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Post by Oboe on Dec 18, 2019 15:33:42 GMT -6
The construction of Oros City – formerly Oros Village – was coming along swimmingly. So swiftly had the rebuild progressed that it already resembled the original layout prior to the destructive assault! Due to the magic of the Dragon Caste and the hardiness of the Warriors, Oboe had found it possible to make the changes he’d desired a reality – to create a new home for not just his clan, but for many of his people. Much hard work had been put into the reconstruction, even the Tuffles had offered their hand in their own way. Things were finally beginning to look up for the Namekians of the Cargo Farmlands.
“…Oi! Make sure we have the shopping district ready to go before the end of today. We’re only two weeks way from our deadline brothers! I feel it, we’re close!” A commanding voice issued orders from atop the heights of the strange Horseshoe like plateau the village was built within. Staring at the progress from above, the leader of Namek – Guru – continued with his hands-on approach. His desire to ensure the cities completion before the end of the month was a testament to his desire to stand against the crazies that would cause harm to his people.
He hadn’t seen much of the others on world in a few weeks. He’d seen Korla not too long ago – the pair having worked together in an effort to help Guru re-establish his internal connection to his power – but the others? Well, according to their leader they’d all been on the mend in some aspect or another. He’d been a tad disappointed, but not so much as to lose faith in them. He’d met the Tuffles, all of them, and had offered each of them the same thing; Peace and a place on their world together.
It was hard, for him, to sense the off-worlders due to their bio-mechanical nature. Yet he had faith he’d see them again soon enough. As Oboe finished manifesting one more large scale building with his magic, the Guru of Namek would find that it was long since time for him to relax. Deeming it a good time as any to take a break, the Namekian would float effortlessly down the mountaintop towards the center of the village where a pristine fountain was already hard at work spewing cold water into the air in fashionable patterns. It was here the elder would take his mind off things and drink some water in an attempt to refresh himself. Unaware of any comings or goings heading his way.
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Post by Duran on Dec 19, 2019 6:05:20 GMT -6
Today seemed to be calmer than usual, yet perhaps that was simply Duran imagining things. The Cyborg was in an oddly peaceful mood, feeling quite relaxed despite the lingering stress of his people in the back of his mind. He was hard at work within the small home he had built for himself with Korla's help, tightening the screws on one of the salvaged Bots they had come across in the depths of Bosmika's abandoned laboratory. The repairs to the two Droids were coming along quite decently, yet they had a long ways to go before they'd be finished entirely. Duran set aside his tools, mind shifting to a different lingering thought. Recent investigations made him learn the true fate of Oros and it's citizens, and the news was quite the relief for Duran. Apparently, Oboe and his fellow villagers had made it out of the conflict with their lives intact, and had begun to rebuild their precious home from the ground up. Being so caught up in his own ordeals and training, Duran hadn't yet had the chance to see it for himself, but that would change today. The Cyborg stepped out of his home with a relieved breath as a calm breeze passed by. While the news was positive beyond belief, he still wondered how the Guru and his followers were doing. He knew the horrors that came with having your home destroyed right infront of you all too well, so the Cyborg was feeling quite concerned for the Namekians. With that thought in mind, Duran soared into the air, having become quite accustomed to Namek's landscape to navigate himself without the added help of his Scanners. It wouldn't take long for Duran to come across the massive plateau that overlooked the previous village. His eyes opened wide as he flew closer, overlooking the constructions from far above. Was it just him, or had Oros always been this large...? Duran landed atop the plateau with a light grunt, kicking up some dirt and grass as his heavy form slammed into the ground. From here, he saw the entirety of Oros as it was being built at an alarming, impressive rate. He saw many Namekians, in all shapes and sizes, rise to the occasion, helping in any way they could. With crossed arms, Duran smiled under his mask. Oboe had done well, it seemed.
Slowly, Duran's sights shifted toward the fountain in the midst of Oros.
And wouldn't you know, a familiar figure landed in his sights.
Relieved to see the Guru still kicking, Duran jumped from the plateau and landed softly near Oboe, a few feet removed from his backside. Heavy footsteps would approach the Guru as Duran came closer.
''Very impressive, Guru.'' Duran announced himself, chuckling under his mask. He'd wait for Oboe to turn and face him, before continuing. ''It's good to see you alive and well.'' He'd walk toward the Guru and reach his hand out for a handshake. He'd nod respectfully toward the Namekian, before letting go and inspecting his surroundings. ''I was shocked to hear of Oros' destruction, but it seems repairs are going quite well, aren't they?''
Duran's thread PL: 32,000
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Post by Oboe on Dec 20, 2019 22:12:02 GMT -6
A voice cut through his reverie, clearing his mind of any thoughts he may have been pondering. The familiar, muffled sound elicited a smile from the Namekian. Standing, regarding the one who had appeared, he embraced the mechanical feeling hand of the one known as Duran. A member of the Tuffle refugees whom he’d met with before, prior to the village’s destruction. It had been quite some time, but he had been sure that it was due more to the issues with ‘destron’ then anything else. Still, he seemed much better than he’d thought and the smile he offered was warm and genuine. A difference, from the last time they met, was the appearance of two black lines beneath his eyes – a representation or start therein of his newly Tuffulized state.
