Iyokan couldn't recall where she felt it before. Everything sensation she could normally feel, she lacked. It was dulled, bland, numb. She couldn't quite grasp hold of her own memories, to place her finger on where she had just been or what was happening. Staring out into nothing, not quite even sure if she was just blind but knowing that her eyes were open, she found her thoughts cloudy and uncertain. Each time she tried to read the words in the display of her 3D Scan mode, they turned to unintelligible gibberish. She could barely feign the need to care about the strange happening too.
With no clear reason why, she took a step out into the emptiness surrounding her, and though she felt no haptic response to her step she felt reassured that she was moving somewhere. As she wandered, she absentmindedly noticed something among the empty. Every now and then, she could make out the faintest trace of what might be a cord, or a string, though it was lacking in detail and rough with static. The sizzling sound of white noise grew, still muffled by her dulled and hazy senses, as she walked near them. With each step, she drifted through the abyss, and as she did she became curious about cords and trailed along after one.
After what felt like hours, or minutes, or... she couldn't keep track of time very well in this state. Her chronometer spat garbage numbers and words out each time she checked it, and she couldn't quite track her own memories of being in this empty place. She wasn't sure she remembered much before following this chords, either. Where was she? Ever unsure, she pressed on in pursuit of the end of this thread. Once or twice, or maybe thrice, she passed by a strange knot in the cords. She hadn't stopped to examine it too hard, and she wasn't even that sure if she wanted to. But as she stared at one up ahead now, the dulled curiosity that flaked in the back of her failing positronic processing unit drew her toward it. With a weak, limp tug at the knot she felt a sudden flip of gravity and squeezed her eyes shut.
As she opened them, she was not in black space. She was home, in her creator's laboratory on Plant. Dr. Satsuma and a much shorter Korla sat bickering over something inane and familial and Iyokan gave a smile, sat upright on a table as she awaited her final diagnostics. Though it was not any sort of official gathering, Iyokan had been excited for tonight. The centennial full moon - she'd hear about it, and Dr. Satsuma had decided that he'd use his time working during it wisely by having Korla and Duran over. But as she watched, a mild warmth of cheer in his stomach, something felt horrible, and looming and wrong. Iyokan felt danger. Fear. The color drained from the scene she found herself in, as the moon shone in through the window, and alarms immediately began to sound.
She remembered. No, she couldn't be here again. She didn't wan't to be here again. No. NO. This wasn't happening- it couldn't be happening!
"Frightened. Stop it!!" Iyokan shouted out to the twisted memory she found herself stuck reliving, as her body retraced it's own steps out into the streets, readying for battle as she witnessed the immense strength of the saiyans ahead firsthand. As a building toppled with an offhanded graze from one ape, Iyokan snatched control of herself in the memory, and curled to the floor, screaming out at whatever was making her witness this again. How much worse it might feel, knowing that she was doing this to herself. "Panicked. PLEASE, PLEASE NO!! NOT AGAIN!!" She screamed but the distorted screams of her peers did not stop. This nightmare was not ending anytime soon.
Deep within the throes of his own Meditations, Oboe was searching his feelings and the waves of the universe for answers to the most troubling of plights. He’d been friends with the Saiyans – Nashua, Tarch and Ochra – and had known their ways for so long that finding out first hand from more than just one person that their culture had suppressed others on their stance to victory had caused him concern. He’d desired, for a long time, to keep friendship and alliances together in the hopes of continued peace but now…
So many of his people had declared issue with how often other races came to their world only to use their Dragon Balls; Whats more, they had made it clear that they’d prefer a bit more…reigned approaches when it came to the Saiyans and other Off-Worlders in general, but mostly in regards to the former as some wounds were still hard to move past. Searching for guidance among the many ancestors within, Oboe had fallen deep into a telepathic trance; his Mind wandered across Namek taking in all of the different energies and emotions from all those on his world.
So much had been occurring, so many changes and with it so too did he. His fusion with the recent Guardian – Steno – had caused him much duress as he struggled hourly to maintain his own persona overtop the newly forging one vying for control beneath the surface. Oboe was scared and meeting the Tuffle – Korla – and having her confirm Kid’s story had simply caused him more and more stress than he’d been able to contain. It was this, more than anything, that had been causing him to rethink his alliances and commitments to other races – considering just assisting the few rather than the many. Was that really the right way to think?
