying to his find place within this assembly of minds.
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Using Great Namek: 42'000(4)= 168000
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Post by Keytar on Jun 15, 2019 20:08:20 GMT -6
Keytar looked taken aback, Oboe had stopped him before he could get his proposal out. Then his bodyguard was trying to push Korg back, not that he met much resistance. His gloved hands were raised in apology “Oh I am sorry excuse me, I was just so excited I could have spit out the plans for anything just now.” Turning to Korg, meeting the giants eyes and then looking back at the wall. Korg nodded slowly and immediately moved off giving much more distance between the three namekians and Bass as he stood off in the background. Keytar gave Steno a small smile “You have nothing to fear brother, we’re just people of this planet. As for Korg, don’t let him intimidate you. He’s just my assistant and personal bodyguard, also my precious obedient child. He wouldn’t do anything without me telling him to and my intentions are just to make our Guru here a lovely proposal.”
Leaning towards Oboe now Keytar continued “As for my introduction I apologize for that as well. It has been a long while since I’ve talked with someone outside of my circle of… colleagues.” Clasping his hands the small namekian gave Oboe a bow. “My name is Keytar and Korg is my friend over there obviously. I come to you today from the scar in the north, and I represent to you an extension of my people.” Keytar spread his arms and stood as proud as he could look “We are the Nametechnians, or Nametechnicians, your casteless children who have hidden away for centuries.” He stuck a finger now in Oboe’s direction “We were waiting for someone like you to lead us my Guru, someone who could see what we offer without prejudice. A society where the castes are much more… well let’s say relaxed. A society which is to lead the Namekians into a new age that embraces magical technology that is developed by our own kind!”
His eyes looked across the three namekians now and he would have broken out in a sweat, if namekians even did that. It wasn’t very clear if this would be met with a good or bad response “I should have considered an exit strategy.” Waiting for a response every second felt like a millennium but Keytar made sure to own smile as warmly as possible. He hoped that the guru would meet his people with open arms. If not it was certainly several more centuries of waiting in line for them. But none of this compared to the nervousness of Korg who stood next to a wall… without moving at all… boy was he nervous.
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Post by Oboe on Jun 19, 2019 16:18:34 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 1Total Power Level: 72,000
Oboe watched with vested interest as Steno performed his protective tasks admirably. For the first time, he viewed his protector in a new light, a respectful light. Bass also didn’t go unnoticed as his dismissal by the two new arrivals had prompted him to take on a different visage – manipulating his internal energy to bring his body closer to the mental age that he operated by. Admittedly, he was still just as impressed as he was the first day he met the young lad due to the sheer tenacity and potential his power exuded. The collection of different personalities had been a welcome interruption to the days tirades from elders whom could only preach without experiencing for themselves. The change of pace allowed for Guru to feel himself again. Staring at the smaller of the group, Oboe nodded as he’d introduce himself as Keytar – and his companion Korg. He spoke of an extension by his people – the Nametechnicians. A strange name but explained swiftly as a Casteless society that had withstood the annuls of time by hiding, not an unusual idea but one that was not as practiced by the rest of their people. Curious. As Keytar continued his explanation for the visit he honored Guru with today, the procession of the Grand Elders would once again return to the meeting room – though giving space for their Guru to hold his personal meeting. Oboe looked excited at everything the smaller of the new duo said – apparent by the look on his face – and would nod with glee as he finished with the connection between their race’s magical affinities and the science and technology of the rest of the universe. It was, for all intents and purposes, a great presentation to start. As Guru would contemplate how he would respond, a gruff voice would interrupt from behind the group – his own tone full of disgust and malice as he directed harsh words towards the Nametech and his companion. “Yet again, after all this time, you Casteless have the nerve to approach this situation again?! You dare?! Your abominations and heresy have no place on our world – you should just leave!” Elder Hanma’s irritant tone was completely palpable, and though the other elders were there – they seemed to mimic his sentiments with sheer body language alone. Guru, on the other hand, was disgusted with the commentary and made it very known exactly how he felt. Standing from his stationed position, Oboe would glare daggers at the Elder whom had constantly berated him and made him feel like he wasn’t doing his job well enough. He’d had enough of the negativity of his own peoples and it was going to end. Now. With an angry tone, low and rumbling, Oboe yelled at the other; “How dare YOU Elder Hanma! You, the one who speaks the most of unity has the nerve to verbal assault one of our own? Casteless or not – each Namekian is family and to speak to one such as you just did? It not only sickens me, but it insults me.” There was a flame in Oboe’s sight that none in the