Digging up the Hatchet (Open) Sept 7, 2019 12:39:32 GMT -6
Post by Bass on Sept 7, 2019 12:39:32 GMT -6
Digging up the Hatchet
Bass's PL: 97'000
Bass's PL: 97'000
Back home, to the place where all things had began and where all things were certain to end. Here in the Mazoku Gravesite, a quiet and rather gloomy location said to carry a most intriguing mystical property to it. With the many men that had been buried here Bass couldn't help but feel a most particular aura wash over his body whenever he returned back to this location. Though Bass did claim the burial ground as his residence of choice there never ceased to be a moment where he felt as if something wasn't quite right. The young Namekian wasn't that spiritual of a person however despite his limited senses in that field there was no denying the very otherworldly presence in the air. Having been gone for so long it came as no surprise to him that he wasn't used to the atmosphere anymore. Despite such an understanding of the circumstances something still didn't feel right and he knew not what to blame for it.
The faces of the Namekian he once knew didn't seem to look at him the same nowadays nor did he to they. Whether a matter of power or ideology differences seem to be brewing within the sect of Namekian living in or near the Gravesite, he included. Tensions were building due to the ever troubling topic of the Dragon Ball hunt and he couldn't afford to play himself the fool and ignore what was going on. While he did lack the power to tackle the situation there was no denying the very state of things as they were and he was sick of it. At times like these he struggled to find where to turn to, knowing not who to rely upon or call comrade. For those who he had originally put his trust into they had managed to prove themselves anything but worth such a belief.
In the past Namek had once been a vehicle of massive warfare and unfortunately in rapid fashion it was becoming nothing more than a shadow of its own image. The word Namek and power were as far removed as they could've ever been and due to the current affairs it only helped to exacerbate things. Bearing no true force to defend its own territory as it stood as a army of questionable strength. Much too incapable of standing a chance at fending off even a sliver of the foes they may have to face in the future. Certain galactic bodies were only getting stronger and was it right to just have faith that they'd abstain from hurting others? As much as Bass might've wanted to, he knew full and well that such a view just wasn't realistic to have in a world like the one he lived in. The idea of having trust and faith in others was but a fleeting way of life quickly cast aside when one finally had to pursue his true beliefs. Met with little answers on the various questions plaguing his mind Bass returned to a hobby he did when he sought to find resolution.
Finding himself in the midst of a quiet patch of grass near his father's grave. Brain running wild as he tried to think of a means of tackling the many problems that Namek was facing currently. <Oh what a problematic time Namek's found itself in. An under-performing military, lacking in power with the added disadvantage of such a limited amount of soldiers too. Then we must consider the problem of the Dragon Balls, for how useful they are they seem to be only causing problems for Namek as it stands. Without the strength to protect our sacred artifacts what's the point in having them around? They're only a target on our back and it seems that they'll only serve to cause more strife for the people of this planet. We were better off with the asteroids than without them, no good's come of this ongoing interaction with the foreigners. A Namekian's ought to not be afraid of living in their own home, just where do we go from here exactly? Peace won't find this place unless specific things change.> A cool breeze would brush against Bass's face while he looked at the sky above him.
"Oh father tell me, am I to inherit your failings? I need to know if its worth the trouble."
Using Great Namek: 97'000(4)= 388'000