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Post by Oboe on Jul 16, 2019 15:40:05 GMT -6
current set power level: 1
maximum power level: 104,000 RP (Mechanically: 159,000)
The day was calm on Planet Namek, the suns were gleaming and the dew-point was at a low; Humidity had not grown stagnant and the morning period felt wonderous. Farmer Castes went about their day as a small group slowly exited a quaint village – walled off on all sides accept the front by a horseshoe like Plataeu that towered high as a natural protection. In Namekian, the sign on the gate read “Village of Oros”, a small hamlet found within the Cargo Farmlands that was home to a unique society of Namekians – each member a different Caste – all living in unity and peace. It was here, not the Grand Elder Village, that the New Guru of Namek had continued to spend his days, residing in the home built at the very rear of the village, on a large plateau like cliff-side, towering over a holy cavern.
Atop the cliff-side, a circular platform of strangely designed coral tile – similarly designed in respect to the Lookout on Earth – would greet any and all visitors. Small shrubbery planted meticulously to create a field of Feng Shui to assist in meditations. Two structures stood in the center, a small circular building with spikes jutting out (not unlike a snail shell of some variety) and strange near invisible markings on the walls sat opposite a larger, more conical building of similar design. Through the carefully placed 3-Domed windows, a passerby or flyerby, would happen to see the interior was lined with training equipment, books and a meditation circle.
The larger building, more like a tower if anything, also had four spikes jutting out from the north, south, east and west intervals. This building had many windows to allow for natural light and held a minimum of 4 major rooms on the first floor, 4 on the mid-section and two big rooms on the top. This, was Guru’s Home; A place that he remained that he’d come to call “The Temple”. Sitting within the top most section, relaxing in his own room, Oboe – Sage of Oros and leader of Namek’s people – would be residing in a comfortable yet large ornate chair. Long serpentine like carvings etched into either side of the arm-rests coalescing to a large dragonic head atop the back of the chair. This was the seat his father had greeted so many travelers, offering wisdom and guidance to young ones from across the planet.
Though his home had been rebuilt only a month ago, thanks to the efforts of its destroyer – Kitiana – Oboe had found the majesty of his father’s architecture had survived the impact of the others Space Pod. Since then – thankfully, his home had been positioned in a place that no space-pod could ever slam into it again, offering a sigh of relief from most of the denizens of the village. It was here, in this chair, that Oboe felt out across Namek – feeling every power, every lifeform, and identifying them through his mental connection to Namek. It was so far a nice day, hopefully it’d maintain itself.
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Post by Korla on Jul 16, 2019 17:15:35 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Namek was an interesting planet, such a complete contrast to Plant that it was almost a bit overwhelming. While Korla loved her home she could quite easily discern that Namek was by far a more.. ‘Pleasnt’ place, Plant was a harsh world that required it’s inhabitants to adapt. The Tuffles had tamed there world with incredible strides in technology and were it not for the Saiyans Korla was confident they would have learned to do so much more with the wild planet that was their home… but Namek, Namek was just so very peaceful. Its gravity levels were practically nothing compared to Plant, its weather was seemingly always pleasant only so far having a few ‘too warm’ days, and most interestingly was the lack of night. And all of that was without taking into account its people, the Namekians. She had spent some time doing some reading up on the Namekians, to discern the danger they might pose to her and Duran, but by all accounts the Namekians likely posed no threat, even their most aggressive ‘caste’ the Mazoku had only ever once truly struck out against the universe and even then it was to fight the Saiyans, which was as far as Korla was concerned, completely reasonable. But data compiled by others would only help so much and Korla had little means of knowing how much of it to trust, and so that was why she chose to do a bit of recon of her own. Get close to one of the Namekian villages and see what it’s people were like herself, if the information she had acquired seemed accurate then perhaps it would be worthwhile to make more direct contact with them. Korla was pleased to quickly find what appeared to be the equivalent to a ‘rural’ village of Namekians, further out from the major hub cities they had, the only major landmark in it appeared to be a strangely ornate building overseeing it that Korla could not identify even with the aid of her scouter. For now Korla remained on the outskirts of the farms, using her years of stealth training to avoid visual and as much auditory detection as possible. And yet as careful as she was, even taking into account what she had read on Namekians having among the most impressive hearing among most known species, Korla felt… watched… as if some unseen force was casting it’s gaze upon her.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 19, 2019 15:59:55 GMT -6
The newer arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed. Deep within his meditations the Guru of Namek had felt the arrival of a power that was much higher than the standard fare of his village – though to his chagrin he couldn’t identify whom it belonged to specifically. The life force felt…familiar, almost like Kid’s, yet it was different in many ways. As it stood, currently, the figure seemed fine with not entering the village proper so this atleast spelt good intentions or at the very least a lack of desire to cause harm. Still – any arrival he hadn’t yet put a name to needed to be met as was his way, so it would come to no surprise that Oboe would rise from his station in the chair and begin making his way to the round edifice in the ground before him.
