Side Story 8: Living the Life [Invite]

After his own time with Meditation, Oboe had finally had enough of the tumultuous thoughts clouding his mind. With a heavy, reserved sigh, the Namekian would uncross his legs and end his levitation. It seemed that even in this room, designed as it was to block out other sensory abilities and senses, was not aptly designed for the sheer burden of indecision that Guru faced on a daily. Reaching his hand out to his side, magically, his Staff – long Ajisa wood adorned with a massive orange stone as a headpiece – would appear in his hand. Tapping the object on the ground, Oboe would enter the lift to bring him down to the main level.

Stepping out onto the Bridge of his ship, Oboe marveled once again at the work done by Crop Co back on earth. Even without knowing much about his culture and its technologies, they’d been able to restore and improve upon his space faring vessel in such a manner that left its internals still seeming Namekian in origin. Though it was selfish, he was happy that he’d come to possess such a unique and powerful home on wheels, something his vessel as of late had been with the destruction of his home.

With a twitch of his antennae, Oboe would look out the main view-window at the village down the hill. He could sense the rising and falling power of the young Namekian Bass, most likely, still, keeping to himself or taking to solo meditation as a means to control his power. Though the young man had seemingly been accepted warmly by his Clan – his habit of keeping to himself and being genuinely silent had been a hard burden to get over. Perhaps, he considered, it was time to take the young man’s training more seriously and into his own hands.

Pressing a button on a control panel a long ramp would begin extending outward from beneath the ship from within the Bridge area. Stepping down the catwalk, Oboe would step onto the blue-green grass outside and approach the village proper. He wouldn’t make it too far before coming across the young Namekian sitting beneath an Ajisa tree, its shade offering him a moments respite from the blazing dual suns above. Stepping before the youth, Oboe would offer a warm smile down at him before clearing his throat to express his interest in conversation.

“Greetings Little Brother, I see that you’re fervently working on your energy control again. Care to join me for a walk? Perhaps – if you’re feeling up to it – we can discuss a more…physical training regiment to supplement your energy?”

Though it seemed as if Oboe was more concerned with Bass and his training then anything else; It was clear that something was bothering him. Realizing that he’d make better headway with his new charge if he was more open, The Guru of Namek decided to confide in him a bit more – same as he had begun with Steno. With a heavy sigh, he spoke once more.

“As of late, with everything going on around us, I’ve been unable to clear my thoughts enough to find my center. The burden of being Guru means sensing everything and everyone on our world at any time…Ive found that with the sheer range of powers and intent, my own thoughts and senses have been getting clogged up with theirs. I figured if you weren’t doing anything, with Steno gone, perhaps we could do something a bit different. I’d still like to get to know you more Bass – even if you are somewhat…introverted.”

With that last bit, he offered a smile to the youth.

Oboe would incline his head in agreement as Bass agreed to join him in physical training. His words, as they had been from the start, came from a place of wisdom that did not fit the young Hatchlings current age. It was indeed a marvel to behold as Oboe witnessed the mental struggle between having the knowledge and memories of his former life and the new disadvantages of being younger than he’d only been six months prior. It was quite the phenomena to view such youth with such unparalleled wisdom. In many ways, Oboe envied the child.

“Well, lets hope that such things as your eventual demise come much further down the road than sooner.” Oboe offered a smile as he nodded towards his response to training.

It seemed as if the youth had been meditating for a reason, his power suddenly spiking rapidly to much higher levels. Oboe watched with a look of astonishment and approval as the hatchling swelled in size and force shifting himself into a form that matched his words much better than prior. Now standing at a size not unlike his own, Oboe would look impressed as the form finally matched the words. Oboe would smile as the young lad tried his best to empathize with his position as Guru.

“Indeed; It’s hard to truly explain – one day I was just another Namekian on our world, and now I feel the life and thrum of every Namekian who is, was or will be. To be connected, so intrinsically, to so many different lives and to actively feel their fear? Their Pain? It can be a bit overwhelming at times to be honest...”

It was evident on his face that the weight of such a position was getting to the younger Namekian. Though it was an honor to have been selected for Guru, he wondered if the reason why he was chosen was due to his age. Maybe the elders thought a younger Guru could shoulder the burden of their people more effectively. A theory that was slowly proving itself wrong in application – but time would tell as the Guru of people smiled and motioned with his arms for the other to follow him.

