Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 1:46:49 GMT
In deep space, a small pod drifts through the black on an auto-piloted course through the stars. Leaving his lush green planet behind for a strange new world on a very important task, the being inside was at rest with as much room taken up in the small pod as possible for relaxation. Trying hard to clear his mind, he closed his eyes and let his chin sink down toward his chest. He placed his open hands on his knees and gripped softly, letting his mind enter a natural drift as he attempted to shut out any distraction and allowed himself to bask in the soft hum of the pod's engine. With his enhanced hearing, this small hum turned out to be the exact kind of white noise he needed to not only relax and enjoy the trip, but also meditate over recent events and trials he'd experienced before he landed at his strange new destination called ''Earth''. He allowed his shoulders to drop and slowly relaxed each muscle in his body one by one from his feet to his shoulders, a task made a bit more difficult by his uncomfortable travel arrangement. Within a few minutes however he'd succeeded in aiding his focus, and sunk into his seat to begin replaying those recent events that had led to him leaving behind everything he knew.
His memories began to play out slowly in his head; images of his failures at solo training, and his refusal to work with the other students. He thought of his dream, the desire to be a protector of his people. His thoughts rolled forward to an image of he and his mentor when they first met, and their first sparring session when basically everything from his martial arts form to the way he struck was quickly and strictly corrected, and the memories continued flowing slowly like a stream onward from there. He remembered his first victory when sparring against another student, and he remembered the feeling of carrying someone else's support. He remembered the day he could finally train all on his own, and the next events he could recall were perhaps two of the most important of all of them.
The first was the first stage of the tournament organized to select members of the Warrior Clan in his village. He remembered waking that morning to find a slip of paper attached to the door of the home he stayed in, and he remembered the specific instructions given to enter the wilderness and find a rare herb; one that he would later find had long been extinct in the first place. He recalled how some had formed teams and almost everyone had formed camps as they stayed out in the wilds for days on end, and he finally slowly made his way to the memory of him waking to the sounds of combat at a neighboring camp. Upon his arrival, three students had beaten two others in attempts to raid their camp and steal any kind of herbs they could find. Agrio, unwilling to allow it to continue, jumped into the fray and aided the two innocents in fighting back. With his help they found victory against the trio and sent them running. Before they could thank him, Agrio had left back to his own camp without a word...
His mind then drifted into the memory of the final stage of the tournament, in the middle of the last match between he and one other proficient student. The match had seemingly been going on for hours, or at least it felt so; traded blow after traded blow had begun to show their price in fatigue on the two young warriors, and with one final clash, they both collapsed in a heap mere inches apart from each other. Offering each other a smile as they both accepted the draw, it was the first time Agrio had felt mutual respect between he and another being. After the match was called, they helped each other to their feet to a round of applause from the witnessing villagers. His thoughts fast-forwarded then to him speaking with his Elder, being informed he was to be sent to Earth concerning a very delicate matter; a missing pilot that had flown a ship to this ''Earth'' carrying some of their people.
In the middle of his meditation, he carefully and slowly moved a hand forward to press down on a button that released a weak hibernation gas. As he finished collecting his thoughts and let out a sigh, he nestled back into the uncomfortable seat and allowed sleep to take him. He drifted off into sleep peacefully, hoping it would last long enough to carry him to his destination. Unfortunately, he would have no such luck. While the fine majority of his trip had allowed him to rest, he ears rang at the sounds of an alarm going off in the pod. Peering through the observation window, he had entered what he assumed to be Earth's atmosphere at breakneck speed and off course to boot. He quickly braced himself in his pod after strapping himself in, his eyes widening in shock and a bit of fear.
He watched as the ground grew ever closer and closed his eyes, his head rocking against the pod's wall at the violent and sudden impact. All he could see or remember now was the sudden black.
What must have been hours later, Agrio woke up in a daze. He looked at his bruise-covered body and felt a laceration on his head from the wall, and awkwardly maneuvered himself to depress the door control panel with his hand. His pod embedded in a hill, he rolled out of the cockpit and down the hill to the bottom. Weak, confused, and afraid, his sharp hearing picked up the sound of running water, and he wasted no time clambering to his feet and stumbling over to it. He fell to his knees by the stream's edge and looked back over his shoulder with half-open eyes at his now-useless pod, wondering how he even had survived such a rough landing. He quickly clambered down onto his stomach and dunked his head into the stream, taking as big of a gulp as his lungs would allow before surfacing and letting out a few hoarse coughs. He fell back into a sitting position and hugged his knees to his chest before laying on his back, forcing his body to regenerate. His wounds very painfully healing and closing up, he allowed the sound of the stream to put him to rest once more, not thinking for his safety. His head's pounding ceased as he drifted away into black, allowing himself to heal and rest for the night. He woke up the next morning curled into a ball, surrounding by grass now damp with the morning dew.