As if powered by magic the floor would lower and begin descending the two floors down towards the main entrance of his home. The doorway would open even before Guru appeared prompting the Sage to reach his right arm out and will his trademark staff into his awaiting grip. The object, long aijisa wood shaft with a Dragon Stone headpiece, was as much a symbol of the village as he was. Without words, without exertion, the Sage of Oros would find himself levitating off the ground and – with a start – rushing out of the house and towards the new arrival.
With such a distance between them, it didn’t take long for the Guru of Namek to come across the figure skulking about the vegetable gardens of the Farmer Castes. Even upon closer inspection, Oboe found that he couldn’t quite identify either the race of or the identity of the person before him. A pity. Perhaps they had come seeking him directly? No. That couldn’t be it, if it had he was sure they’d of come to his home. So, that being said, why were they here?
You wont find anything out if you don’t approach. Go introduce yourself, Guru.
A Familiar voice echoed in his mind, the chastising tone of which caused him to smirk. Even gone, he could still hear Steno’s voice reminding him of his position, its importance and what he needed to do. Sometimes, he wondered why the elders hadn’t just chosen him considering how interlinked with the position and its history he had been. Nevertheless, he took the voices advice and began to descend.
“Ah! What a welcome surprise! We don’t normally get visitors this far from Mori Capital!” Oboe’s warm tenor voice carried over the sweet breeze of the summer air. A kind and gentle smile had etched itself upon his features as the Namekian would come to land a few feet away from the young lady before him. Her alabaster skin unusual but welcome nonetheless. “Welcome to Oros Village. Is there something I can help you with, Child? Please – do not hesitate; It is my duty to assist any and all whom come to our fair world.”
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Post by Korla on Jul 22, 2019 16:01:07 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Observing the Namekians was an amusingly peaceful affair, even if she could not shake the lingering feeling of being watched it was nice to do a bit of reconissance that lacked an impending sense of danger, there were no energy signatures that indicated the presence of Saiyans instead just the readings from the relatively low powered farming Namekians. It was quite interesting to see how the Namekian people adapted, they had welcomed offworlers to their lands and surprisingly it seemed to have gone well for them, so much so that they actively altered their own behavior to aid and support the new residents of Namek, all the data that Korla had on Namekians indicated that farming was simply not a necessary thing for them. Namekians did not need food, they subsisted entirely off of water. Meaning any farming they did was likely simply to the benefit of others. It was good to see that they had not lost their world as the Tuffles had when foreign forces decided to set up shop. Korla stepped back behind one of the large trees and used it as cover as she stretched, and as she did so a voice piped up nearby nearly causing the Tuffle to shout in surprise, her calm demeanor suddenly shifting to defensive as she snapped to attention as if she’d been ambushed, as she looked up to see who the voice belonged to she found it was a Namekian. And rather than an attack she was instead greeted by a friendly welcome to the village, it felt more than a little strange to be called a child but her research indicated that Namekians COULD live very long lives and thus it was entirely possible form this Namekians perspective she was little more than a child… or perhaps it was her height, Tuffles were apparently VERY short by galactic standards and even her enhanced height did little to change that. “I.. Thank you, I am new to your planet and not exceptionally familiar with your people. I was unsure how welcome my presence might be if I simply entered your village” Korla explained doing her best to remain mostly truthful, while yes she WAS a bit more aware of Namekians than her statement indicated she really WAS mostly unfamiliar with them in any way other than simple information garnered from her search with her Scouter.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 24, 2019 16:04:26 GMT -6
The females alabaster skin and shorter stature was indeed unusual. The albino texture gleamed in the dual-sunlight above. To his happiness, Oboe found that the being skulking about Oros Village had been a peaceful alien from a world unknown. Her explanation was simple and her reasons for being so secretive about her presence made sense to him. This was, after all, an Alien world to those who were not from here. The ways of the Namekians and their cultural differences could’ve been construed differently than theirs. It was easy to understand why one wouldn’t directly approach! Maintaining his smile, Oboe inclined his head and responded;
“I see! Well we try to be as welcoming as we can to any and all those who come to visit us. Would you like to take a tour of our humble village? If you’re hungry we do have a few food stands selling steamed vegetables and dinosaur meat that just finished opening only hours ago. I know that its hard for people other than ourselves to find refreshments and nourishment here.”
