Post by Duran on Sept 12, 2019 16:32:29 GMT -6
Duran traversed the Namekian landscape with a purpose. There were many questions and concerns in the Cyborg's mind. All he craved were answers, be they positive or negative. He had to put these questions to rest.
A small village within the Cargo Farmlands was his destination. He had traveled far and wide to come to know the location of Namek's spiritual and wise leader. Oros Village, home of the 'Elder Guru'. Duran had his suspicions when it came to the Namekian race, but after Korla came to him with newfound information about their leader, he simply had to seek the Elder out himself. According to Korla, the Guru had offered to make Namek a temporary home for the Tuffle remnants, and officially ally with them.
Usually, Duran had no issues trusting Korla's judgement, yet concern still plagued his mind.
After a long and tedious journey through the Farmlands, Duran's scanners notified him of a large number of lifeforms nearby, their power levels all ranging between the hundreds and low thousands. That had to be it, Duran figured. He set course for the location, as buildings quickly began to dot the horizon.
The Namekians living within the village quickly took note of the intimidating Cyborg heading their way. They sent a Namekian to greet Duran. He didn't look too eager to speak to the Deston Menace. ''G-greetings, traveler. C-Can we be of service, perhaps?'' The shorter Namekian asked, clearly fearing Duran's ferocious appearance.
''I come seeking the Guru, Oboe.'' Duran answered calmly, ''I have some questions to ask him.''
He looked down at the Namekian with a neutral expression, to which he nodded a tad frantically.
''I-I, yes, ofcourse. Please, right t-this way, sir...''
The Namekian villager turned his back to Duran and went back into Oros village with Duran trailing closely behind him. Duran wondered why it was that the Namekian so quickly accepted his ludicrous desire to meet the Guru on such a short notice. Not to mention just how intimidating Duran appeared. Was it due to Duran appearance being akin to a Saiyan? Perhaps. They were supposed allies, after all.
''Please, wait here while I alert Elder G-Guru of your presence...-''
The Villager quickly left Duran alone in the center of Oros Village. The Cyborg's jarring appearance caught a lot of strange and unpleasant looks from the Namekians. Duran hummed strangely as he swept his vision around, simply choosing to ignore the judgemental looks. In the distance, he could spot the shorter Namekian diving into a building of clear importance.
''Excuse me for interrupting, Elder Guru...You seem to have a Saiyan visitor. He hoped you could answer s-some of his questions.''
There was a clear indication of hesitance and uneasiness in the Namekian's tone. He swallowed, and bowed his head to Oboe in apology and respect.
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Post by Oboe on Sept 16, 2019 15:46:34 GMT -6
Much didn’t pass through Oros Village that escaped the Guru’s preternatural sight. His connection to the planet, its creatures and inhabitants had offered the Namekian whom sat in the position and a tremendous boon. So, if only for this, it came to no surprise when the slightly unnerved Namekian entered his majestic home and temple and – without knowing – interrupted the young leader’s deep meditation. The stammer in which he offered gave clear indication that the one whom was requesting his presence easily didn’t seem to be a “Nice looking traveler”. Nevertheless, Guru would smile before reaching his right hand out to his side, magically a staff would appear in his waiting grasp.
Thank you, Viol. I’ll be right down
Guru spoke into the mind of his brother Namekian, his voice unheard by the outsider but acknowledged by the other without hesitation. Rushing back to the main village, the Namekian who had brought Duran excused himself before rushing back to his brethren.
For a moment, there was a silence. Nothing too intimidating, just a silence that came with the patience one had to have while waiting for another. However, as Guru descended the small magical lift pad towards the ground level, an intense pressure began to flow out of the open doorway. There was nothing malevolent about it, nor was there anything inherently offensive – simply…a massive gathering of power that held no true weight yet spoke volumes as to the reason the Namekians of this village were comfortable with strangers interacting with their leader.
