Above the Northern Scar, in a place where the sky was once clear, there now stood shadow. The floating island of the Cathedral Verdant hovered above the wasteland, and on the top of the tallest tower was Walker, legs folded and eyes closed. He was meditating, a Dragon Radar among the items orbiting his form as he waited. He had been here for a while now, tracking down the Dragon Balls of Namek. One of these orbs was currently with him, although he had put it a floor down. Leaving it out seemed a bit silly.
As he sat in the air, wind blowing around him, he let his senses expand, Ki sense pushing as far as he could, attempting to differentiate the specific signatures nearest to him, and keep them distinct as he worked outwards. It was tough going, but he thought he might be making progress. Although, now that he considered the positions relative to him... it seemed one was moving towards him. A not inconsiderable one, definitely higher than most on Namek. At a guess, it was comparable to Xylo. Cracking open one eye, he turned his head towards it. A message went out through the mental link he possessed with the other Verdant on the isle, his creations. "If some food could be brought up from the cellars, I would appreciate it. I get the feeling a visitor is impending."
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As a member of the Solar Saiyan Empire and an ally/guardian of the Guru, it was no wonder that Shemha stood with her yes fixed on what could only be described as a floating island. Boots planted in the thick blue grass of Namek she scanned the floating object, unsure what she was really looking at. While the details of the island drew the eyes, she struggled to pull the majority of her focus from the presence she felt from atop the structure.
Throughout her time on Namek, the Majin began to understand the strength of those around her. Queen Habana and General Mayze, both Super Saiyans possessed strength that stretched beyond her own. Her friend Noxa she had felt from across the galaxy, the woman’s signature above eight million when she had removed the Arcosian Emperor from his throne. At the time, she thought the strange red head possibly the strongest in the Universe, but now she sensed another that surpassed even that. Atop this strange floating island sat someone even Noxa would struggle to engage.
She didn’t fear what she felt, she was curious. There was a very real possibility that the individual, who she assumed was aware of her presence, already knew she was close. Able to sense the energy of others she chose to assume others did as well rather than think them ignorant to such a simple technique. Whoever this was, neither Habana nor Accordio chose to mention their presence if they were aware of it and if they weren’t aware of it…that made her desire to investigate that much stronger.
With a small almost noncommittal shrug of her shoulders she rose into the air. Far stronger than she once was, Shemha quickly closed the rest of the distance and a few moments after she took off, she rose over the edge of the strange floating island. Quickly she recognized the owner of the powerful signature she so clearly sensed, yet she wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking at when she rose higher to his spot atop the tower. With its energy a mixture of signatures, similar to Noxa’s, the mystery only deepened. Regardless of her inability to classify the large, dark skinned creature, she never forgot her manners.
”Greetings, stranger. I do hope I am not intruding, but I saw…whatever this is,” Shemha stated as her hand motioned to the object below him. ”and I found myself curious. My name is Shemha.” The Majin stated as she introduced herself with a low bow.
When Shemha landed, Walker didn't immediately acknowledge her. The floatings of the items around him slowed, before whisking about and sequestering themselves in individual pockets on his robe. Putting his legs down, he stood, and turned to face the Majin fully. Bright red, and more mature looking than Presto. Interesting. She also seemed to be quite strong, perhaps not quite SSJ level, but he had a sneaking suspicion that she might have greater potential yet-untapped. Perhaps Majins just took longer to reach their next fount of power, as he had.
Bowing in return, Walker smiled slightly.
"My name is Walker, it is a pleasure to meet you, Shemha. This place is my home, the Cathedral Verdant." Gesturing, a slight clatter came from below, and a moment later, a table, chairs, tablecloth, cake rack, tea pot, and a number of other things came flying upwards, assembling themselves into a sitting-room like atmosphere. "Please, sit. I am always glad to have guests. I am currently here assisting the Guru of Namek with something. What do you do, if I may ask?" Lifting the teapot with his tail, he poured himself a cup, then held it up questioningly to Shemha. Meanwhile, a small array of cakes, scones, and other snacks began adding themselves to the cake rack.