The Guru of Namek was very welcoming and his tone portrayed a warmth that one wouldn’t have experienced on more hostile worlds. For many in the universe, it was a self-serving existence as many followed their own individual passions and desires in a wanton search for fulfilment in everything they did. Namekians didn’t feel the same for the most part as many of the most seasoned and aged of his kind had found peace and fulfilment in the simplest of tasks on their world. It was in this symbiotic relationship with each of the Castes that Namek had found its way. Though it was different from other worlds, Oboe would hazard a bet that it was more than noticeable by any who came to visit.
“You are, of course, welcome to visit any of our villages. Each Elder will always be willing to immerse you in tales of legend and history. I myself, could do so but…” he looked coyly at the woman “I’m usually far busier engaging off-worlders directly so I myself never get much time to discuss our people and their ways.”
Once more flashing his warm smile, the Guru of Namek realized that he’d been inadvertently rude! Shaking his head he stepped forward a single pace and extended a hand as he’d been shown by many others whom had travelled across the sea of stars;
“How silly of me! I didn’t even introduce myself. My name is Oboe; Leader of Oros Village here and…well…all of Namek actually. I’m the Guru or…Guardian of my People. Who may I have the pleasure of speaking to?” His mannerisms spoke of great study in offworld customs, even the dialect which he chose to communicate with flowed with the lessons he’d learned in his own travels.
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Post by Korla on Jul 28, 2019 20:14:30 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
To say that Korla was unused to such a warm reception was quite the understatement, at first she began to wonder if perhaps this was some sort of ruse, an act to take her off her guard, she knew from her data that Namekians were a generally peaceful people but the Tuffles had been much the same before the Saiyans arrived, surely such constant contact with Saiyans and the various Arcosian factions would stem such openly welcoming behavior at least a little? But the more this Namekian spoke and the longer Korla had to try to gauge his behavior and try to find any indication of lying or just general deception on his part the more it began to seem like he really WAS genuinely this welcoming to outsiders. Perhaps the peace the Namekians were able to experience after their encounters allowed them to maintain or reclaim their peaceful and friendly behavior? That they allowed a completely unknown element such as herself to go anywhere, visit any village, was strange to her, a dangerous lack of security on the Namekian’s behalf, it could allow an assassin, someone like Korla, to get close to their Elders, or perhaps even their leader, the ‘Guru’ if she remembered correctly. After explaining that he rarely had the opportunity to give the history lessons the Elders were apparently willing to give due to his work dealing with off-worlders he then realized he had never actually introduced himself, Korla had intentionally held back an introduction on the off chance things got hostile, better to avoid giving her name when Namekians were apparently on friendly terms with the Saiyans. With Oboe making the effort it would be suspicious to try to continue doing so and as Korla prepared to introduce herself Oboe clarified that HE was the Guru of Namek, Korla’s quiet composure was momentarily broken as a brief look of stunned shock flashed across her features “Oh, I.. I did not expect to meet this planet’s leader” Korla began pausing briefly to internally debate the safety of giving the Namekian her name, not doing so would risk damaging future interactions with the Namekians, potentially hindering efforts to get them to understand the dangers the Saiyans posed.. But giving him her name gave him something he could spread to the Saiyans, giving a fake name held similar dangers to the first option and was immediately dismissed. “I am Korla, no titles quite as relevant as yours” she said offering a fake smile, any titles she had were utterly pointless in this era, her position in the military was irrelevant when there was no military, no government, and no people with whom it gave authority over. “Is it not dangerous for a planet’s leader to do what you do?” Korla asked hoping to steer things away from more potential questions about herself and instead to help her get a better understanding of what Namek and it’s leader, were like. Korla was half tempted to get a read on the Namekian's power, see how powerful the Guru was, but it was possible the Guru would see that as a potentially hostile action, though she had to imagine he was reasonably strong to take such risks.