He remembered his task he had been sent here for, and with his wounds now healed, he gazed toward the rising sun and pushed himself to his feet. He began a slow walk to get his bearings and patrol the area, seeing if he could find any wreckage from the ship he'd been sent to find...
He wandered for most of the morning around the area of his crash, filling a jug of water he'd brought for the trip. Scavenging through his pod, it seemed that little to none of his supplies made it through the crash undamaged. All he had now were the clothes on his back and his jug of water, which was now hanging from his belt. He lifted off from the ground in flight and reached the highest point he could find close by, attempting to sense any traces of his people through their ki. Finding nothing with no small amount of disappointment, he sat at the top of his new perch for a while in thought. So far, he hadn't seen any signs of wreckage whatsoever; the clearing he'd landed in had no parts strewn about other than the ones from his own pod, so the ship that Bana had piloted here could have been anywhere. The pilot could have already left for a return trip back to Namek, as doubtful as that was; it was still something to consider however. Agrio took a drink from his jug of water as he peered about the landscape below him, trying to focus both his sight and hearing to look for anything out of the ordinary.
The finer part of his hearing had been occupied by the noises of the local wildlife, much to his dismay. After spending a few hours perched where he was, it was beginning to settle into evening. With a heavy heart and a sigh he left his perch and spent the last bits of daylight he had refilling his water jug and collecting something to start a fire. Wandering back to his pod, he withdrew a small box with some supplies to help start a fire; a few of the items were broken, but he could still make some use of them. Within the better part of a next hour he'd started a small but contained campfire to rest at. Pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin on his knees, he poked at the embers with a thick branch he'd pulled off a tree to keep it going; he didn't so much need the flames for warmth, but merely for light and comfort. He found himself staring up at the stars , wondering where the ship he'd been sent after could have landed or even crashed. Taking a long drink of water again, he sat down the branch used to poke at the flames and used a little water to put the flames out, giving rise to a plume of smoke as he now rested on his back by the extinguishing embers.
When morning came again, he had decided he needed to relocate. There were no signs of a damaged ship having fallen in this direction, and if everything had worked out fine then the pilot would have made it back to Namek before he'd even received his task to come to Earth. He was relieved to spot his pod hadn't been tampered with or scavenged, and while it was unfortunate, he would have to leave it behind. It was too damaged to be of any use to him now, and he now had another worrying objective; getting back home after finding out what happened to the ship he was sent to this planet to find. With his very limited communication skills when it came to Earthlings, that could prove an even more difficult task than finding the crashed ship in the first place. Gathering his things quickly to use what daylight he could for his search, he moved in circles to search the entirety of the clearing one last time. What he had found shocked him; while they were difficult to see at first, a few scraps of metal that certainly didn't belong to his pod had fallen in series across the outskirts of the clearing, giving him at least a direction to work with. He excitedly picked up the pace and began his pursuit, eager to find any trace of the people his planet may have lost. His desperate search led to reckless curiosity, however, when he found himself stumbling across a large cave where he felt as if he were being watched.
Picking up a low growl with his heightened hearing, he had just enough time to turn his head toward the cave before a large, sharp-toothed bipedal creature with horns burst from the entrance, stomping rapidly in his direction after him. He froze in sheer panic and escaped the beast's lunge by mere seconds before rolling to his feet and turning, sprinting as fast he could past the cave and around the cliff it resided at the bottom off. The creature was hot on his heels and let loose a deafening roar, causing Agrio to grip his ears in pain. His feet thundered after each other one after the other, desperately clawing for any inch of ground he could gain in distance from the creature. If he took off in flight, it would likely catch him before he escaped its reach. Finding himself chased up a plateau and cornered, he backed his feet to the ledge behind him as the monster stared him down hungrily. With a roar, the creature advanced madly, causing the Namekian to panic and lose his footing. Tumbling off of a few rocks after tucking defensively, he felt bruises form on his arms and shoulders before he instinctively caught himself in mid-fall with flight. The beast stared down at him, clearly puzzled, letting out an agitated growl before stomping off slowly.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he soon realized he had two new worries to account for; one being that even if his people survived their trip here, that monsters like these prowled about, and the second was that he had just now come to terms with the fact the beast had caused him to lose his sense of direction. He let out a defeated sigh and rubbed at the bruises on one of his arms before crossing the chasm he now floated over. Finding a small cave on the other side, he examined it carefully before entering with caution. Relieved to find it empty, he sat near the entrance and took a long drink of water before resting his head against the rocks, desperate to try and come up with a plan to continue his search. He would either have to rely on luck, or he would have to backtrack to find his way back to the scrap that had given him his clues in the first place; however, every wasted minute could be another minute that any survivors from the ship increased their distance from him. His only hope was that there was someone left alive, and he knew he couldn't stop until he found some evidence of what had happened...