With purpose, the Namekian would lead his younger companion forward, towards the Cavern of Oros located behind his home. While Bass had been enjoying his stay among his people, Oboe had yet to truly give the youth any real training. Be it due to the busy schedule he was forced to keep, placating the off-worlders or simply due to his own meditations – it was unfortunate that the very reason he’d brought the child to Oros Village he’d been unable to fulfill. Until Now. He was glad that Bass had not been too busy to entertain the idea, and infact seemed rather enthused about the idea of getting some training in. Course, it almost came off as if he’d do anything to close the gap between him and the aliens on their world.

“Im afraid, in truth, that you’re right. Very soon you will be unable to sit on the sidelines any longer, your potential and strength will be needed.” Oboe let those words hang heavily over the pair as they continued. With such different ideologies, it’d come as somewhat as a shock to hear Guru agree with the young warrior. While so far, they’d not seen eye to eye on many subjects, over the last few weeks Oboe’s nature towards the off-worlders had become less enthused and more fearful. With a resounding, and heavy sigh, he’d nod in response to the conversation about their cultures. A deflection if he’d ever heard one, but not an unwelcome move to the conversation itself.

“Its hard to consider our people separated any more. I’m always shocked when you bring it up in that magnitude. Though we’re all our own castes – after such war for thousands of years, and the unification of our individual sects to become ONE People, its always peculiar to hear how you divide us. Maybe its your old way of thinking – from your previous life – or perhaps the Scar and its few villages are all of the same mindset. I’m unfortunately unaware. Being Guru provides much insight, but knowledge beyond understanding? Never.” He chuckled at the thought. “Even Mandolin, the leader of your Caste and I have grown to look beyond most of our teachings and understand what’s truly important for our people. Its probably why we’re the type of rivals we are. We both want to see Namek unified and at peace – we just have very different views on how to accomplish this. I see a lot of you in him, or perhaps he represents more of your father? Im not sure…either way…”

As the pair continued their conversation, they would finally end up at the entrance to the Cavern. While it seemed as if it were just another cave, a mystical magical presence within made it very clear that there was something unusual about this place. He smiled regarding the comment about his body modification. He nodded in kindness towards the Namekian and offered his own thoughts on that particular situation; “You’re a very rare being, Bass. While Memtic Transference is known it’s not the most common method of self-propagation. It’s of course no surprise that most of our people would be surprised that such a youth happens to have the memories and experiences of such an aged person. I take you seriously, I hope that means something…”

With that, the Guru would proceed forward into the cave. At first, the darkness would be unfathomable – deep as pitch; As the pair would continue forward murals would appear on the walls, illuminated by the strange dye used to create the visage. Deeper and deeper they progressed, the mystical power radiating more and more as the pair would feel the unique calm of the Cave. After a time, the pair would enter a massive Antechamber meant to hold hundreds. With such a massive space, Oboe would smile and turn to Bass.

“This is the holiest place of our Village, the Cavern of Oros.”

A massive pedestal was positioned in what would be the “Back” of the circular room. Its ornate design etched with depictions of Ancient Namekians, Porunga and old Magic Sigils. More sigils were emblazoned upon the walls, an enchantment that’s purpose was unknown just by glance. It indeed had the feeling of a holy room – but for why they were there? Oboe explained.

“Here we can train to our hearts content. The magic of this place is designed to keep both of us safe from danger and Damage. We’ll also be able to go all out without worrying of drawing attention. In short, no one can feel within this place and we cannot feel outside. I think this will go a long way for our training.”

Without much further hesitation, Oboe would simply move to the other side of the room to prepare for combat. “Oh! Feel free to come at me at any time. I’m very interested in seeing your own styles, and hopefully we’ll get to know one another more. As Ive learned, one can truly not say they know someone until they fight.”



PL Released back to 100,000

KP 3/3

For one so young, Oboe was constantly surprised at the level of maturity in every word uttered. His expression that this may be his last lifetime caused a pang of regret in his heart. Surely Bass couldn’t be so morbid as to consider his own death in such a constant fashion. Yet, the more the youth spoke, the more Oboe realized just how wizened he must be after so many lifetimes reborn. It was something that while he himself wasn’t too familiarized with the process, he was completely enamored by the concept. Was this how his father felt when it was time to birth him?

Contemplating the words used, Rituals and such, Oboe felt the need to respond so that Bass didn’t feel as if he were speaking only to his own rhetoric. Yet, that was not why he brought him here to this cavern. The pair had finished their preparations for combat, both having risen their power to a level within one another. He chuckled a bit at the comment of the sorcery used to create the Cavern of Oros – it was true, such magic was not normally employed by the Dragon Caste or its priests. But here in Oros Village? Such things were of no consequence.