Korla Multipliers: x1 Items: None Techniques: None Current KP: 3/3 |
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Post by Oboe on Aug 1, 2019 11:51:42 GMT -6
As the sentient introduced herself, Oboe would nod and repeat her name as if trying to put it to memory; “Korla. What a wonderful name – Welcome.”
As he realized there was no hostility in the others nature, atleast currently, Oboe relaxed and allowed his guard to fall a bit. It was true that he’d been genuine in his welcoming nature from the start, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been prepared for what could’ve proven to be another Fenrir Wolf scenario. Still, he momentary stutter at realizing she spoke to Guru himself gave way to the wisdom that perhaps – with luck – this traveler wasn’t simply here to find the Dragonballs as so many other before her had.
Her question was valid, and it held with it a lot of wisdom. Pondering for but a quick second, Oboe chose his words carefully as he explained his position and why he was so forward with his approach. Kind tones danced along the breeze as he softly spoke;
“Oh it’s very dangerous – especially as of late with all of the travelers from beyond the stars – and it’s gotten me into my fair share of trouble haha..” He laughed weakly as if to try and make light of the near-death trauma he’d suffered prior to his merging. “…but as a good friend once told me, whether I try to hide it or not – someone is always going to come looking for me. Its better for my people and their safety if I simply make myself present and known. If there is to be violence, so long as its focused on me, I can accept it.”
As he spoke there was a definite twinge of sadness to his words. Though Namek itself seemed a wonderous, peaceful place full of spiritual awareness and power, there was of course a dark side that did not show on the surface. Her people had been suffering – not purposefully – at the hands of the offworlders and their haphazard care for their world. Fields of vegetables and other rare fruits had been completely devastated by the sheer number of impacting craters left behind by the landing pods many of the wanderers used today. The eco-system itself was seeing an impact as many indigenous creatures were beginning to get over-hunted by hungry travelers, eager to satiate their appetites for food that matched their own. In short? Namek – while looking fine from the outside – was suffering.
“Nevermind that though, I assure you all is well and if danger were to come I’m more than capable of defending myself…the little device on your head – a Scouter I believe it’s called? – would be more than capable of showing you if I weren’t suppressing myself a bit. I may be brazen in my introductions, but that doesn’t mean I go out of my way to advertise my power or presence.”
It was a safe move. If asked, he could answer who he was. If he kept his power suppressed? People couldn’t just search him out. They would too, if they could, and it wasn’t like he could stop them from figuring it out. After all… bar none…he was the absolute strongest Namekian on planet. Still - depending on her responses, Oboe would position his own set of questions to the strange girl. He noticed a familiarity between her signature of energy and one he'd lost track of over the last few months whom had been taking residence on his world. Kid - the Tuffle. His curiousity of course got the better of him and he asked;
"And where are you from, Ms. Korla? You're not like any sentient Ive met before..."
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Post by Korla on Aug 4, 2019 22:54:23 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
It was strange receiving compliments from an alien, her only real experience with interactions outside her species were of course with the Saiyans and they were FAR from genuine if ever they spoke in a complementary manner, but with this Namekian she could tell he seemed to be genuine, there was no venom in his words, no double meanings. It was… refreshing. He confirmed that it WAS quite dangerous to do what he did, but also in a way necessary, others would seek him out regardless, better to meet it head on rather than risk the safety of his people. It was truly quite admirable of him to take such risks,he also as if reading her mind mentioned that he was able to hide his full strength, making it from detection, Korla took this as a chance to test her scouter tapping it once and receiving a reading of 1, a level that would be low even for a civilian. “That is… quite the impressive technique. Is it something only your people are capable of?” The usefulness of such a technique was immense, Korla relied on stealth to do her best work but her new power and the general more commonality of scouter tech made stealth immensely difficult. “As for where I am from, my homeworld is called Plant, It was a wonderful place. I grew up in the capital with my father. It is.. “ Korla paused trying to find the best way to explain Plant’s fate “gone, the world itself is still there, but our cities, my people, they were destroyed and killed” a touch dramatic but still completely accurate.