"Panicked. PLEASE, PLEASE NO!! NOT AGAIN!!"
Oboe gazed to his left within his astral state, his mind taking in the scene before him with a dreamy, wisp like visage. A figure, screaming at ghastly views of giant monstrosities destroying a world – victims distortedly screaming. His mind hurt from the sound as he decided to check in on this image that wasn’t remotely his own. Stepping through the void between the dreamworld and the telepathic, The Guru of Namek entered into the memoryscape and approached the being moving about randomly in disorientation.
Hush, Child. Hush. You’re within the dreamstate. This isn’t real – this is but a memory made worse by your own panic. Calm yourself and it will calm – you must grasp control…
Oboe’s thoughts manifested as speech more than actually talking. He knew it may seem strange to a being, a random green creature demanding calm. However, there was something about his warm and friendly tone that carried a magical weight to it, as if its very nature was to calm and relax. In many ways, it came off elderly even though the tone itself was quite young; Like an old grandfather trying to comfort their grandchild.
I am Oboe; I’ll help you – but you must take the first step…Calm yourself.
The illusory image around her trembled, counter in nature to the unexpected voice that cut through the noise in an instant, washing away at the shores of Iyokan's inner thoughts and bringing with it a soothing sensation to the mind. Her hands still shook through the haze, and she couldn't quite make out the words of the sudden presence. The color drained from the apes around her subtly, and she could feel this disconnected sense of dysphoria to the tormenting vision as she searched through white noise and sepia for whatever it was the spoke to her now.
"Delirious. Hello?" She called out into the fuzzy image, the shock fading as she found she wasn't really able to focus on the horrific imagery taking place around her. Still, the image raged on, and it felt as though her destron core might explode with how high-level it's artificial adrenal response was firing. "Scared. What is this? Who are you? What do you mean, I'm dreaming?" As she began to worry and fill with anxiety once more, the picture washed back into one of the enormous apes and a momentous fist came clattering down through a mesh of steel construction, striking Iyokan hard with a backhand and sending her blundering through the air across the landscape.
She seized at her chest, gripping tightly, her eyes wide and scanning the surroundings yet still unable to focus or lock into any details. She shouted in dismay at the hazed display in her visuals, mad that it couldn't give her anything useful. "Desperation. Why won't you work??" Lifting herself to her feet she cowered uncharacteristically, hearing the voice ringing out once more. Calm. She could do that. She could do that. "Equanimous. O-Okay, I'm calm. This isn't real, right? Right?" As a twisted, towering ape staggered forward, trampling through buildings, she gulped deep as though she needed to breath, and found she couldn't remain calm at all.
As another set of fists bore down toward her, she curled tight and squeezed her eyes shut in absolute terror.
Stepping towards the figure, Oboe’s left hand shot out towards the illusionary fist – dispelling it as it would come close to impact upon their forms. A soft white void emenated in a small area around him, a clear space untouched by the frantic thoughts He was a calm in the storm of her emotions and with it he offered a warm response to her question;
“I am known as Oboe – Guru of Planet Namek. This is but a dreamscape, a place of illusion and memory. Where our deepest thoughts and most fearful nightmares dwell. Calm yourself, I assure you I mean you no harm. Just try to find your focus, your center.”
His calm voice, deep and full of confidence, would reach out with a warmth similar to that of a grandfather. There was such a spiritual presence about him, as if there was so much to his visage then met the eye yet a kindness unmatched by any in the universe. In the dreamscape, he seemed a spirit of immense pressure, the very reason he was able to dispel a small space to himself – a pocket of his own dreamscape – was because of this very pressure. It seemed the Namekian’s title was more than just titular. There was something about him…
“Tell me, child, your name? What horrors have you witnessed in which you have seen such things? Why do you fear such monstrosities?”
Having never witnessed a Great Ape before, Oboe was not quite sure what he was seeing. All he knew was that the war surrounding them was something of great emotional distress to this figure. He was sure that such things were the causality of her fear. However, he could not push forth more effort than this. If she wished to proceed forward, to gain control, they would have to take the first step on their own. A leap of faith.