room had ever seen before. For the first time since everything had begun, it was not fear or worry in his reflection. No, this emotion was one he rarely allowed himself the luxury of feeling – Anger. Without hesitation the Guru of Namek stormed up and into the face of the Grand Elder to the point that their noses nearly touched. The elder Namekian – many years aged – seemed to tremble visibly at this. Never had Oboe shown such resolve and anger. In a very low tone, he whispered simple words that every elder standing there had been able to pick up. “You do not speak for Namek, Elder Hanma. Make a comment like that again, and you never will have the chance to speak for the Warriors again either. Get out of my sight. Now.” His anger filled gaze continued to glare at the Namekian – the normally proud warrior shrinking into himself at the sheer sight of such rage. He opened his mouth as if to protest, but Elder Percus of the Dragon Caste stopped him with a reassuring hand on the shoulder. “Come now Hanma. I think you’ve said enough for today. Please – Excuse us young one. We meant no harm. Your ways are…just a bit different than what we’d think natural. In fact-“
Oboe, for all his love of the other, directed the angry glare at his greatest teacher and ally. “No more words Percus. Leave. That’s a command from your Guru, do you wish for me to have Steno remove all of you? Go. NOW. You insult me with your presence and the demeanor in which you greet my guests.”Without another world, Percus would nod his head and simply direct the other four Elders out of the room, silently and swiftly. Oboe would watch as the group departed, his sharp ears listening as their footsteps became more and more distant. There was a dark silence that filled the room at Oboe’s outburst, an awkwardness he’d not intended. So lost in their old ways, The Elders couldn’t even give the young man a platform to speak upon let alone a chance to truly describe his wishes. Nevertheless, Oboe would. One of the most travelled of the Namekians on world currently, he was very interested in what the “Nametechnician” had to say. As he turned to regard the group once again, Oboe’s look of intensity and anger had dissolved and returned to the Warm smile which was normally planted upon his features. “I’m genuinely Sorry Brother Keytar; None of our kind should ever speak to you that way and I promise that will never happen again.” Oboe would approach the seat once more, though now that he stood he no longer wanted to become stationary again. Instead he’d walk up to the smaller of the grouping with a smile. With a motion of his hand, he’d state; “Please, Continue with your words. I’m very much interested to hear about this magical technology you speak of. Is that somewhat related to the strange manner of dress in which you present yourself to us in today? If so, color me impressed! Such ingenunity could be a welcome breath of fresh air! Please! Continue!”Oboe would look at Bass and smile; “What do you think? I value your input my friend – your wisdom is beyond your years. Please, share some of that wisdom with us. What say you on our new Brother’s words? Does it sound…interesting?” Turning to Steno, he’d propose the same question; “And you? Steno? How feel you?”He truly was different from other leaders prior. Most of the time, Guru was expected to make all the decisions on his own – yet this one asked his people how they felt on things. Truly desiring to hear their own words for himself. This was definitely a time of change for Namek. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 19, 2019 22:08:12 GMT -6
For a moment his eyes caught Bass' and he simply nodded as his mind was racing too much to simply stop too long and greet him, confused by what exactly was going on suddenly. His attention was pulled back a second time however as he seemed to go through some sort of physical change that looked as if he had physically matured right in front of him. What the...Steno mouthed wordlessly as he watched for a moment, before his attention went back again to the two new arrivals. For a third time, and a much more focused stare, he looked over at Bass as his rising power was catching him off guard as it increased and went past his own, causing his brow to raise. The physical transformation must have had some connection to his rise in power, but was this some sort of actual transformation or was there something more going on that was flying right over his own head. It didn't seem to bother or catch Bass himself off guard so it must have been normal enough, but it was strange in more ways than one and he would have to question him about it once things calmed down.
Thankfully the pick monster of a creature wasn't so inclined to put up a resistance to his attention to move him back some given his distraction with Bass, even moving away completely and towards a wall nearby as the closer Namkian seemed to instruct wordlessly. "No need for apologies or further explanation. I'm simply on edge given recent events and I would prefer to be overcautious. Good to meet you, Keytar and Korg. My name is Steno." He wanted to elaborate but he felt a strange need to simply stop there and relax, giving a slight sigh as he looked back at Oboe as if looking for confirmation and simply moved some to give them a less awkward means of talking. His eyes stayed trained on this curious looking Namekian as he spoke, not moving far from Oboe and crossing his arms, watching and listening intently. His eyes narrowed as he explained and introduced himself more in-depth, never personally having heard of such a group of Namekians, but then again he made the mistake of calling a red-haired human and strange looking Saiyan, so perhaps it wasn't a surprise.