“Perhaps. Though it may seem strange, there’s not much magic one cannot learn with the correct instruction. It’s why I wanted to bring you here, Bass. Oros Village has survived for thousands of years, nearly untouched by the conflicts that faced our world – not due to cowardice or fear, or magical protection. We’ve accomplished this through a very simple method.”

Cracking his neck and preparing himself for a combat stance, Oboe continued to explain to the best of his abilities – Though admittedly there was much more to explain within more detail – Oboe had resolved to speak only of things in a quick and concise way as the burning embers of combat started to stoke an internal fire that he was not aware had existed prior;

“We of Oros are not but one Caste. We never have been. Throughout all of our years, from the founding of our Village, we have been represented by each individual caste. Even now – as you walk among our streets – unseen by the naked eye, half of our citizens are of the Mazoku Caste, while the other half the Dragon. We have Warriors yes, but its in this unity that we have found the strength to build one another up. To increase one’s wisdom and to embolden our own capabilities. That is the true nature of my Clan.”

There was a measure of pride in every word and as Oboe entered a unique Three-Point stance for combat - his right leg knelt inward as if ready to lunge, his left pointed behind him fully extended, his right hand out before him with three fingers touching the ground and his left at his side ready to throw a punch – he continued with his final sentiment;

“I suppose that’s why My Father founded it in such a manner. I said before I see a lot of similarities between us Bass. I was able to say this for a very simple reason. My Father was also of the Mazoku caste. He once told me I represented all the good he could’ve done in his life had he followed the path of light. It wasn’t until recently that I found out the true measure of my fathers’ actions. We both – you and I – are kindred spirits in a way. We both represent a clan or caste that our predecessors themselves were nary a part of. We represent their legacy, and we’re to improve upon it as much as we can before passing it to the next….”

Oboe smiled, fully preparing himself for what was to come next. He wanted to continue speaking on the subjects that had been brought up so far, but Bass commentary about not wishing to be the first to strike first resonated hard with him. He too had been subject to such beliefs and normally would not raise his hand in violence unless provoked – thus was his pacifistic way. Yet, with the Saiyans and their influence being what it was – and Oboe and his own desire to increase the strength and longevity of his people being what IT was, the Guru knew he cold waste no more time.

“…Such things are better suited for after we begin. Allow my actions to speak for me – may the strength I show you be equal to your expectations. Ive said it before and I’ll say it once more – Namek will not grow if we remain as we are. You’re right when you assumed your words to be shocking to me in som manner. Though if you’ve noticed…Ive agreed with much of what you say. United we do create a mighty batallion, protecting our brothers from danger…but I also see much truth to the long-lasting ramifications of such Unification. Still – Individualization hasn’t worked. If it had – we wouldn’t of lost so many the first time the off-worlders came. We may never agree on this, but perhaps…in this manner…through combat we can come to understand each other’s views a bit better. Now…Let us begin!”

Without another word, Oboe lunged forward with speed unlike any he’d shown off thus far. His body becoming a blur before reappearing right directly before the younger of the two Namekians, arm cocked backwards before throwing a powerful blow towards the youth’s face. He had every thought in his mind that Bass would be able to react, he’d ensured such things by not powering up to his maximum potential – even now, he was slightly weaker than the young man.

A grin crossed his lips as he stared down the Warrior Namekian with great confidence in his actions. The grin was somewhat cocky – a trademark of the Saiyans who had taught him physical combat, a testament to the Namekians whom had shown him the ways of the fist. It was in his grandest of hopes that in this exchange, Bass would begin to understand that the Guru did truly understand everything that had been bothering the youth. He did get the feelings that the orphaned son was feeling. He’d felt it all, but their paths were different. Perhaps this was where they would converge upon one another’s views and be able to find the common ground needed.

He envisioned Bass as a Sword – it was time to see how sharp that edge will become.

PL 100,000
          KP: 3/3

The massive fist came with such speed and power the Guru of Namek barely had time to bring his arms up in an X fashion to defend! The impact was tremendous as Oboe was thrown back a short distance. Bass was indeed every bit as impressive as he’d anticipated he’d be. It wasn’t every day that Namekians were born with such prodigious and trained potential. His experiences in the past having formed the weapon that stood before him. A living testament to a father’s dying will – the essence of strength found not in the previous life. The oddity that was Bass was a testament to the hardships Namek had been forced to bear as of late.