His memories began to play out slowly in his head; images of his failures at solo training, and his refusal to work with the other students. He thought of his dream, the desire to be a protector of his people. His thoughts rolled forward to an image of he and his mentor when they first met, and their first sparring session when basically everything from his martial arts form to the way he struck was quickly and strictly corrected, and the memories continued flowing slowly like a stream onward from there. He remembered his first victory when sparring against another student, and he remembered the feeling of carrying someone else's support. He remembered the day he could finally train all on his own, and the next events he could recall were perhaps two of the most important of all of them.
The first was the first stage of the tournament organized to select members of the Warrior Clan in his village. He remembered waking that morning to find a slip of paper attached to the door of the home he stayed in, and he remembered the specific instructions given to enter the wilderness and find a rare herb; one that he would later find had long been extinct in the first place. He recalled how some had formed teams and almost everyone had formed camps as they stayed out in the wilds for days on end, and he finally slowly made his way to the memory of him waking to the sounds of combat at a neighboring camp. Upon his arrival, three students had beaten two others in attempts to raid their camp and steal any kind of herbs they could find. Agrio, unwilling to allow it to continue, jumped into the fray and aided the two innocents in fighting back. With his help they found victory against the trio and sent them running. Before they could thank him, Agrio had left back to his own camp without a word...
His mind then drifted into the memory of the final stage of the tournament, in the middle of the last match between he and one other proficient student. The match had seemingly been going on for hours, or at least it felt so; traded blow after traded blow had begun to show their price in fatigue on the two young warriors, and with one final clash, they both collapsed in a heap mere inches apart from each other. Offering each other a smile as they both accepted the draw, it was the first time Agrio had felt mutual respect between he and another being. After the match was called, they helped each other to their feet to a round of applause from the witnessing villagers. His thoughts fast-forwarded then to him speaking with his Elder, being informed he was to be sent to Earth concerning a very delicate matter; a missing pilot that had flown a ship to this ''Earth'' carrying some of their people.
In the middle of his meditation, he carefully and slowly moved a hand forward to press down on a button that released a weak hibernation gas. As he finished collecting his thoughts and let out a sigh, he nestled back into the uncomfortable seat and allowed sleep to take him. He drifted off into sleep peacefully, hoping it would last long enough to carry him to his destination. Unfortunately, he would have no such luck. While the fine majority of his trip had allowed him to rest, he ears rang at the sounds of an alarm going off in the pod. Peering through the observation window, he had entered what he assumed to be Earth's atmosphere at breakneck speed and off course to boot. He quickly braced himself in his pod after strapping himself in, his eyes widening in shock and a bit of fear.
He watched as the ground grew ever closer and closed his eyes, his head rocking against the pod's wall at the violent and sudden impact. All he could see or remember now was the sudden black.
What must have been hours later, Agrio woke up in a daze. He looked at his bruise-covered body and felt a laceration on his head from the wall, and awkwardly maneuvered himself to depress the door control panel with his hand. His pod embedded in a hill, he rolled out of the cockpit and down the hill to the bottom. Weak, confused, and afraid, his sharp hearing picked up the sound of running water, and he wasted no time clambering to his feet and stumbling over to it. He fell to his knees by the stream's edge and looked back over his shoulder with half-open eyes at his now-useless pod, wondering how he even had survived such a rough landing. He quickly clambered down onto his stomach and dunked his head into the stream, taking as big of a gulp as his lungs would allow before surfacing and letting out a few hoarse coughs. He fell back into a sitting position and hugged his knees to his chest before laying on his back, forcing his body to regenerate. His wounds very painfully healing and closing up, he allowed the sound of the stream to put him to rest once more, not thinking for his safety. His head's pounding ceased as he drifted away into black, allowing himself to heal and rest for the night. He woke up the next morning curled into a ball, surrounding by grass now damp with the morning dew.
He remembered his task he had been sent here for, and with his wounds now healed, he gazed toward the rising sun and pushed himself to his feet. He began a slow walk to get his bearings and patrol the area, seeing if he could find any wreckage from the ship he'd been sent to find...
