Post by Oboe on Apr 30, 2020 16:16:43 GMT -6
A short bit of time had passed since Namek’s destruction. Through the struggle and pain that was going through his body, Oboe – Guru of the former planet – had finally left Chime’s Lookout in the sky in search of a quieter place of meditation; an area where perhaps he could use to work on blocking his connection to the screaming ruins that was his former homeworld. He couldn’t admit it to the younger Kami, but being that close to space – on his lookout – was painful. Physically.
Having come to the planet’s surface, Oboe had hoped he could reach out to the survivors of Namek in a grand way, without feeling the radiating pain he was feeling internally. This had been the toughest struggle of his life as the connection with Namek had been so brutally severed, so too had his health so quickly begun to deteriorate. Coming to a rest atop the highest peak of the Yunzabit Heights, Oboe would land, immediately tumbling over and falling to his knees having a coughing fit.
Heavy wheezing and hacking occurred as he held his hand over his mouth. As it ceased, and he pulled the limb away, he realized there was purple blood coating his palm. He really was in bad shape…
Nevertheless, he would sit in the snow, legs crossing, reaching out with his consciousness to any and all survivors of Namek.
Survivors of Namek – Brothers, Please…if you can hear me, feel my presence…my sorrow. Feel this and join me. I am upon Earth – I am upon the Yunzabit Heights; Feel me, come to me. We must join together, we must be together in this time…
Survivors of Namek – Brothers, …
Oboe would repeat his message outward to the Universe, to any and all who survived Namek’s destruction – though mostly this was focused to those who were recognized in his mind and heart as Namekian. He continued for a time, and though it was almost to a point where he’d begun to give up hope that any had made it to him, lifesigns began to dot the distance. Hundreds of Namekians, those who had escaped onto their Motherpods to Earth, had made it to him finally navigating the strange worlds ecosystem. It warmed his heart to see so many, yet pained him to see so little.
More and more showed, though nowhere near the mainstay of their population. As Namekians filled the area in which he stood – he had counted just nearly three hundred total lives among the calculations. Not even a third of what they had been. He had hope, that there were many more that might have sought refuge on other surrounding worlds – but for now he was happy with what he could see.
Having come to the planet’s surface, Oboe had hoped he could reach out to the survivors of Namek in a grand way, without feeling the radiating pain he was feeling internally. This had been the toughest struggle of his life as the connection with Namek had been so brutally severed, so too had his health so quickly begun to deteriorate. Coming to a rest atop the highest peak of the Yunzabit Heights, Oboe would land, immediately tumbling over and falling to his knees having a coughing fit.
Heavy wheezing and hacking occurred as he held his hand over his mouth. As it ceased, and he pulled the limb away, he realized there was purple blood coating his palm. He really was in bad shape…
Nevertheless, he would sit in the snow, legs crossing, reaching out with his consciousness to any and all survivors of Namek.
Survivors of Namek – Brothers, Please…if you can hear me, feel my presence…my sorrow. Feel this and join me. I am upon Earth – I am upon the Yunzabit Heights; Feel me, come to me. We must join together, we must be together in this time…
Survivors of Namek – Brothers, …
Oboe would repeat his message outward to the Universe, to any and all who survived Namek’s destruction – though mostly this was focused to those who were recognized in his mind and heart as Namekian. He continued for a time, and though it was almost to a point where he’d begun to give up hope that any had made it to him, lifesigns began to dot the distance. Hundreds of Namekians, those who had escaped onto their Motherpods to Earth, had made it to him finally navigating the strange worlds ecosystem. It warmed his heart to see so many, yet pained him to see so little.
More and more showed, though nowhere near the mainstay of their population. As Namekians filled the area in which he stood – he had counted just nearly three hundred total lives among the calculations. Not even a third of what they had been. He had hope, that there were many more that might have sought refuge on other surrounding worlds – but for now he was happy with what he could see.
