Greeting the elder(Invite Hakumon,Guru)

Grand Elder Village. For generation it had acted as one of two governmental locales for the people of Namek, holding – in many ways – more significance due to its religious application and background. This was the home of many, if not all, of the former Guru’s of Namek. Each having resided in this large village (for Namek) with the other Grand Elders where they distributed their wisdom, to the entirety of their people. While the Caste Temples were the primary sources of education in each of the regarded categories (Combat, Magic, Healing) it was here that most decisions had been made for thousands of years.

It was for this reason, above all others, that Oboe, of Clan Oros – the current Guru of Namek – had deemed it unwise to remain there during his tenure. In his short time as leader of Planet Namek – both spiritually and politically – the Sage had encountered his fair share of things, foreign and domestic. He’d met prodigies and ambassadors. Warriors and Despots. He had traveled the sea of stars on his pilgrimage of enlightenment and come home wiser for the experience. At only 18 years, he had already accomplished more than many of his brothers. It was because of this that he’d grown a healthy awareness of the horrors of off world.

It was these fears that had led him to stay elsewhere, residing in his home Village of Oros. This calculation was more to the comfort of his fathers Village than some holy place that everyone flocked to based on tradition. He wasn’t keen for tradition in many ways, but he did adhere to most of it. From Oros he had run the Planet, taught younglings and embraced offworlders. It was the later fact that had most assuredly led to its recent destruction at the hands of one he had sought to enlighten.

He had been wrong. That error had nearly cost the lives of every citizen whom had ever decided to lay roots in the village. How many had been displaced due to this? How many of the clans whom had been members of Oros for generations had been scattered? His fathers dream of a United Namek had died that day, and so too had a piece of Oboe. Now homeless, he found himself meditating in the chamber of his former mentor; Weary after many weeks creating a new City – a replacement, no, Enhancement to the former village.

A Rasp came at the door, its sound grating to his tired ears.

“Elder Percus, please…” He called, eliciting a grunt from a pale-green skinned elder; hundreds of years into his own life. This man, Percus, had been the Grand Elder of the Dragon Caste for many a generation and it was he whom had once taught this upstart. Still, He and Oboe had always held a special relationship, probably due to his former allegiance to his father. It was this reason that he’d do as he was asked and answer the door.

“Yes? How may I help you?”

The Grandfatherly Namekian asked with a kindness. He was clearly happy to see travelers, but also weary on the soul. His years were nearly up. 

Xander watched the door, his focus broken up so much so that he didn't even notice it was open until the elder spoke and his brother replied. Xander was finding it difficult to properly hear or truly constrain his concentration. It was like he was out of his element, like a fish out of water. It wasn't that he wasn't use to villages, it was that the many different life forces he could sense were throwing him out of wack. He had always been sensitive to the elements of the world, and with that came life as well. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was like being surrounded by a crowd with no personal space. He felt uncomfortable, cramped, and overwhelmed. He kept a straight face, but his eyes spoke of the uncomfortable sensation he felt.

"We seek training at the hands of Guru."

Xander said after his brother, bluntly stating their intentions. It was a bit rude, but in truth the boy was rather furious in the recent events of his village being destroyed by aliens and being in a village full of the blasted things. He hated this accursed placed more than he cared to attempt, unaware of the hatred he was possibly displaying in his body language. He didn't mean to be rude to an elder naturally, but his current circumstances along with the plight of their people had truly driven him forward.

"We are from Oros Village."

Xander stated, to clarify why they were there. It wasn't exactly a secret a bunch of people had fought outside of it and it was now in ruins. Vast power levels throwing their weight around was a pretty good sign of danger.

PL: 15,000

Xanathar worried they might have come to the wrong place, his senses only picked up the a super faint power level in the back and the elder in front of him. Still the elder said this was the correct place so maybe he was reducing his power level in some way? It was strange that he would need to do that here but perhaps he did it as a form of training? It was a interesting thought but for now he let it slide as he turn back the elder before giving a sad nod at the elders condolences.

"Its alright elder I know you would have given your all to prevent that form happening if you could. That is also why we are here to prevent it form happening again if we can help it."

He replied, his words now almost automatic after being told similar things by many of the other villages that had been untouched by the attacks. He did not mean for himself to sound so detached by it all but one could only shed tears for so long before their was none left. He gave a sad smile to the elder to assure him he was alright as he entered the building, his eyes roaming the structure. It was a pleasant enough building

"I take one of those sour fruits called lemons if you have some. If not anything bitter or sour would be welcome elder. My brother and I are the sons of Jandus. Our father kept us close to the village and for the small amount of time we had with him we were glad to do so. I was trained their in the very village as a warrior caste since I was a bit wild when I was young to say the least."