While quick to jump in and stand between Oboe and this Keytar, he seemed in no hurry to speak this time, simply glancing at Oboe and looking now and then over at Bass curiously. The moment was shattered like glass as one of the returning Elders spoke up with a comment that grated on Steno's nerves immediately, causing him to loudly clear his throat and stare, glancing back to Oboe once more waiting to see what he would say in response. It was an unusual sight, but a grin that was more akin to a smirk spread from one side of his face as Oboe loudly scolded the Elder, even giving a slight chuckle. The second elder seemed to move the other along and began his own comments, causing Steno to take a single step forward as if he were already fed up with the outbursts, but again Oboe began to speak, causing Steno to calm down near immediately, despite his arms having uncrossed and fell to his side. As the Elders left, Steno made a point to follow them out as if ushering them quicker, making sure the room was closed before returning back to Oboe and sighing. "I don't have much to say on it, if I can be honest. I haven't heard enough to form an opinion. Let's hear him."
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Post by Bass on Jun 23, 2019 15:33:43 GMT -6
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Bass's PL: 32'000
Caste-less Namekian?! The very idea was something that Bass found rather repulsing. Though he bickered often with other Namekians of differing castes there was still some degree of mutualism offered towards them. They were different, but similar for that very fact. Each caste could look at one another and cherish their diversity. The natural order, or at least what Bass considered it to be was maintained via upholding the importance of the caste system. The many notions of change and togetherness simply could not be compared to this new concept, one that was oh so scarcely talked about; The unsung members of the species, the many caste-less Namekians. There were those Bass hated and others he outright was just skeptical of, he considered both Keytar and Korg of the latter variety. Having been taught from the moment he was born to immediately distrust those who broke away from the commonality of Namekian civilization. The teachings he was naturally instilled at birth had made him privy to the dangers of the unknown. Finding it hard to accept and even believe validity of the Nametechnician's story. As time progressed, it seemed that many more of his most personal beliefs came into question. <What am I to make of this? They're Namekian yet they still seem so foreign.. Their appearance, characteristics and even manner of being are all odd. I suppose as different as we may seem to one another there'll always be another person who'll show just how alike we really are. I guess my convictions aren't so uncommon, there have got to be others beyond my own village that share my beliefs. They break away from the natural order, this way of life. It is a extreme transgression. Everything and everyone has their place and if we betray this equilibrium what do we have? Oh.. even the thought of it is horrific. Scary this is, but perhaps its not all bad? They're an oddity of nature but perhaps it'll take the unusual to succeed. If the natural order of things is for us as Namekians to succeed, we'll necessitate a means of breaking the mold to even risk a chance at success. Still, they're a horrific bunch.. Betraying the way things are meant to be and all.> Bass's face grew with alarm as something he hadn't foreseen occurred, there were many things he believed he could predict. By no means was thing one of them. The Namekian elders, leaders of their respective caste all were together much like before. The purpose behind their arrival remained unknown to him yet as the conversation continued to unravel between both Oboe and them, he couldn't help but grow suspicious. Bearing a feeling of pride as he saw the men defend their beliefs in what he considered a most honorable fashion towards the Guru. At awe as both leaders of the Dragon and Warrior Namekians seemingly began to speak a lot of sense, coming to admire them all the more after holding some minor grudges. Remaining fairly silent as he stood in the corner, arms crossed as he listened oh so carefully. This matter wasn't just a simple dispute about things that could be considered trivial, left to another day nay this topic was far more important. Personal beliefs were on the line here and Bass was very sympathetic to their cause, having not the courage to speak at such a length as he desired to take their side. He closed his eyes as he reflected about their unfortunate situation, his heart desiring to speak what he truly thought. Unable to speak freely given the particular aspects of their circumstances. <Oh Hanma, had I the power of telepathy then you'd know how sorry I am for your sake. The times are changing I'm afraid and we are soon to become the extinct species. Your words are well spoken, but they've been placed to the wrong ears. You're wiser than I took you for, a true warrior. Abominations they are, but what are we to do? This couldn't be a worse time to bring such a pressing matter to discussion, if only we had the clout and the right followers.