To the other’s ocular enhancements, a strange flurry of readouts would come up as Oboe approached his doorway. One moment the power within the house seemed to read at ‘5’ while a split second later it was rising upwards to over a million before returning to a low twenty-thousand. For all intents and purposes, it may be perceived that the others sensory attachment was faulty or malfunctioning – yet this couldn’t be further from the reality. Without a sound and a warm hearty smile, Oboe would exit the tall abode – standing before the visitor without a hint of fear or concern. The grand staff, orange gem fixed to the top, seemed to gleam in the bright Namekian sun.
“Why, hello there – My apologies for making you wait…” Oboe took in the sight with a practiced response. With great effort, the Sage took in the appearance of the strange lifeform before him. At first, for lack of a better term, the life-form appeared to be Saiyan? Maybe slightly – or perhaps that was just a trick of having interacted with so many Saiyans over the last few months. His cybernetics however were indeed a bit intimidating. If he was not careful, Oboe was curious on if the other would attack his fellows.
“How may I be of assistance to you…Mr…?”
As Oboe approaches, Duran's Android Scouter would detect a number of fluctuating power levels, however it seems to settle at 5.
Max Power Level Base: 159,000
Energy Setting: 5
Post by Duran on Sept 18, 2019 6:20:29 GMT -6
A brisk wind howled past Duran as he stood within the open square of Oros village, surrounded by judgemental, fearful stares. Just what was this mechanical terror's business with the Guru? Why had he come here? Many seemed to fear Duran's intentions, yet held faith in their Elder, their beacon of hope. If Guru Oboe had no qualms speaking to the Android, then they had nothing to fear. Right?
As Oboe made his way outside, the villagers weren't the only once that noticed the rapid, fluctuating Power Level that came from the Guru's abode. Duran's mechanical eye ran wildly with calculations, with numbers that briefly sparked to the thousands and millions before lowering again to a measly '5'. Duran narrowed his other eye suspiciously, feeling a brief pressure settle within his chest. Whoever this 'Grand Elder' was, he was hiding his power. Luckily, Duran had no violent intentions, but it was something to keep in mind.
Oboe stepped outside with serene grace, not holding a single shred of fear or concern for Duran's sudden intrusion of Oros Village. He walked toward Duran and stood before the Destron Terror, a hearty smile plastered on his face.
Despite his grueling appearance, Duran nodded calmly before the Grand Elder, placing a hand on his chest as he introduced himself. ''Duran. I have heard much of you, Guru Oboe.'' The Cyborg spoke. Falling back into a relaxed posture, Duran continued.
''There are some things I intended to ask of you. In private.'' Duran asked not-so-subtly. Despite being taught some basic social etiquette in the Tuffle Institute for War, he was never taught proper diplomatic skills. Taking a shot in the dark, Duran hoped that all Korla had told him was true, and that he had the correct Namekian infront of him.
''Does the name 'Korla' sound familiar to you, Oboe?''
With that, Duran grew silent and awaited the Grand Elder's response. He had truly hoped that he needn't reveal more information to communicate to Oboe what he wished to talk about. The Tuffles had managed to keep a low profile these past few months. Duran wasn't about to risk all of that in a single day and expose their existence to the entire planet. He had trusted Korla's words about the Guru, but now Duran had to attain that trust for himself.
Were the Namekians truly worth trusting?
Post by Oboe on Sept 19, 2019 20:43:39 GMT -6
“Well Met Duran.”
At first glance, Duran was a very intimidating looking individual – so much so that he could understand the trepidation of his fellows. Nevertheless, his warm smile never faded even as the being stated he had business with him in private. Normally, when such words were spoken, it didn’t end well for him – but as of late, his luck had been getting a bit better on that front. As he asked if the name Korla sounded familiar, Oboe’s eyes would light up with understanding. This must be one of the few Tuffles the young Lady Korla had spoken of.
With an understanding to the others desire for privacy, Oboe would smile and nod before responding;
“Ah! Yes, I was expecting you – please join me in my home.”