The creature turned out to be far taller than his seated posture revealed. As it rose to it’s full height Shemha’s neck craned some to keep her focus on its head. Nearly double her size, whatever this individual was made her look like quite the runt. If she was a more vain woman she might have reshaped to match his size, but there was no practicality behind it. Based on stature alone the creature was intimidating, but the light smile he offered hinted at a gentleness to this giant.
”The pleasure is mine, Walker.” She replied with a warm smile of her own.
Unexpectedly various items rose to the top of the tower with a slight gesture of his hand, the collection of household goods quick to transform the small area into one suited for a guest. Never one to turn down such a polite offer, she nodded slightly before her slender frame slipped into the chair closest to her. Shemha didn’t reach for any of the treats, but did lift her own tea cup for him to fill. As he poured the hot liquid with his tail, she answered his question.
”I am actually a student of the same Guru you’re here to help, Accordio.” Shemha responded with another smile. She wasn’t lying, but she made sure to leave out the details like she always did when talking with someone she did not know…especially when they were this powerful. To mention she was a member of the SSE was a touchy topic for many saw them as a threat and too many in this Universe were quick to act.
As he finished pouring she slowly set the cup back down to the table.
”Thank you for the tea. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that an ally of Accordio is so polite to a stranger, he sets a good example doesn’t he?” Shemha half questioned half stated. Even with Walker’s admittance to helping the Guru she didn’t want to reveal to much of her roll on Namek. Hopefully she could casually pull more information from the towering tree-like creature to better assess how her own involvement might be judged.
"Oh? A student of Accordio? I intend to learn from him as well, but I am currently seeking the Dragon Balls to prove myself to him." He gestured to the orbs sitting beside him. He had managed to find 2 so far, and was currently on the trail of a third. Accordio had one, so that made almost half. He was hopeful that he would locate the rest quickly. It was not certain, but he was probably the best bet for keeping them safe.
Pausing, he blinked at Shemha's response. "... Polite? You must have met someone different. The Accordio I met was grumpy, if civil. He expressed a wish that idiots would stop bothering him." Chuckling slightly, he sipped at his tea. "Ah well. I intend to help him regardless. He wishes to protect this planet, and I see that as a noble goal." Setting his cup down, he looked out at the horizon, thinking. "It's funny, you know. My link to this planet is strongest in my brother. Xylo, the Mazoku Lord." Folding his hands, he was silent for a second.
"He was killed by the SSE. Given his nature, I can't really disagree. However, I am not certain I am comfortable with the SSE's continued presence on this planet. If Namek can protect itself, the SSE will not have the reason of protecting Namek to keep them here. What they do then will say much about the successor to Zuccetta. Her stepping down was a moment of wisdom I did not expect from the woman who killed my best friend." If he had been aware of Shemha's status as a member of the SSE, he might have remained silent.
"I have met honorable members of the SSE, but I have also seen warmongering and slavery under their fist. With Zuccetta gone, I intend to see how they decide to behave. I suppose we will all have to see." He made no overt expression of anger, but there was a brief moment of tension in the air. "I apologize, I am rambling." Picking up his cup, he moved it to his face, and appeared to take a sip. An odd thing, given his lack of a mouth.
Somehow she missed the two spheres when she first arrived. Likely distracted enough by the strange, large creature that was Walker, it wasn’t completely unfathomable she would miss them. The radar she possessed was clipped to the back of her waistband, the small device of course not active at the moment. It didn’t matter, at least according to his words he had chosen to help the Guru as well. So for all tense and purposes, those spheres might as well be at Accordio’s side.
As for his comment about the somewhat grumpy Namekian that owned the title of Guru, Shemha honestly couldn’t say she agreed. During her interactions with the young green man he remained polite and far from grumpy, perhaps that was because she had been.
”Xylo, I have heard of him.” She confirmed as he paused for a moment. What she knew of the now deceased warrior was his less than favorable past here on Namek. The small comment is all she would make though before she allowed him to continue unhindered. In would turn out, her silence proved useful.