> His head leaned down as he felt a terrible shame rise over him, the exchange between Hanma and Oboe leaving him raw with emotion. Passionate about the discussion, feeling the weight of his father's past weight down upon him. The whisper of the Guru's words heard well despite how far he was, listening with superb care given his naturally enhanced Namekian hearing. Shaken by what he was currently hearing. <If I have it my way, Hanma. Perhaps things can go back to the way they were. I fear they may never return to the way things've been. One can dream, if only.> The words of Percus had left a similar impression on him as he took them with increased reverence, astounded that a Namekian from Oboe's caste could manage to have such differing views despite their apparent closeness. The rifts at play here were those he hadn't expected, it appeared to be a question of the old mentality against the new. There were a many developments made today that he hadn't accounted for, unsure what to make of all the information he received. Things became all the more clear as he begun to understood just where the state of affairs between the elders and Guru were. Perhaps small, it was evident that a political schism was very real. The thought one that left Bass feeling very strange, out of place among people who held beliefs unlike that of their older counterparts. <I never thought I'd ever say this but.. I suppose Percus is right, he couldn't be anymore right at that. Their ways are different, unfortunate that he was forced to leave like he did. And the other Elders as well, they've all been unwillingly pushed out of their own room of council.> Bass caught his breath, marveled by just how quiet things had become in such a short period of time. The mood was awkward and dry, without any ounce of life after that outburst on the Guru's part. In a state of visible shock when Oboe had returned the focus to him after the brief yet powerful show of emotion. At a loss for words as he immediately took to quiet meditation, founding his composure after taking a few moments to gather himself. "Well, for me to say what I truly feel I think I risk standing in a position akin to Percus or Hanma. My beliefs and way of life extend far back and some of them.. Let's just say they aren't meant to be shared with everyone. I know not what to make of Namek today, it is a place I do not recognize even in my many lifetimes. I've got my personal opinions on the matter concerning these.. Guests, we have today. With that said however, there's a time and place for everything. It doesn't matter whether I agree with him or not, our true foes are the ones who aren't Namekian." The young Namekian slammed a fist down into his open palm, calling the attention of everyone present. "A house divided cannot stand. And while some components of this house are undesirable, I'm positive some of these.. Pieces can always be removed. Maybe Percus and Hanma weren't so wrong after all, but they had it all backwards. Perhaps it is them and other people like I that are the pieces that should be replaced. It seems that we are entering an age where we adopt new traditions and abandon the old ones. I hope for Namek's sake that we can protect it, but I expect my time in this life or this place to not be long. I think after all is said and done we'll have to decide who stays and who leaves. Its obvious that we'll only be able to live together for so long. Maybe its best this way. A new species is born while the old will fade away into irrelevance."
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I had messed up math last time by using updated PL, I'll use the right one for transformation modifiers.
Using Great Namek: 32'000(4)= 128'000
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Post by Keytar on Jun 29, 2019 15:30:47 GMT -6
Keytar’s face lost its color when the council returned and as soon as they could were berating him with the same insults his people had faced for their whole existence. Rolling his head to the side as he stared down the judgemental elders and grimacing at them. “I don’t have time for these old fools tod-” imagining how quickly Oboe might now reject him was soon interrupted by the guru’s own powerful voice. Keytar looked to his guru as his eyes turned starry and he grasped his own hands. “Oh by Porunga we are blessed today, finally a guru with an open mind!” Keytar thought to himself.
He held back happy tears as the elders left the room as quickly as the insects Keytar had begun to associate with them, roaches. Oboe’s words were the sweetest embrace the namitechian had felt outside of his own people. He stealthy wiped the small tears at the corner of his eyes and then cleared his throat. “No really it’s fine my Guru, it’s something my kind has grown accustomed to. I am just happy to see someone as powerful as you standing up for me. It means much to me truly.”
“Ahem, ah yes our technology.” Keytar continued and then looked at his attire. “Well yes in a way we do dress based on our work. Long flowing robes can be cumbersome at times, not to mention we took some inspiration from scientists from earth and beyond.” Adjusting his tie before he continued. “Our technology is made just like our clothes you see, from our people’s own creation magic.” It was then that Oboe directed to Steno and the now altered Bass, Keytar looking over the both of them as he awaited their responses.