After a few moments of terrified expectation, Iyokan removed a hand from over her eye and peaked up. The ape was gone, and though a short distance away the horrific landscape of blood and war still raged, for the moment Iyokan stood alone in the hazed white space that seemed to beam from something. Someone. As she focused harder, Iyokan's mind stopped evading the figure that gave off a warm, but powerful and immense pressure, and he came into her sights.
A green figure, that she recognized from what little she had managed to get from the barely accessible TuffleNet as a native of the Planet Namek, stood before her. His hand had blinked the nightmare away in an instant, and though Iyokan felt on the verge of tears and panic, he seemed calm and unmoved by the circumstance of their meeting. Confidently, he explained himself. He explained, though she still struggled to grasp it, that this was not real, and was simply a dream.
She felt she could trust him. "Uncertain. My name...? I am Iyokan, Designation D-10K4. I come from the Planet Plant, and..." She found it hard to talk about the war, and the saiyans, and the horrible events that occurred. She had hoped she wouldn't have to, or that it was... wait. It should, not it was common knowledge, right? Surely the Saiyans sacking the Tuffles was at least a historical event. Had it faded into obscurity? Was that all the Tuffles were worth, the cliff notes nobody reads in somebody else's history lesson?
"Disgusted. Where did I see these horrors? Did... did they not tell anyone? Is it not- were we not worth explanation?" Iyokan balled her hands into fists and pressed them angrily to her eyes, groaning in tense anger. Still, the warmth enveloped her. "Furious. Why do I fear them? These monsters? The Saiyans, they... They did this! To me, to my people! They slaughtered us like animals, mowed over us like an untended lawn!"
Oboe listened, within the mindscape, as the one before him introduced themselves – though the name itself gave room for pause. Iyokan, Designation D-10K4? That almost sounded like an automaton number but…that couldn’t make any a sense…could it? Admittedly, unlike Keytar the Nametechician, Oboe wasn’t as knowledgeable about technology to the point that he could discern such interesting things like the thought he was having, but he was relatively sure that those created could not fashion themselves ‘dreams’ like an organic. This was more curious than he’d thought. However, upon the revelation that they too were from Planet Plant – much like Kid and Korla – things began to fall into place.
That’s when the landscape around them began to make more sense. The destruction, the giant monstrous beasties running rampant through what once looked to be a beautiful city. This was Planet Vegeta, years before the occupation and subsequent repossession by the Saiyans. He had to admit, seeing something like this from anothers perspective was indeed awkward, though not nearly as bad as the reaction he’d received from the other when his confusion as to what they may have seen in their life caused a negative string of words to erupt from the other.
As Iyokan went into their tirade of the Saiyans, Oboe would simply hold up a reassuring hand as if to ask for peace. He knew not what he wanted to say, but the words flowed so effortlessly that it seemed not to take much forethought.
“I apologize, I was not aware that you were a survivor of the horrors of Planet Plant. You must excuse me, I’ve only recently begun interacting with others of your species; please, forgive my ignorance.” First, the Guru of Namek decided it was important to explain his ignorance to that which he saw. It wasn’t that he had not been aware – but his knowledge to such events were only as recent as his interactions with the other Tuffles.
“…but to answer your statement; No. If it was worth mentioning to the Saiyans I assure you they let it slip to the annuls of time. The plight of your people, the Tuffle people, has been largely been lost to the flow of time. Until recently, I didn’t even know your people existed let alone were refugees from a long-fought war. All accounts that Ive been told however seem to mirror your sentiments. I…I’m sorry.”
It was a platitude, to be sure, but it was all Oboe could offer the survivor. Frowning, he didn’t know what else to say. How do you apologize for losing track of an entire species let alone the repossession and forceful removal of their kind from the galaxy? How does one such as he, a leader whom had inherited an alliance with those he’s only now finding out are bad, begin to make amends? Gazing around them, at the dreamscape, Oboe knew of only one thing he could offer. With an exertion of effort, and a subsequent surging of his own power, the Guru of Namek was able to white-wash most of the dream to allow the pair to speak plainly within the milky-white void of telepathy.
“There. That should atleast allow us to speak more, Iyokan. Please – tell me more of what has happened to you, and how you’ve managed to survive this long? I can’t imagine it’s been easy for you…”
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