Korla Multipliers: x1 Items: None Techniques: None Current KP: 3/3 |
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Post by Oboe on Aug 6, 2019 15:28:29 GMT -6
A look of thought etched its ways onto his olive colored features. After a period of thought, the Guru of Namek threw his shoulders up in mock confusion;
“I’m not exactly sure if it’s something only my brothers and I are capable of, though I know it comes easier to us than most. I’m sure I could show you sometime – if you’re ever interested.”
The warmth of his tone reflected his care as Guru. He truly did seem to care for everyone and anyone that was on Planet Namek, marking himself as available to others needs without asking for anything in return? That was just Oboe’s Way. With much respect, Oboe kindly listened as Korla explained her homeworld; Planet Plant. The name of the planet, when uttered, caused the Namekian to contort his face in contemplation.
Planet Plant…why does that sound so fam- OH! That’s right!
As the look of contemplation became realization, Oboe rose his right hand up – finger only – and smiled as he exclaimed;
“Ah! I believe I know the Planet and situation you’re referring to. It’s now known as Planet Vegeta? Right?”
Oboe smiled as his knowledge. Having interacted with a young man in Saiyan skin known as “Kid”, Oboe had learned about the War on Planet Plant – now known as Vegeta – and had come to understand that the Saiyans of today came from a much more hostile and volatile people. He’d heard first hand of the atrocities and had even committed a plot of land to the Tuffle in hopes that he’d be able to find peace among the Namekians. Unfortunately, through some means or another, he’d lost track of the young man – having never even had the opportunity to say goodbye. If his excitement at knowing something was to last however, it didn’t’ seem to as he quickly thew up his hands in mock apology.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep any boundries. You see, Ive heard of the plight of the natives of Planet Plant. A young man named Kid came to our world not too long ago – he’s long since passed through unfortunately to places unknown but…that means…”
As he stared at Korla for a second, another word popped into his memory.
“That means you must be a Tuffle! Oh, how wonderous! If only he was here, I’m sure Kid would’ve been happy to hear he wasn’t all alone in this universe! This is cause for celebration – please! Come come!”
Oboe excitedly motioned for the Tuffle to follow him as he wanted to lead her back to the village so to try some Namekian delicacies – on him of course – and further discuss with her the nature of her travels. Why all the tuffles had seemingly vanished, why Kid thought he was alone…but suddenly he realized that his strong natured personality may be coming off…to strong.
“O-Oh…I’m sorry…I sometimes have a habit of speaking before thinking. I hope…I have not worried or offended you Ms. Korla. Simply…Its always a grand day when we find that those misplaced by adversity can be found once again…its kind of our Nomadic way of thinking so to speak…”
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Post by Korla on Aug 6, 2019 21:57:27 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Of all the things Korla had expected, for Oboe to know of Plant had never even crossed her mind, Plant had been ravaged by the Saiyans and bastardized into ‘Planet Vegeta’ over two thousand years ago, what were the chances that anyone paid enough mind to the Saiyans to know who they had murdered to get where they were, especially long before such ready contact between the species of the universe was common. Korla had not the chance to respond as her brain worked on overdrive trying to figure out how to proceed, she had expected to be able to tell Oboe the story of Plant and it’s destruction and then later revealed that the ones who had killed the Tuffles was the Saiyans. It was a bit of manipulation but in a way it felt necessary, to ensure she was able to get the whole story to him before raising the ‘your allies did this’ point. Thankfully as Korla tried to determine how to proceed Oboe filled the awkward silence explaining that he had heard of Plant through someone named ‘Kid’ who was no longer here but by Oboe’s claim was apparently a Tuffle. It threw Korla further for a loop, she’d gotten a chance to look at the logs of those freed by Duran, there was no ‘Kid’ among them and it was not a codename she recognized. Who could he have been? Korla remained stationary for a moment as Oboe asked for her to follow him, unsure how to proceed. Could she actually trust the Guru? By Duran’s claim the Namekians were still allied with the Saiyans, but Oboe knew what the Saiyans had done, was this a trick? “It is alright, you just… caught me a bit off guard. I am not used to others already knowing about Plant and my people. I do not know who this Kid you mentioned is, it really is unfortunate that he is not still here” Another Tuffle would have been great, especially if they perhaps had more familiarity with this era than she and Duran did. “The few who I have spoken with generally don’t even know Vegeta as anything other than the place Saiyans come from” she refused to call it their homeworld, no matter how long Saiyans infested Plant it would never be theirs to call home in her eyes. She hoped to steer the conversation back to Plant rather than onto moving anywhere, at least here on the outskirts she felt relatively safe, so many escape routes and no other potential enemies.