He wandered for most of the morning around the area of his crash, filling a jug of water he'd brought for the trip. Scavenging through his pod, it seemed that little to none of his supplies made it through the crash undamaged. All he had now were the clothes on his back and his jug of water, which was now hanging from his belt. He lifted off from the ground in flight and reached the highest point he could find close by, attempting to sense any traces of his people through their ki. Finding nothing with no small amount of disappointment, he sat at the top of his new perch for a while in thought. So far, he hadn't seen any signs of wreckage whatsoever; the clearing he'd landed in had no parts strewn about other than the ones from his own pod, so the ship that Bana had piloted here could have been anywhere. The pilot could have already left for a return trip back to Namek, as doubtful as that was; it was still something to consider however. Agrio took a drink from his jug of water as he peered about the landscape below him, trying to focus both his sight and hearing to look for anything out of the ordinary.
The finer part of his hearing had been occupied by the noises of the local wildlife, much to his dismay. After spending a few hours perched where he was, it was beginning to settle into evening. With a heavy heart and a sigh he left his perch and spent the last bits of daylight he had refilling his water jug and collecting something to start a fire. Wandering back to his pod, he withdrew a small box with some supplies to help start a fire; a few of the items were broken, but he could still make some use of them. Within the better part of a next hour he'd started a small but contained campfire to rest at. Pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin on his knees, he poked at the embers with a thick branch he'd pulled off a tree to keep it going; he didn't so much need the flames for warmth, but merely for light and comfort. He found himself staring up at the stars , wondering where the ship he'd been sent after could have landed or even crashed. Taking a long drink of water again, he sat down the branch used to poke at the flames and used a little water to put the flames out, giving rise to a plume of smoke as he now rested on his back by the extinguishing embers.
When morning came again, he had decided he needed to relocate. There were no signs of a damaged ship having fallen in this direction, and if everything had worked out fine then the pilot would have made it back to Namek before he'd even received his task to come to Earth. He was relieved to spot his pod hadn't been tampered with or scavenged, and while it was unfortunate, he would have to leave it behind. It was too damaged to be of any use to him now, and he now had another worrying objective; getting back home after finding out what happened to the ship he was sent to this planet to find. With his very limited communication skills when it came to Earthlings, that could prove an even more difficult task than finding the crashed ship in the first place. Gathering his things quickly to use what daylight he could for his search, he moved in circles to search the entirety of the clearing one last time. What he had found shocked him; while they were difficult to see at first, a few scraps of metal that certainly didn't belong to his pod had fallen in series across the outskirts of the clearing, giving him at least a direction to work with. He excitedly picked up the pace and began his pursuit, eager to find any trace of the people his planet may have lost. His desperate search led to reckless curiosity, however, when he found himself stumbling across a large cave where he felt as if he were being watched.
Picking up a low growl with his heightened hearing, he had just enough time to turn his head toward the cave before a large, sharp-toothed bipedal creature with horns burst from the entrance, stomping rapidly in his direction after him. He froze in sheer panic and escaped the beast's lunge by mere seconds before rolling to his feet and turning, sprinting as fast he could past the cave and around the cliff it resided at the bottom off. The creature was hot on his heels and let loose a deafening roar, causing Agrio to grip his ears in pain. His feet thundered after each other one after the other, desperately clawing for any inch of ground he could gain in distance from the creature. If he took off in flight, it would likely catch him before he escaped its reach. Finding himself chased up a plateau and cornered, he backed his feet to the ledge behind him as the monster stared him down hungrily. With a roar, the creature advanced madly, causing the Namekian to panic and lose his footing. Tumbling off of a few rocks after tucking defensively, he felt bruises form on his arms and shoulders before he instinctively caught himself in mid-fall with flight. The beast stared down at him, clearly puzzled, letting out an agitated growl before stomping off slowly.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he soon realized he had two new worries to account for; one being that even if his people survived their trip here, that monsters like these prowled about, and the second was that he had just now come to terms with the fact the beast had caused him to lose his sense of direction. He let out a defeated sigh and rubbed at the bruises on one of his arms before crossing the chasm he now floated over. Finding a small cave on the other side, he examined it carefully before entering with caution. Relieved to find it empty, he sat near the entrance and took a long drink of water before resting his head against the rocks, desperate to try and come up with a plan to continue his search. He would either have to rely on luck, or he would have to backtrack to find his way back to the scrap that had given him his clues in the first place; however, every wasted minute could be another minute that any survivors from the ship increased their distance from him. His only hope was that there was someone left alive, and he knew he couldn't stop until he found some evidence of what had happened...