He would appreciate Steno’s lack of objection, which was becoming less rare for Keytar as the day progressed. However Bass had much more of an opinion, the namitechnitian turning to speak with him. “With all do respect I cannot agree with everything you’ve said. I appreciate you for allowing new ideas brother do not get me wrong.” Keytar spread his hands empathized with Bass as best he could “I understand our people’s keen interest in tradition, but when has tradition stopped us from being invaded? Our stagnation has never made us stronger, and our people who end up growing the most powerful are the ones who leave it’s embrace. Is that not true?”
Keytar looked to Korg and waved him over “Upsies Korg. I want to look taller for a moment.” The large mutant namekian crossing the room and lifting his creator up to his waist, giving Keytar a better eye contact with the namekians left in the room. “Now when it comes to pieces as you put it. I have no interest in removing any sort of pieces from our board here on namek, no no not at all.” Gesturing as he would continue getting a little more passionate “I want to show namek and the rest of the galaxy that we have more then the pieces they’ve seen! We are not checkers my brothers and my Guru, we are chess!”
His head shook “I also have no problem with those who wish to come here with peaceful intentions. I am not a namekian who fears the earthling, or the saiyan who would like to feel the beauty of our planet and maybe find the peace within themselves.” He looked Bass in the eye “Those who wish to hurt our people however need to know they will not leave unchecked. I wish for them to limp home for disturbing our peace. This has nothing to do with whom they are but for what they do.”
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Post by Oboe on Jul 8, 2019 19:44:14 GMT -6
Nodding towards Steno, the Large Guardian acquieseced to a mental command and accompanied the Grand Elders out of the room proper. Bass’ words resonated deeply and profoundly within him. It was true that maybe Percus and Hanma had points, but he couldn’t very well abide by them showing another Namekian – especially one who came to speak with him about his own ideas that could help the world – such horrid cruelty and disdain, regardless if they were of the Casteless or not. Though such things had kept their lands running smoothly for generations (The Caste System) perhaps that was in itself becoming flawed.
The Door would shut and Keytar would enter his own explanation and everything the little Namekian said rang true to Guru’s ears. It wasn’t that they should route those who were on their world, simply setup a means to protect oneselves against those outsiders that were a bit too volatile or destructive for theirs or the people of Namek’s own good. The very idea of using what they had in a strategic way rang true to the son of Saw – the once fabled, strategist of Namek. He was very inclined to hear more about what Keytar had to say.
“Well then, Little Brother, what say you? What is it that you propose to help our people? To protect them from intentions that aren’t of the purest of intent?”
Staring at Bass, Oboe inclined his head in response;
“I do not think in any facet that we need remove the old ways from our daily routine, nor have I once proposed an end to such things. Simply put, Ive deemed it important to acknowledge our roots and heritage – to ensure that the teachings of the old are granted to everyone of the younglings and hatchlings born to our kind. Still, this does not mean evolution is a bad thing. My studies and travels have taught me much in this time. If we stand stagnant on only what we know and do not embrace the future, then we run the risk of ending like our ancestors – being forgotten beyond words.”
Guru was clear; He wanted to hear all parties and wanted to discuss this out. While he may have removed the Grand Elders from the room, he’d gained himself something new here. A series of people – HIS people – expressing themselves openly in this forum. These were his new advisors; he’d listen to the needs of the many, and with luck he’d be able to accommodate all their concerns.