Korla Multipliers: x1 Items: None Techniques: None Current KP: 3/3 |
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Post by Oboe on Aug 9, 2019 15:30:16 GMT -6
As he’d thought, it seemed he had been just a bit too forward with his offers. The female seemed planted in her position, probably in some form of defense or another – be it social defense or just simple fear of the unknown. If that deterred the Guru his facial features did not betray such things. As he listened he nodded with a somber appearance. It was clear that he could also feel the sadness of someone who was losing their world to the might of a people whom were stronger than his own. It was a tale that worried him from the day he heard it and was even more prevalent now – in today’s world – with the sheer amount of “I wants your dragonballs” coming from nearly every Saiyan whom had visited as of late.
“To be honest, he wasn’t very capable of telling me too much himself. It seemed that in the panic of everything that had happened he managed to ‘obtain’ a body and leave the world for ours. We housed him as long as we could but one-day Kid just vanished. I’m not sure what became of him. I can only tell you what I told him however, in regard to the Planet you came from…and the people who stole it…That's all I know. I'd love to know more but...as it stands...”
Oboe’s facial features changed to an impassive gaze. It seemed as if the next lines were to be delivered with a poignant tone.
“Sadness, regret, pain – these things are caused by what has been done to you. I can understand this, but please understand me; It was wrong. Completely, without question wrong. Though our people may be allied at the moment – the Saiyans and the Namekians – please do not take such things as our acceptance or allowance of such atrocities. Simply – we are adhering to a pact that is ages old…and subject to change.”
Oboe let the last part hang between the pair. Did he mean that Namek was no longer allied with the Saiyans? No. While discussions had been held among the people of Namek, and the consensus WAS to limit their interactions with their old allies, no moves had yet been made to aggravate the tenuous alliance the pair shared. After all, with so many Super Saiyans now inhabiting the galaxy – and few other races existing that could stand in opposition to their might; Antagonizing the Saiyans with a shattering of their alliance now? That would be tantamount to suicide.
“…I’m lucky in the sense that I do things the way I do. If not for that, I’d never have heard of what had happened to Planet Plant, nor would I have ever been made aware of the true ferocity the Saiyans can operate with. I’ve seen the reports…Arcose in flames, Earth in conflict, even here on Namek our world is scarred with the actions of the other races. My brothers have died in the crossfire and everywhere the Saiyans go trouble seems to follow them. This isn’t to say I’m their enemy – but you should not assume, miss, that I accept their actions. They too – much like many in the universe – will one day be brought to bear for their sins. In that time, when Judgement is upon them, I can only hope that your people, you, can find peace.”
The hardness left Oboe’s face as he finished. It had been…a rocky road over the last six months. Losing their previous Guru and being appointed as such had made Oboe consider many things about his people and their dealings with other races. While the Saiyans had never truly done anything DIRECTLY to the Namekian people, their presence on his world had led to the death of many of his brothers and he felt that on his own shoulders. The weight of such a burden was present in his face…in his eyes. If Oboe was being false to her, she’d have a hard time arguing such.