“Ah! Duran, welcome once again. Thank you for your kind words – though we’ve a long way to go to finish my vision. Expansion, more homes, more buildings – we can’t stay separate anymore; Recent events have taught me such.”
He nodded in response; “Yes, I too was shocked – I never saw the attack coming, but luckily I had acted – nearly in time. It…cost me much, but thanks to your Lady Korla – I was saved and able to defend my world and village from the rampage of an old friend and the insolence of a demonic whelp.”
The last words were spat more than stated; It was clear there was a present resentment to the one whom had caused such disdain and trouble. Someone he’d taken into his hearth, offered guidance and training, and had been spat on in return. It was clearly a hard situation for him internally, but he had done well to contain his emotions for quite some time since the incident. Still, there was a subtle reverberation to his energy fluctuations as he thought of the event. It had not been easy, but he was making progress with his newly found paranoia and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
“But Im glad to see you – tell me, how have you and yours been? Ive been meaning to come visit, see where you’ve taken up residence and see what you’ve done with the place…but with recent events…im sure you understand”
Though his demeanor was friendly and inviting, one might sense the tension beneath his façade. There was much pain within. The fear of nearly losing everything he’d built, everyone he’d loved? It had shaken him to the core. This newly envisioned Oros City was more a matter of his fear of losing everything again then any real expansionary promise. Still – it would prove its worth soon enough, so long as the rest of the clans on the Cargo Farmlands agreed to his compromise.
“So, tell me, what can I do for you?”
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Post by Duran on Dec 26, 2019 15:20:41 GMT -6
Duran's eyes widened in light shock as Oboe turned to face him; had those facial lines always been there? He couldn't recall those being there last time he saw Oboe. They really caught the Cyborg's eye, especially since they seemed so oddly familiar. After a moment's thought, Duran recalled it being a specific Tuffle design choice, one often seen in Destron Droids and Tufflized organisms. As the realization settled in, Duran's eyes widened again- yet he remained silent. Had Oboe been infected...!? But when, and how? Korla must've been behind it...And Duran was very curious to know more.
For now though, he set that thought aside, and focussed back on the Guru. He nodded to Oboe, although Duran didn't know yet what 'recent events' caused such a change in the Guru's mindset. He had seen the destructive aftermath of Oros Village, though- something truly shocking.
Apparently, it was all at the hands of a Demonic entity, and someone Oboe used to trust. Duran's eyes narrowed in disgust. ''...Betrayal truly is the most cowardly thing.'' He spat out, shaking his head. ''I'm glad to hear Korla was there to assist you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help, Oboe.'' He smiled beneath his mask. He didn't know Korla was there during the assault, yet it did help in explaining Oboe's Tufflization. It was likely then that Korla infected the Guru, yet the details were still foreign to Duran.
Duran held up his hand and shook his head in response to the Guru's humility. Even without the destruction of Oros, the Cyborg never expected for Oboe to come visit. He was a busy and important man after all. ''It's quite alright, Oboe. Ofcourse I understand.'' He assured the Guru, pausing for a moment. Duran thought back to Iyokan's coma, and sighed inwardly.
''I've been meaning to tell you about that too, Oboe. Iyokan hadn't been doing well lately. Her core had suffered major damage, and due to lack of resources, I volunteered to transfuse Destron from my core to hers. It was a long process, one that kept us comatose for over a month...That's also why I wasn't around for the assault on Oros. Iyokan and I have both recovered though, thankfully.''
There was some real and genuine guilt laced throughout Duran's words. He knew the horrors that came with losing your home all too well, and as such he understood Oboe's fears more than anyone. Although, from that understanding also came a real feeling of respect. Oboe seemed to be holding his people together, rallying them to build a better home that would protect them in the future. It was an inspiring sight.
''I'm glad to see you're doing so well, taking everything into account. It takes a brave leader to do what you're doing here. But really, there isn't much that you could do for me. I simply came to see how you were doing.''
Duran paused for a moment, his eyes once again traveling to the black lines beneath Oboe's eyes. He had so many questions regarding the Tufflization, and the assault on Oros...He simply couldn't set it aside.
''Those markings on your face...You've noticed them before, I assume? They're familiar...You said Korla helped save you and your people, right? Did she do anything to you?'' Duran asked, gesturing to Oboe's face in a subtle manner. ''...What happened during that assault?''
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Post by Oboe on Dec 31, 2019 17:14:45 GMT -6
As he looked at Duran, a look of confusion crossed his face. Had she not spoken to him about such things? Did he really not know her part in the defense of his village? With a hearty chuckle he would acknowledge the question.