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Post by Bass on Jul 10, 2019 1:42:38 GMT -6
State of the Planet
Bass's PL: 32'000
Though physically present, Bass's spirit had long left the room. The young Namekian having lost his sentiment of zeal after getting enough of an impression from the flow of the dialogue. The share of words between both Keytar and Oboe appeared to be going in a productive direction and yet, he felt as if there were nothing else to be said on his part. Whatever ideas or beliefs he were carried risked being wasted by being shared hear, knowing full well that they'd likely be met with disapproval by the people that mattered. There was no time to stay stuck on the trivial matters that would only serve to bring tension to the people present. The feelings he had weren't important, not now at least. To divide the planet even further with all the foes that were present chanced potentially having a fate akin to the last Dragon Ball hunt. The stakes were high and without many people to call comrade, Bass slowly came to the realization that who called comrade wasn't a luxury. He'd have to make do with whoever and whatever came across his path regardless of his opinions on the matter. Forcefully making himself a participant that abstained from sharing his true beliefs on the topic they happened to be discussing. As much as he might've wished to interject at certain bits it became clear to him that it was a lost cause, the ship had sailed and things were moving in a direction he could only follow at this point. Unable to steer it in any meaningful manner as he had predicted since before his arrival. Keeping his thoughts to himself while he watched both Oboe and Keytar speak to each other. Steno's silence wouldn't go unnoticed as he found the oath of silence an odd one, used to at least the small bit of commentary here and there. All in all Bass began to feel the gradual shift in the atmosphere as things slowly but surely moved in a certain direction. The explosive exchange between the Guru and Elders one he would not forget, there was a message there. The time for change was now and there'd be two sides. Either you embraced the change and went along with it, or you disagreed and carried on as you took a path separate from many other individuals. Likely to be forgotten. <A new Caste is created, should another leave? It may be for best, things can't all fall the way we want. Not now, not ever. What's the point in being an optimist when society shows us such a different truth.> The conversation between both Keytar and Oboe would be met with indifference as he grew practically deaf in their presence, a feat which wasn't an easy task especially considering their great hearing. Their voices and the content of their discussion droned out as he continued to think to himself, pondering about the future of their shared home. <The way things are going now, I don't know if I'm so sure anymore. The Elders on one side, and he on the other. It looks like there'll be some kind of swift and sudden change in the political tides of the planet. By the end of this fight, this struggle of ours. Can we even see we're fighting for what we once were? Much is changing and so rapidly too. I do wonder if there's some good that can come out of it, oh the things I've left behind to get towards this idea. The people I once called comrade, all abandoned to further assimilate. Maybe I've been looking at this all wrong for quite some time now. Its not as clear as I had once thought it to be, nay I had thought of it all wrong. As this new face continues to speak I am once again taken aback at what the climate has become.> After having been so concentrated on his own self Bass forgot that he too was a participant in the conversation regardless of how unconcerned he felt at the moment. Eyes teaming with life as they opened wide to look back at the Nametechnician, shooting a hesitant glance at the man's scientifically modified child for but a moment before returning looking back at Korg's father. Sizing him up as he finally talked to him directly instead of obliquely seeing as how most of what he had to say previously was mostly directed to Oboe or the group in general. His voice carrying a particular forced quality while he spoke, having lost the habit of speech after keeping his reticence for what felt like a reasonable amount of time considering his lengthy inactivity. "Given what we are, and who we are as people. I don't think it'd be realistic for the two of us two agree with another on some topics of discussion. While you do a bring a fair point about tradition and its inefficacy I can tell we both mean different things in that approach of dialogue. Its a fair remark to say that those who've embraced the norm have never made it far." After taking a slight pause to catch his breath, Bass quickly returned to speaking his piece on the matter. Not done with whatever he had to say, face fueled by a passionate energy.
"Whether or not we adopt new ways some core things have got to change. We're too kind and soft on the many aliens that land on the planet I feel, they get to walk all over this place because they don't feel threatened. With enough of a militarized approach I get the impression that we can manage to repel the forces that be. Its true, those who've strayed away the path of normality have become remarkable Namekians. Perhaps there is validity in your ways however with this much said the way I am, and the way I've tackled the problems that are present on our planet appear to be inefficient. What I am and who I am both seem to be very inept." His voice would fade away on the last few lords, having lost their strength while he stared at the two Namekians. Listening in carefully on what they had to say while he waited until the time was right to reply and give his own opinions on the matter. Interposing after finally have gotten a sentiment this was the correct point in time to do so.
"Ah, so that's it. I do not think we can find a middle ground there Guru, maybe its because I am what I am. A fossil, a leftover piece of the past that was managed to be maintained through the weathering of time. A mere remnant of an idea that's been forgotten. If we are to become a mere page in the book of history that the new generation are simply to look at as ways and traditions of the past I want no part of it. We cannot both have the roots of an old tree and try to spread the branches of a new one. The previous plant must be dig up for there to be room for the next one. Not every piece can find harmony with one another I believe that's an inevitable fact of life, one we cannot change. I hope whatever this discussion is and was leads to some kind of combative effort against this planet's threats however it appears that my place in this conversation isn't necessary. Perhaps there's a reason why some of our ancestors have became forgotten, evolution means the death of a previous species." Unless interrupted, Bass would walk out of the room pushing a door open as he departed without further regard for the people inside. His feelings in a place he couldn't describe, much was to be thought over.
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