It wasn’t necessarily that the Offworlders intended to do harm, but when they did it seemed near irreparable. Nevertheless, it was hardships that form the sturdiest of foundations. Recovering midflight, The Sage of Oros would enter a backflip before placing both of his feet upon the wall he was thrown towards. With a bend to the knee, the Namekian was launched forward once again, this time using his stretchable limbs in a different manner. Throwing an arm out, Guru would expand his right arm outward, snaking its way to wrap around the Warrior like a Lasso.

“Not bad, Lets see how you do when it’s not so straightforward.”

The strange tactic would be a shift in styles for the Guru; Adopting a more aggressive, Mazoku based combat technique – inspired by the temple rivals he’d trained against for years during his growth. The green appendage would slither and wrap as if by magic, threatening to tighten around bass with bone breaking strength. It was clear that the Guru knew a bit more about combat than he’d let on; showing mastered precision with their species strange anatomy.

“Come now Little Brother; I never asked you to caste away yourself, simply see it from the world view of our brothers. I know you may not see it now – but I’m trying to help our World. It may have been a mistake to release the Dragon Balls but I assure you, we will not allow any others to go through what you did.”

Raising his left hand up, palm facing Bass, Oboe smiled. “Allow me to show you as I Said, the styles of my Father. This…is what we call…Righteous Force. Alternatively, as I’m sure you’ve heard it before – I call it;

Gigun!

With an etheric boom, his voice would magnify and echo as if empowered by a mighty force of nature. From that open palm a brilliant hue of violet and gold coalesced into a single yellowish sphere; the violet outline of flames empowering its luminescence. With tremendous power a sphere was thrown at Bass with power unfounded. The ground beneath would crack and tear aside as the object moved its way on a destructive path towards the potentially ensnared Namekian. However, even if he had avoided the strange first attack, Oboe’s quick use of his sensory system would have allowed for a course correction.

He had to see for himself…just how far Bass could go.

Oboe’s eyes widened as the limb successfully wrapped around the body of his opposite. The sage could physically feel the bones crunching beneath his tightening grip as his extended ligament grew tighter and tighter around Bass’ body. It seemed that with all of his potential, something as basic as this was beyond him – or so Oboe had initially thought. As he continued to press on the assault, Bass used the breakage of his bones and dislocations that were occurring to wrestle himself free from the deathgrip. Quite an impressive display of clear headedness under pressure! Guru was indeed impressed with the action.

Once again, the pair found themselves on opposing side of a philosophical debate, Bass acquiescing that even if Oboe didn’t desire it, having to change himself will make him something more than what he was. That in accepting such a reality he was doing himself a service in preparation for the battles to come. The last part particularly caused the Sage to pause. He hoped with everything in his being that there would be nothing to come of the visitors searching for the Wish Orbs. That no combat would come to Namek or its people, yet even Guru knew that such dreams were a fools belief.

Conflict will occur, whether I want it to or not. I can only hope that these connections that I have strived hard to create will benefit my brothers when our hour of need comes.

As his energy attack soared ahead, Bass had done something that caught the Guru off-guard! With wide opened jaws, a massive flow of golden light would collide head on and then engulf the power of his own attack! Virulent energy cascading across the cave singed and burned the outstretched limb causing Oboe to recoil and snap his arm back – letting Bass go – in pain! The flailing limb snapping back but not in time to protect him from the onslaught of energy now engulfing his form. With a mighty shout, the cave would begin to rumble tremendously as the a dome of brilliance caused the Guru of Namek more than a little pain. It was clear that the Warrior had done something more than he’d have expected him to – the level of mastery of such an ancient and demonic technique had caused quite a pause in the Sage. As the brilliance died down, a single figure stood out from amidst the debris and smoke.

Standing, clothes singed and burned in many areas – as too was flesh – Oboe panted heavily having only narrowly protected himself from more critical damage. There was a huge difference between a Dragon Caste’s combat abilities and a Warrior’s, that much was no certain. As if he could hear the words of Steno echoing in his mind, chastising him for thinking he’d synched victory with such a simple move, Oboe spat a small glob of violet blood onto the cavern floor. Even throughout the maelstrom the magical place had resisted the temptation of collapsing atop them.

“No-Not Bad Brother; I surely didn’t think you had such an attack as that in your repertoire. It seems I’ve been operating under a misconception of ability. I won’t make that mistake again – I hope you’re prepared! I learned this one from one of the Many Saiyans on our world; Let’s see how you can handle it.” There was a cockiness to Oboe’s tone, a bit uncouth for a Priest but it was clear a while ago that the Oros Namekians were not your simple caste.