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Post by Korla on Aug 14, 2019 14:21:03 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Korla found herself intensely curious about this ‘Kid’ what little Oboe could provide on him suggested that he was a Parasite, perhaps one of the original series, they had never been actually implemented in the war, at least not on a large scale, and presumably if her father’s lab could survive all of these years then it was entirely possible others had survived as well, being a Parasite would explain his inability to properly explain his situation, he likely had no real knowledge of life on Plant beforehand except what little was programmed into him. Without anyone to give him direction he was likely felt lost, perhaps one day she and Duran could find him and help him. Having a parasite running around unaccounted for was immensely dangerous, especially one with no clear directive or purpose. But there was little she could do about that right now, they were in no position to launch a galaxy wide search. “I would take great care with treating Saiyans as allies, they will stand with you only so long as it is convenient for them, for as long as you provide something they are unsure they can replicate.” Korla had wanted to wait a bit longer before getting into the whole ‘dont trust the Saiyans’ thing but with many of her cards already revealed it was perhaps best to lay out some of them herself, before someone else did it for her. “I am unsure how much this ‘Kid’ was able to tell you, but Plant was our homeworld, the place where our species originated. Just as I presume Namek is for your people. The Saiyans were lost, their world destroyed, apparently by their own doing. We allowed them access to our world, gave them land to make their own, as time went on they wanted more. Eventually it was more than we were willing to give, and then it was war. I grew up during the war with the Saiyans, fought them. Things looked well for us, we had numbers and intelligence to counter their raw strength”“And then Plant’s moon was full in the night sky for the first time in years”
“And they destroyed everything. I was lucky, my father saved me from the destruction, made me what I am now in the process. But everyone else is gone, less than a handful of us still exist as far as I can tell. The Saiyans ravaged our planet, our cities, to such an extent they caused the destron facilities to go critical, and in turn poisoned the world”
“Two thousand years and they have done NOTHING to fix what they broke, I presume they left our capital intact only because it is such a destron hot zone. And even THEN the Saiyans still pick at the bones of our capital, destroy what remains of our defense androids to pick them apart for spare parts. Two thousand years and the Saiyans STILL cant leave the Tuffles to rest.”“I don’t say this to you because I think you’re lying when you say you don’t condone their actions. I just want you to understand fully what they are truly like, at their core. Because one day they might decide to do the same to your people”
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Post by Oboe on Aug 19, 2019 16:14:07 GMT -6
The newcomer spoke with such conviction, such passion, that Oboe was honor bound to stand there and listen. He examined every word carefully, deciding not to use his mastery of telepathy to attempt to read her surface thoughts in a manner to understand if she was lying or not – he had no reason to. Her story matched Kid’s nearly to the letter, though she had far more information about the days that had led up to her people’s massacre than he had. From the way the night had been to the exact nature of the Saiyans onslaught, Korla’s rendition of the takeover was very detailed, descriptive; Almost as if she herself had been there.
“I…I see. I’m sorry you had to bare witness to such atrocities. No child should outlive their family, and no being should be made homeless by another. You have my utmost sympathy…”
As she finished, Oboe had to admit that he was more than a tad shaken. Her words resonated with the Namekian, the warning was Sound. His people currently were useful to the Saiyans – that much he was aware – and it was their Dragon Balls that kept the tenuous bonds of friendship together in the first place. Should such a time come as the people of Namek wishing to restrict access to the wish orbs for fear of their overuse ever come…
Its possible, the blood on your hands would be immense; Though for now – we’re safe. This child speaks wisely, wiser than any you’ve spoken to thus far…heed her warning Guru
It was clear that Steno agreed with her warning; The Guardian of Namek’s Guru had always been very vocal of his displeasure at how the Off-Worlders – specifically the Saiyans – continued to use their Wish Orbs as a Deus Ex Machina to every mistake they ever made. It was no wonder that his internal dialogue would match such sentiments exactly. There was much Guru wanted to say, he wanted to explain that he believed her words and was trying to be as cautious as she recommended, but no matter how he cut it…the words just wouldn’t come.
“I truly don’t know what else to say. My people have lived for so long indebted to the Saiyans for their help hundreds of years ago, when our world was destroyed and they opened Vegeta up to us, that we’ve forgotten the true nature of our friends. I think your words true, full of conviction and weight – and your warning is received loud and clear.”