Xanathar spoke slowly as he tired to not make a fool of himself, still it was nice to talk about it a little even after so long. He wondered if his brother would be happy about it or if he would keep to himself. Regardless he wanted to be stronger and if he had to wait here for weeks he would if that is what it would take to see the Guru. He was sure the man was extremely busy with it all and their unannounced arrival did not help the situation at all and it would not surprise him he they were chased out much like he had been when he was being noisy as a kid.

“Well well!” Percus exclaimed, the elder Namekian impressed with the two young Namekians before him. They certainly had the heart! Surviving something as catastrophic as losing your home, having to watch as illness and disease took your family, your friends, it wasn’t something that could easily be forgotten. The wizened elder could see a small aggression when referring to the offworlders. An aggression born of bearing witness to the atrocities of the other sentients in the galaxy. In his many years of life, he could only recall a time shortly after the Mazoku Dominion had fallen. Their subsequent annexing from the galactic populace had kept the olive-skinned beings from harm and danger.

They had forgotten.

“Alas…I’m not certain Guru is in a…receiving state. Heavy the burden and all; You must understand, he’s doing everything he can to revivify the land and make right what was taken. I’m sure you can imagine the mental and physical strain it has taken on his being.”

Percus was, in all efforts, trying to soothe the young boys into a denial of visitation, yet something the other brother, Xander was it? He had spoken of his gift with healing and of his last view of Guru; His description more grandeous and flattering that it really was – as he recalls. As his tale travelled towards his sharp ears, Guru would take to feet from his cross-legged and hovering position. A simple day’s meditation would need to wait. Stepping past the back of the building towards where the trio spoke, Oboe would grasp hold of the Lemons that had been requested by the other. With a heavy stride, the Namekian leader stepped into the chamber gaze upon these two with his own eyes.

The pair themselves were impressive; A radiant pool of energy cascading out of each of them. His mastery of the sensory arts had gifted him with a sight beyond what was normal. When coupled with his telepathy, he could almost make out a person’s potential – latent or active – with nearly unmistakable accuracy. A soft look was upon his tired face, a clear distinction that he was trying to be nice even through his own exhaustion. Twin dark lines etched upon the underside of each eye – a reminder, one would say, of the last conflict that led to the destruction of his home and the actions of a specific person whom he could never repay.

“Well, That’s a bold desire young Namekian. To lighten my burden Is no easy task, nor is it a trial for the unprepared.” With a grin, he’d toss the Lemon towards the other – more battle inclined of the two. He somewhat recognized the pair from his time growing up in Oros Village; the name ‘Jandus’ ringing more than a few memories to mind. His father would always speak fondly of the man – for reasons even he didn’t go into. Curious that his sons would end up here, before his father’s heir. A curious ring of circumstances indeed. With a discerning look, he very visibly sized the pair up for a heavy moment before speaking again.

“There’s much potential within both of you – that much I can see. To what end? Hmm…I don’t think you fathom the true depth of your latent power, neither of you do. You’re currently on the cusp of something…great. A True metamorphosis, yet your feelings about our world are very…personal upon your shoulders. You feel the weight of our world, the weight of our people so readily…yet with such fiery passion.”

Oboe would look at Percus, noting his former teachers wizened smile, as if he knew this would be the outcome. Having used his telepathy, and his ability with Energy sensing as a base - he read their surface thoughts, their intentions and their impulses and, with a grin, the Guru of namek would prod the elder with a jibe at the pair that he’d heard all too many times in his own youth, eliciting a smirk from the other.

“Much Hubris you two share.”

Staring at the pair for another moment, Oboe would sigh before finally coming up with an idea. The pair wished to train under him? It seemed, that after all this trouble with Kitiana – his last apprentice – he would once again be taken to by others seeking his guidance. To hear one state, they searched for him regarding such things was a testament to his own guilt. Why? He’d failed his last student as he was sure to fail others. Yet, for them to understand his hesitance – he’d need them to see the result of his actions, and understand the truth first.

“…Yet, I too was struck by such when I was young. Come – I wish for you two to come with me for a moment. I want to show you something. If you can keep up with me for the journey, I will gift you with a question – should you answer it correctly…then I shall train you both. Come.”

With a nod to his elder for acting as such a host, Oboe would simply exit the building through the door the pair had just entered. He’d release a minuscule portion of his power, allowing for him to ready for the journey and allowing them to make their decision on if they’d join. Should they, they’d both see Guru suddenly shoot into the air and – without pause – blast off towards the West. His speed was grandiose but not even near his top. He intentionally kept himself near their current level, if not a bit higher, if only to see what progress they’d made on their own.

The journey wouldn’t take long, if anything only twelve minutes by air. The sight that would greet the Namekians would be, of course, the former location of their home village, Oros Village. The Horseshoe mountain that had long acted as a natural defense from sight and catastrophe, had been cracked and torn in some places but mostly restored. Many buildings, many more than had ever been, dotted the surface as a defying testament to what had happened. Though there was still construction going on, the testament to the worker castes and their desire to make this happen were a true nod to their trust in Oboe and his willingness to sacrifice himself.