His mention of the Empire and his uncertainty with its presence on Namek brought up the question if she should mention her position among the SSE. He was right, Habana’s stead as Queen could take the Empire in a different direction indeed, but even with his limited optimism she was unsure how he would truly handle the reveal that she was loyal to the group. So for now, she wouldn’t lie, but neither would she mention her ties to the Empire.
”As have I.” Shemha stated in regards to the existence of honorable warriors in the SSE. ”One has to believe that no matter what organization or group, there are those within it that mean to to go. I guess that could be a matter of perspective, but still.” She added with a small shrug of her shoulders, not wanting to press the idea too much and potentially hint she sympathized with the Empire or that she might be part of it.
”No reason to apologize. I would like to ask a question though if I may.” The Majin proposed and if no objection came, she spoke again.
”You referred to Xylo as your brother, yet from what I know of him, he was Namekian. Please excuse me, but you do not appear to be Namekian…not even partially. Are you related by some other means?” Shemha asked, tone polite as could be with the hope she did not offend him. The question was a little forward, but she looked to clarify instead of assume.
Oh? It seemed she had heard of his brother. This was interesting. He was aware that the Mazoku's name was known, but it seemed it was more widely known than he expected. Still, that was him. Walker had, in the end, little to do with his brother. He cracked his neck slowly, working out the kinks as he considered. He had not really been moving much, in the time he had been meditating here.
It seemed the Majin agreed, at least to some degree, with his assertions about the Saiyan Solar Empire. Although... he considered the woman. She was red, and he wasn't entirely sure how Majin coloring worked. Could she be an SSE Majin, and have picked the color somehow? No, he was pretty sure that would be racist to ask. Still, the only non-Namekian faction he was aware of on the planet was the SSE, and it was a hell of a coincidence that he met a Majin with their colors. Perhaps he was just being paranoid, but it was a bit hard to tell.
"I take no offence. That is a fair question." He considered how to respond. "Xylo is my brother in a sense. He is the son of the Namekian Lord Tuner, a Mazoku Lord who has since died." He place a hand on his chest, fingers splayed, as he looked down. "I was created. My body was grown from a wooden implement used to seal a man possessed by the Demon Cernunnos, watered on the blood he shed when he fell. The essence of Lord Tuner was used as a catalyst in the circumstances that brought me to life. I was created not through science, but through almost accidental sorcery. As such, I am Xylo's brother, in that we share the same "Father."
Lowering his hand, he waited for the Majin's response, curious to see how she would take this.
Walker’s tale was odd, not that she expected the origin story of the strange creature housed atop a floating island to be anything but strange. What interested her most though, was his use of the term sorcery. Only recently had she begun to tap into the magical abilities her species possessed. This new realm of possibilities opened up new paths for her, unknown paths and ones she still sought to explore. If he could be created through similar means and the Dragon Balls summoned by the Guru’s mystical power…then what were the limits of her magic?
”Forgive me for how this will sound, but it is likely a good thing your main relation to Xylo is so abstract. From what I have heard of him, although through somewhat bias sources, he was not the type of individual most would want to associate with.” Shemha stated, aware that her words might be offensive. She felt the statement was needed though, to better highlight her stance on the Universe without having to be direct as to whom she allied with. If Walker knew Xylo’s story then he likely could understand the position she took.
With a sip of her tea, Shemha decided to take the conversation back to something less personal before he attempted to delve into her past. Under normal conditions she didn’t hesitate to share it, yet his apparent distrust of the SSE caused her to second guess being so open just yet. He claimed to be assisting Accordio so it was likely he would find out soon enough, but let him hear it from the Guru he appeared to trust rather than the soldier he might not.
”Back to Accordio and his desire to gather the Dragon Balls, are you aware they grant three wishes if collected? As his student and friend, I have to ask, does your choice to help him have anything to do with the desire for a wish yourself?” She asked in rather blunt fashion. Thus far Walker came across as an intelligent individual and one with enough sense to understand that an ally of the Guru possessed the best chances for a wish of their own to be granted. She realized the same could be questioned of her, but that was part of the reason she asked, to put it out in the open.