“Of course, I’ve noticed them; They’re a parting gift from the destruction of my home. She truly hadn’t mentioned anything? Yes – Leady Korla did something to me during the defense of my Village. When the Demon Kitiana attacked, I was wounded.” Oboe looked off as the memories of the final moments before darkness etched themselves back to the front of his mind.
He described in vivid detail the events of that day – how Kitiana had made her declaration under the Blood Moon, how she’d attacked his village with her strongest attack, nearly laying waste to everyone he’d ever known or cared for. It was only through his quick action and full exertion of his power that he had been able to put a protective barrier up around every living soul in the village and surrounding blast area. He explained how after that he only recalled darkness.
“I was told, after the fact, that the Saiyan Ochra had transformed into a Super Saiyan – a golden haired fighter state that magnifies the Saiyan power ten-fold if not more. Another Demon showed to protect the attacker, the traitorous wretch – Kitiana, and hell broke lose in the wreckage of this place. Your lady, Korla, she showed up to protect my lifeless body. From there I wasn’t quite sure what happened – it was like I was in a void, a familiar emptiness where I could hear everything but couldn’t respond. Suddenly I heard her...”
He explained it as if she had been a guardian angel in the sea of shade. A harbor in tumultuous storms.
“As she explained to me, she used her strange ability to try and kickstart my Regenerative capabilities – which inevitably worked and I was able to route the invaders and destroyers. These markings..” He pointed at his eyes “Are a leftover side effect. Maybe they’ll fade one day – im not too worried. I have begun viewing them as marks of friendship. You’ve no idea how much danger Lady Korla placed herself under just to help me. I’ll gladly accept anything that occurred so long as I was able to protect my world.”
It was a true testament to his desire to keep people safe. Still, as he expressed the story he worried that Duran may not have approved of the others actions. He didn’t wish the other to view Korla in a negative way. He understood her presence had placed the others in danger, but he truly did appreciate the interference. If not for her, Planet Namek could’ve been in more dire straits.
“That’s about the gist of it…I hope it explains a bit. So! Duran! Enough about that horribleness - come! come! Let us relax a bit.”
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Post by Duran on Jan 8, 2020 5:11:34 GMT -6
So Oboe had noticed those markings on his face. Duran nodded faintly; he could've assumed as much, yet the sudden change in Oboe's appearance threw him off a fair margin. The Guru seemed quite shocked to learn that Korla hadn't yet informed Duran about anything regarding the assault, or his Tufflization. Duran hummed in response, he'd only seen Korla once or twice since his reawakening. And immediately upon waking from their coma, they were forced into a dire, panicked situation. Duran hadn't really gotten the chance to speak to Korla...
''We were very occupied in saving Iyokan from her collapsing Core. It was a dire situation, we hadn't really had the chance to speak since then.'' The Cyborg replied. ''Korla cares a lot about Iyokan. She's like a sister to her, I don't blame Korla for not thinking of informing me. We were all very worried.'' Duran's tone was a tad somber, and he quickly shook his head upon noticing that. It was all in the past, no need to sulk over it now, correct?
He returned his attention to Oboe, and gestured that the Guru was more than free to explain his side of the story. As Oboe went on to explain in explicit detail what happened during Oros' assault, Duran's eyes widened curiously. Two Demons, one a traitor, laid ruin to Oros...And a Super Saiyan of all people was among those protecting Oros from devastation? Duran noted the name of the Saiyan mentally...He'd have to ask more about him at a later point.
From how Oboe explained it, Korla did in fact enter Oboe's body and Tufflize the Guru, just like he'd assumed. Duran thought back to their encounter with Earth's president, and how Korla attempted the same to him. Thanks to Korla, Oboe was able to recover himself, and eventually fight off the Demons. Korla effectively saved the future of Namek, by saving her most important Sage. Duran smiled warmly under his mask, unable to help but chuckle to himself. 'Well I'll be damned, good job Korla.' He amused himself in thought.
''I can imagine, Oboe. She's really outdone herself hasn't she?'' Duran replied optimistically. ''She's grown a lot since we've made our home here... It's shocking to see how strong she's become in such a short time. I always knew she had potential, but even I'm amazed at just how much there is locked within her.''
The Cyborg's tone was surprisingly warm and awestruck. He spoke about Korla with a great amount of genuine respect. It wasn't often that Duran spoke so highly of someone, even people he was close to. He'd always be one to note their flaws and weaknesses. Growing up knowing nothing but war and combat would do that to you.
''You're right, it's all behind us now. And if they ever come back?'' Duran raised his gunblade. ''I'll be there this time.''
Duran smiled, and nodded toward the Guru. Gazing around, he'd hum, before looking back to Oboe.
''...I'm not too acquainted with the new Oros yet. You happen to know a place we can sit and talk, Lord Guru?'' Duran teased.
...Ofcourse Oboe knew. It was his city.
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