If they only knew…

He stared hard at the hole in the Mountain, located on a natural cliffside atop the second ridge. Oros Cavern. The sole reason the mountain hadn’t blown up. Its natural magical defenses infused into every interior rock and stone within had been designed, painstakingly, by his Father; Saw – Former leader of Oros Village. It had subsisted long before the Mazoku Dominion and seemed to do so even far after that. He could only hope to one day match his mighty power.

As the two would – potentially – approach, Oboe would wait till they were near before asking his one question.

“So, Tell me boys…What do you see down there?”


Energy Setting Adjusted: Power Level Rose to 20,000

Xander was surprised when their words were met with what seemed happiness for their spirit. Yet they were told Guru wasn't going to see them, and Xander was ready to accept this as fact. That was until the power in the back seemed to liven up and then come toward their direction. He couldn't sense well, but he could track small movements, to which he was rewarded with a sight of the Guru once more. The Guru then went on to speak, Xander listening with perked interest, but what he heard was... confusing. Not that the Guru had spoke in an illogical manner, but he did not understand the true meaning of Hubris. Only that perhaps he was overzealous? He could not tell.

It was then Guru took them to the skies, his power matching their own before they followed suit. Through the air they went, Xander becoming more acutely aware as they left the crowded area's. His senses becoming more sharp and he was able to focus once more. The life force in a town was overabundant with Sentient energy, and with so little of nature around, he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he was perhaps messed up. In his mind, he wondered if he was just a weird namekian for being less akin to sentient races and more keen to be around nature. Worries for later as the Namekian landed upon the ground with Guru. 

He could see their village, but it was being rebuilt, the destruction being repaired. Some part of the Namekian was happy, happy to see the village being rebuilt, yet the biggest thing he saw was not just that... What he saw was something they had been doing over... and over... and over again. They build... aliens destroy... Namekians create... and aliens break... That bumbling hatred in his heart festered there, in his soul as he stared at the village. He was asked a question, one of which was what he saw. Xander stood silent as he did so, his brother answering. A superficial answer in Xander's eyes, yet he did not speak right away. If one looked hard enough, they would see a cold anger in him, one that stayed as he watched his people work... to work tirelessly to repair again and again. 




Xander saw not the rebuilding of the village, but to him, the namekian saw suffering. The elements cried here, the battle having hurt them as well, and despite the repairs, it was akin to a beast licking its wounds. Xander's fist clutched as he stared down at the village in silence. His thoughts back to the day when they had lost their homes, a flash of a memory. The day they had been enjoying their days, working in the fields, teaching the young, and the old helping the young. Their culture to nurture their own, to be at peace what they had and to enjoy their own lot in contentment. 

Then the flash, the bright lights of energy, the crashing of destruction and the thought they had lost their guru. The sorrow everyone felt, the elements screaming in his ears, and the tears... It lasted only a moment, but that memory was as vivid and real as a painting before Xander. He remembered being helpless, staring at the powers that had been, the saiyan with blonde hair raging, the white demon begging, the aliens fighting. The giant apes roaring, and the cascading energy.

"I see pain... I see years of our work... gone... I see the flashes of energy from those who think they have no consequences. That they are better than us because they think our way of life is weak... I see a people hurting... workers toiling... blood boiling..."

Xander continued to stare at the reconstruction and the mountains damaged by the fighting.

"I see us rebuilding just for someone to knock it down... only to tell us to pick ourselves up again... I see a need for protectors."

Xander turned to Guru, Oboe, as his eyes turned fierce, determination burning within those eyes of his. A fire to protect his people, a desire to punish those who would do them wrong... a desire to fight. An Oath to the Order of their people. They needed protectors, they needed people to step up to protect their world and those who would seek a peaceful life. Those who did not want to fight, for children to grow up feeling safe. To never have to see the destruction the two brother's had. To never have to witness their leader, their symbol laying face down with no one to help pick him up. 

Perhaps this was not what Guru had wanted them to see, or perhaps it was something else he was eluding to. Whatever it was, Xander had seen the efforts to rebuild many times over... he had been there. He had been trying to heal the wounded, to sooth the ache in their hearts and bodies yet he couldn't. So if he could repair the damage... then he would punish the dealers. He wanted to bring this cycle to an end, to end the rampaging in their world... to bring an end to the endless waves of enemies upon their planet. 

"I see a need to stop people from walking over us... What I see is a world crying out for healing and Order."

The world crying out for healing part was the elements Xander could sense, their cries of pain here were haunting. Like someone begging for help despite the repairs being done. The world was in pain... Xander wanted to fix that.