He sighed heavily and if the girl was paying attention, she’d realize that it seemed a heavy weight was just placed upon the other shoulders. It became more prevalent when his knees buckled beneath the weight of such thoughts and he fell to his rear onto the grass below. It was clear he was conflicted, but he didn’t seem to lose any of the warmth he’d offered her prior.
“Its hard to understand what the right call is…being the leader of a people is…a trying thing.”
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Post by Korla on Aug 20, 2019 20:40:49 GMT -6
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It seemed that, while the Guru seemed to have a very reserved nature that it was not necessarily an indicator that he was without the ability to express emotion, in fact as she spoke the words seemed to weigh heavier and heavier on the mind of the Namekian, she felt just a bit bad putting so much on the man, he seemed like a genuinely good person by nature if his reactions and demeanor was and indicator. But she could not simply remain quiet about the Saiyans, not just because of what they had done to Plant and the Tuffles, while she did consider everything that had been done to her and her people MORE than enough reason to shout every horror the Saiyans have committed from the highest peaks and over every broadcasting network available there was far more at stake than her people, they were after all already dead, they could not be hurt any more. No the true danger was for the living, for the Namekians and everyone else that the Saiyans might set their sights on. As painful as her words might be for the Guru they were necessary, if at the very least so that he was forewarned, even if he waited to take any action, or even if whatever actions he might take were simply efforts to avoid the ire of the Saiyans, they deserved a chance to know to defend themselves. Korla frowned as Oboe fell to the ground quite literally unable to stand under the weight of her words, Korla carefully took a knee near him “That the choices are hard means they are important. You will likely need a lot of time to think, perhaps consult with your fellow elders? I wish I could offer more aid but my position is very clear and admittedly quite biased. I simply want to help others avoid my peoples fate, give them a chance to understand who they are REALLY dealing with.”“The Saiyans are warriors by nature, conflict is what drives them, and I doubt they will ever be satisfied for long in a world without it.”
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Post by Oboe on Aug 24, 2019 20:23:49 GMT -6
There was a lot of truth in what the girl said and Oboe knew it. It was sad really; even though his best friends in some cases were Saiyan, he couldn’t deny their lust for battle and the unfortunate byproduct that was the damage left behind in their wake. While many of them did their best to respect the space of Namek, its world would be forever scarred by the impact of their mark in their history. The Asteroids were gone but with that loss of protection so too did come the rigors of reintroduction of the galaxy. Could their new way of life really be acknowledged by the Saiyans or any other race for that matter?
He appreciated the young Tuffle’s candor; Unlike Kid – she seemed to have no problem speaking her mind. It was strange, as a Namekian who felt the weight of the interaction with a race of warriors, he could feel a kindred spirit in Korla. Her desire to warn the galaxy to the horrors of the past was a righteous goal and a worthwhile venture. He could appreciate her need to do so, even if it caused him more duress about the decisions he’d already been struggling with.
“No, I know there is truth to your words. Though its hard to see that sometimes. Even through the worse of them – though Ive never directly seen such – there are shining examples of their nature for the pursuit of good, or just through simple innocence. Though I suppose…”
His thoughts shifted to Bass, the circumstances of his birth as his village, his past self, was caught in the crossfire between the World Trade Fleet and the Saiyan Kingdom during their pursuit of the Dragon Balls. How many others had been already displaced by such acts of horror? How many more would be displaced in the future? With a heavy sigh, Oboe would stand – his staff being used as leverage in his lift – and he’d brush his knees and robes off.
Once again, the friendly smile would return to the Guru’s face as he chuckled embarrassed.
“Sorry, I guess its simply…my people aren’t quite ready yet for the thralls that might await us among the sea of stars. Knowing just how dangerous it is out there doesn’t make it easier for any reason. Still – in any case – I appreciate your words Ms. Korla. I hope you understand, we’ll see you as a friend as it is in our nature to relate to anyone displaced by the loss of their home. We know a little something about that having lost our world more than once…we do not underestimate the value of our magic wish orbs..”
He of course was talking of the Dragon Balls. Not ever race had access to such wonderous miracles that could just reset the button. He hoped such things didn’t cause strife with others over time. He especially hoped he didn’t insult the young Tuffle before him. He truly did mean that he was understanding their plight having already promised One Tuffle aide before.,
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