It wasn't true, of course, but he had to keep up appearances. The desire for privacy had been made very clear. Moving to the side and gesturing with his Arm, the Namekian offered the entrance up to the other. It was clear that he had understood the meaning of mentioning the other, remembering her desire to keep the presence of her and her refugee people silent on the off-chance that they were still in danger. Even though the Namekian had promised to offer sanctuary, one could never be too careful in regards to such things.
If the stranger would enter, Oboe would follow from behind – using Magic to seal the entrance behind them with a shell of silence. Though unintentional, his people’s hearing was quite impressive and as such they were known to eaves drop from time to time. With the door sealing, Oboe welcomed his second guest since the creation of this new home – a structure built by himself and Miss Kitiana. Upon entering, the visitior would be welcomed by a very spartan living space. The center of the room was open, with few couches and chairs to sit in. Small tables and books were scattered – showing that the Namekian who lived here was studious.
A large circular edifice was carved into the center of the room; the lift pad that would raise them to higher locations in the home should they need to. To the left, immediately, was a massive library full of tomes and holo-recordings. It seemed the sort of collection one could spend hundreds of years reading and studying and never finishing. A testament to his peoples long history. Slightly ahead, additionally to the left and right were two other rooms; to the left, a kitchen that Oboe used for himself exclusively – having grown fond of food and teas, the other unseen as its door was closed.
“Please, have a seat, Duran.”
Without hesitation, Oboe took one of the small chairs closest to the window. It wasn’t that he preferred the spot over others, it was simply to ensure that he could provide his undivided attention without being distracted by the going ons outside. With a smile, he motioned and waited for the other;
“Tell me, how can I be of service to you?”
Post by Duran on Sept 20, 2019 6:33:49 GMT -6
Duran took the moment's silence after his question to 'size up' the Guru of Planet Namek a bit, subtly eyeing him from head to toe as his internal scanners did their work. The Cyborg was already wary of the Namekian's power, as the rampant fluctuating pressure he gave off moments prior lead Duran to believe he was hiding much of it. It was to be expected of the Namekians' grand sage, but he truly didn't appear much different from the other natives. Perhaps he was hiding his true appearance as well?
Surprisingly, Oboe had been expecting him all along, a surprise that Duran wasn't sure was pleasant or concerning. He laid his running thoughts to rest and focussed on the here and now once again. ''Thank you.'' Duran simply nodded at Oboe's invitation, following the Grand Elder to his home.
Duran was the first to enter. His footsteps echoed through the house as he remained silent, keeping to himself as he inspected the interior of Oboe's home. The Namekian lived comfortably, it seemed. And judging by the vast amount of books and scrolls, Duran could wager that Oboe was a smart and wise man. The question remained however if he was trustworthy. That's what he came for, after all.
Following Oboe's gesture, Duran took a seat straight across from the Guru, his large frame just barely fitting inside of the chair. The Guru asked what he could help Duran with, to which he hummed curiously.
''I've come here out of curiosity due to how Korla spoke of you, along with what you could potentially offer our people. You've more than likely guessed by now, but I am one of the Tuffle survivors she spoke of. I'd like to discuss your offer.'' Duran went to explain, sitting straight with a hand relaxed on his lap.
''Korla has most likely spoken of what tragedy occured to our people, so I needn't repeat it. However, allow me to properly introduce myself.'' The Cyborg gestured toward himself as he spoke with a calm and collected voice. There wasn't much to be concerned with yet, so Duran wasn't feeling particularly threatened in revealing more about himself.
''I am Duran, of Planet Plant, which is now known as Vegeta. I was forcibly bred with Saiyan DNA, and enrolled into the Tuffle Institute for War since birth. I was 'designed' to be the perfect biological weapon in the Saiyajin-Tsufuru war. One day, I was approached by the Head Scientist of Plant, who offered to turn me into the perfect fighter...'' Duran recalled his past with pride, his voice trailing off for a moment as he gestured toward his menacing cybernetic body.
''...He turned me into what I am now.'' The Destron Menace spoke, lifting his weaponized arm to glance at it with a proud, yet conflicted look in his eye.