As if empowered by his sheer statement, Oboe would begin to hum with a brilliant energy as the ground itself began to quake and tear. The rumble was especially loud in the cavernous epicenter which normally would cause pain to the Namekians therein, but due to the magical warding – Bass would find such a sound as an irritating annoyance. More and more Oboe’s power would begin to grow as he’d quickly match the Warrior’s strength point for point. The empowered sage – though still far from his full strength – took up his combat stance again, mimicking the very actions of his friend Ochra from their first bout so long ago. Reaching up above his head, brilliant light would begin to spiral down both arms as another glow, violet and malevolent, criss-crossed the spiral opposite. A hum of power would begin as the Namekian connected both his wrists together with palms open and cupped. Within the center a small Marble size orb of power began to form as the ground quaked more and more. It took nano-seconds but the charge time felt like forever as the Sage gathered his Ki for a potent attack.

“Prepare yourself! Hodan! (Cannonball)”

As quickly as it had begun, Oboe had swung his arms forward with force causing the sphere to release and take with it the helix of energy. Upon leaving his grasp the sphere would grow more than ten times its size, suddenly towering over the Warrior Caste from all sides. This wasn’t his strongest attack, but it was definitely one of his best. The Sage of Oros could only watch and wait and see if his attack would have effect. Secretly, however, he was enjoying himself.



Oboe Transforms into his Great Namek State x3! 312,000 PL!!!

            Using Energy Setting, Oboe Lowers this amount to 168,000 PL

             Oboe Fires Gigun: Hodan (Righteous Force: Cannonball) At Bass! 110,880 PL!!!!

               1/3 KP Remaining

There was a change in behavior, that much was evident to the Guru of Namek. Maybe he’d been pushing the Namekian prodigy too hard, perhaps he’d been pushing his own views on the other a bit more fervently than he should have. He had wanted all of his Namekian Brethern to understand the need for unity in such times; to have a sense of self and a desire to protect one another from any future hardships, but Bass and his counterclaims to such ideals had caused himself to pause. Did he truly know what was best for Namek as a whole? His inexperience was showing and it was causing more than a slight internal struggle for dominance.

After this spar was over, he’d want to discuss more with the Namekian Warrior about what he could do to see more eye to eye with the others point of view. For now, there was a much more prevalent matter to focus his attentions on. To his shock, Bass did nothing to mitigate the damage coming his way and instead used all of his will to not only take the attack head-on, but to endure through the sheer tremendous pain that was most obviously being placed upon the other. Flesh and gore flew from the body much to Guru’s dismay – he had never wished to harm his fellow.

When all was said and done it was Bass who stood there defiantly, his body bruised and battered and more than a bit injured. His response was full of disproval, making it quite clear to Oboe that perhaps they were in a situation to where neither would ever truly see eye to eye. It hurt him to the core to know that he couldn’t find a common connection with Bass; Truly to the point of feeling wounded, Oboe would feel that injury full onto his person. Still, he had no choice but to nod in acquiescence towards the other as he admitted that he’d take all the punishment head on; as was his way.

I truly wonder what his clan had gone through to become this distrusting of even their own kind. This is madness…

As Bass continued to make his declaration of what he was willing to do for Victory – Oboe was taken aback by the sheer amount of electrical energy discharging off his form. Bending his knees, Oboe prepared himself for the coming attack as he released all his hidden power. Finally standing at full power – Oboe felt as the attack was released and could watch helplessly as it tore the room asunder. The impact against his form was resounding, deadly, such tremendous force caused the magical seals around the epicenter to waver in response. It was clear that the damage had an effect.

As the debris and smoke cleared, Oboe was left standing – his clothing and body battered and bruised, yet he himself seemed for better or worse, alright. Sure there were open gashes and purple blood pour profusely from wounds, but in the grand scheme – to a Namekian – these were superficial. Raising a hand up, panting heavily from the exertion required to protect himself, Oboe would continue;

“Enough! I think Ive gotten a good handle on your power and potential Bass. Thank you.” Slowly the glow of his protection would dissipate from his figure as the exhaustion of such exertion finally caught up to him. Reaching his hand out, his magical staff would fly back into his waiting grip as it supported his weight for the time.

“That, was well worth the time and effort. I thank you; It seems there’s much I can learn from you…maybe not so much you can learn from me though haha..Come, let us get some refreshments.”



Oboe releases his energy setting to release his full power: 312,000!

Oboe uses his B1 to protect himself (102,690) The bleed through still causes some damage but he weathers it

Attempting to End Thread