''I was the very first Android to be fitted with a Destron Core, a special type of gas our people conceived. Many came after me. We would all be used in the war...But on the night of the Full Moon...-'' Duran stopped speaking, feeling the need to look away from the Guru's eyes for a moment. He breathed sharply for a moment, before shaking his head. ''I'm certain you know the rest.''
Taking a few more sharp breaths, Duran momentarily closed his eyes as he tried to regain his calm. He ultimately sighed out until he felt serenity return to him. Now able to focus on the present again, Duran got straight to the point and curiously gazed at Oboe.
''Enough about me. Guru Oboe, can I ask who you are?'' The Cyborg leaned forward slightly, raising a brow in curiosity. Duran was interested in the Guru's past. He had to know, in order to judge his character better. What seemed like common small talk and 'getting to know eachother' was far from it. This information was vital to Duran, all to find out whether he could trust him or not.
Post by Oboe on Sept 20, 2019 15:48:48 GMT -6
Oboe’s smile maintained the entire time, watching with great vested interest as the stranger eyed his home with an inquisitive gaze. Though he looked frightening, it became very clear that there was to be no hostilities within this meeting, allowing the Guru to let his guard down ever so slightly. It was clear that this person did not wish for refreshments, so when the time came, he would nod and listen as the other spoke to him from across the living-area. There was of course the curiousity as to what the topic of conversation would be, but as he could’ve guessed…
“I see!” he would state before the other continued.
It seemed that, according to the story being told, this Duran was indeed one of the other Tuffle refugees that had managed to make their way to Planet Namek from gods know where. As he was asked if Korla had explained the events that had led to her people’s displacement in the universe, the Namekian simply nodded to allow the other to continue. There was much vested interest in his words as he spoke – further introducing himself – as a being that had been forcibly bred with the Saiyan’s genetic markers.
It seemed that the young man before him had not been born, instead he’d been “Manufactured” in a sense, his entire life having been designed and setup for a single purpose; War. War with the Saiyans during their conflict on the planet once known as Plant. As he spoke on being “turned into the perfect fighter”, Oboe could only nod in acknowledgement as the other motioned towards his clear cybernetic enhancements. As he continued, his acknowledgement of being an Android – an automaton of some kind – helped Oboe relax a bit further. He was curious as to why he hadn’t been able to detect much life from this being…
When the topic came to the full moon that had risen high into Planet Vegeta’s sky the night of their peoples last day on the planet, Oboe would once again nod – his mind flashing to the young one he’d met in the Dreamscape, Iyokan.
“Yes, I’ve been told and through my meditations I did see from one of our people's former guru's memories, through their eyes, the truly despicable events that had occurred. For that, you have my condolences and my understanding…”
It couldn’t have been easy, discussing things such as the loss of your home or the wholesale massacre of one’s people. Still, Duran seemed more than capable of telling the story and when he was complete? Oboe felt a bit heavy. He had already been considering the words from Korla, how his alliance with the Saiyans may be self-serving and centered around one party and not his own peoples. As of late, through everything that had occurred, while he had some difficulty accepting this due to the niceties of the few Saiyans he had become friends with (Ochra, Tarch and Nashua to name a few) there was much to what Duran and Korla had spoken to him about. He was already on the fence.
When the topic of conversation switched to whom he was however, Oboe was slightly taken aback! How long had it been since someone asked him of himself? In honest consideration, not a single person had ever wanted to get to know the Guru better other than Ochra himself. This tuffle, strange as he may appear, was indeed a much kinder person than his visage would have you believe.
“Well! That’s a question if ever I heard one haha!” He chuckled as he stood and walked towards a decanter behind him. There was an iced brown liquid with leaves floating at the bottom – a tea of some kind – that he steadily placed into two glasses before walking back towards the sitting area and offering one to Duran.
“I Suppose there’s not too much to tell that would be interesting. I’ll try my best to entertain you with the story however! You see, where we now sit? This is known as Oros Village – it was once a secretive and quiet place led by my father, Saw. Built by him after the restoration of our homeworld after it had been destroyed by a maniacal off-worlder named “Vi-Po”. It’s why I was able to understand your people’s plight as we too have lost our home – more than once I might add – to others greed and anger.” Oboe paused, allowing this to settle before continuing.
“We were kept, for the most part, from our brothers as my Father’s teachings were considered somewhat heretical for the time. You see, Oros village here is unique in the sense that there’s not one single caste occupying borders. We were, after the fall of the Mazoku Dominion – a group of Namekians whom made their name known across the universe – the only village on Namek to allow for the cross-unity of all three castes: Mazoku, Dragon and Warrior.”
Oboe realized, suddenly, that maybe this seemed a bit off. He laughed an explained;
“You see..on Namek, each Namekian is situated into a Caste or Category that represents their strengths. I myself happen to be proficient in our magic arts, predominantly healing and support magic. I represent the Dragon Caste. Opposite my Caste is the Mazoku – Namekians whom meddle in the Dark Arts, using demonic energies to fuel their rituals. Finally, we have our Warriors, brothers of ours that have a penchant for combat. Each of us find our roles and stick with them, but my father believed that there was strength to be found in a unified Caste; a single group that adhered to the teachings of all three. With no one to test this on…and no one willing to step forward, he was forced to seclude himself here and, well…I was born and taught.”
He smiled. “As time progressed more of our brothers joined us and formed what you now see. Ive done my best since my father’s passing just shy of nearly a year ago, taking the role of Elder and doing what I could to pass his message along. To teach a new generation our ways.”
It had been some time since he explained the village of his origin, his father, and his own beliefs. He found it somewhat relaxing.
“To be honest, the title Guru had only been bestowed upon me over the last 5-6 Months, since the untimely death of our previous leader, I’m…doing the best I can, but somedays im not quite sure its enough. There’s much out there that I cannot protect my people from, but…I am trying..”
It was clear that Oboe was passionate about this topic, the safety of those on Namek. He could empathize with the tuffles in many ways – the loss of their world, the subsequent delegation to lower status by other races. It was something he felt happening to his own people. It was why he had offered the Tuffles land, he’d hoped in doing so that – when their numbers surged – that perhaps Namek would have allies that lived on the same soil as them. Not unlike earth, but more akin to keeping its own safe as opposed to the madness that planet lived by.
“I’m not sure that’s what you were looking for…but I hope it helps let you understand a bit more about me.”
There was sincerity there. He truly did hope that explaining some of their history might go a long way in establishing good relations with the Tuffles. It was truly in Oboe's hope that they'd take his offer, and this Duran seemed to be a reasonable sort. He could appreciate that greatly.
Post by Duran on Sept 24, 2019 14:18:17 GMT -6
Duran had seen many faces throughout his life. Many were deceitful, wearing a mask that hid their true, darker intentions. Although there were also many who held no facade toward the world. People of honor who were true to their word, these were the people that Duran respected the most, and kept closest to him, such as his friends. Carefully analyzing Oboe's mannerisms and speech as Duran explained his story...He was glad to realize Oboe was of the latter.
What struck him as odd was the fact that Oboe had supposedly 'seen' the events of the Full Moon, back on Planet Plant. Through some odd, meditatory hallucination, the Guru of Namek had also seen the horrors that transpired that day. Duran always believed magic and spirituality to be a bunch of nonsense, but the Guru had evidence to back up the very contrary. Duran accepted Oboe's words with a hint of hesitation.
When the conversation shifted to Oboe's story, Duran listened intently and silently judged Oboe's very life. All to build that trust he so desperately sought for.
The Droid let out an understanding hum as Oboe spoke of the village they were currently in, and how it came to be. It turned out that Namek was no stranger to invaders and destruction, having once been destroyed by a terrifying off-worlder. Duran's grip on his knee tightened as he nodded, understanding the pain it must have caused better than any other.
''I see.'' Duran spoke bitterly, ''...In any case, it is good to know we are not alone. Our people shared the same fate.'' He'd sigh out. It relieved Duran greatly, yet once again reminded him of those horrors. Silencing himself, he'd allow Oboe to continue.
Duran's confusion was obvious once Oboe mentioned the Caste system of Namek, tilting his head to the side as Oboe chuckled, before explaining. It was interesting, to say the least. Duran would've never known the Namekians had such a divided society, had he not been told. It struck him as strange, considering his people on Planet Plant had always been unified.
In a sense, this is why Duran could understand the thoughts of Oboe's father. A people were never stronger divided, even if they had significant differences. From what Oboe had told him, it seemed Namek had always been the victim of unwanted violence, just like the Tuffles. While the Tuffles still failed to fight off their invaders whilst unified, maybe the same wouldn't happen to Namek if her people all banded together.
''Your father sounded like a wise man, Oboe.'' Duran spoke calmly, a smirk hidden behind his mask.
Surprisingly enough, it hadn't been long since the title of 'Guru' had been bestowed upon Oboe. Only half a year ago, if he were to believe his words. This caused Duran to let out a surprised hum- he figured the Namekian before him was a well-experienced leader, yet it seemed he assumed wrong.
''Well, you certainly don't give off the impression of inexperience.'' The Droid chuckled, starting to feel a lot calmer around the Namekian now that he got to know him a bit better. Duran nodded in response as the Guru finished off his story, giving off a relaxed aura.
''Due to the desperate situation my people are in, we cannot take any risks whatsoever.'' Duran spoke in a more serious note. ''I had my doubts and fears when Korla spoke of you. I was unsure if I could trust her word. Or you.'' His gruff, muffled tone might've sounded intimidating, yet Duran was simply moving to the topic he had come for in the first place. The future of his people, and their relation to namek.
''I think you are trustworthy, Oboe.'' Duran admitted in a clear and powerful tone.
''Korla spoke of many things while she talked about you, but I must know if there is any merit for us, and to be sure there was truth to her words. I think we can be a valuable ally to Namek, Oboe. While small in numbers, our strength and technological prowess is not to be underestimated.'' The Cyborg spoke with confidence- maybe a bit too confident.
Duran's brow furrowed curiously as he leaned close and asked what had been on his mind all along.
''I must know...What did you offer Korla, exactly?''
Post by Oboe on Sept 28, 2019 12:01:21 GMT -6
The one before him seemed to understand his story with a deeper insight than most. Perhaps his own interpretation of their species mutual experiences was more alike then he’d realized. It seemed through body language alone – as the face was hard to read – that the one known as Duran had come to finally settle into his seat; a sign of understanding and acceptance if he’d ever seen one. It was a visible tell that allowed him to take control of the conversation. With an inclination of his head, he smiled at the words offered;
“Thank you, Duran, I’m glad to have at least offered some semblance of trustworthiness. I hope to never let you down for that.”
He understood clearly what the machine-like tuffle meant when he expressed a need for secrecy; should they truly have any enemies, or, alternatively if they’d like to keep their survival hidden it was a good way to approach situations. When the topic came to his discussion with Korla, recognizing Duran as one of her allies, he would nod and respond in turn;
“As I told Lady Korla, there was a traveler here before who also claimed to be a tuffle – Kid – and when he’d come, I had offered him one of the old villages to take residence in as a hope that one day he’d be able to build a home for himself. As he had not taken to it – I figured the offer would make sense to grant Lady Korla, and yourself, and any of yours that find their way here.”
Once more he offered a warm, friendly smile. He had truly meant his words when such an offer was imparted, though he found it strange that the Tuffles he’d met thus far – Korla and Duran – were slightly wary of each other in the sense of trust. Curious. Still, there was no reason to mistrust them! After all, refugees without a home, if shown kindness, would build lasting relationships for years to come. If everything were to work out between them, Namek may even be ushered into a new age of unification – a joining of ideals could be more beneficial than harmful.
“It’s my wish, as someone who can empathize with your plight, to be able to offer you some sembelance of home even if its just for a temporary time or long term. No people should have nowhere to go. No one.”