Post by Helix Crust on May 30, 2017 18:37:42 GMT
Helix plunged his arm into his cylindrical dresser, rummaging through a thick pile of clothes and eventually feeling his fingers clutch a coarse, rough robe. With a yank, the guru pulled out the shambled cloth, a tattered grey cloak.
After quickly pulling off his guru robes, he pulled the new grey cloak over his body as a garb. He typically wore the cloak to disguise himself as a beggar, in order to understand the true perceptions of people he was newly meeting.
The guru paced over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it, leaning over so that his head was resting in his hands. "Oh Porunga…" Helix contemplated what he was about to do.
The young guru, Accordio, was known to have evacuated to planet Vegeta with a group of namekians of all castes. It was a respectable enough course of action. Xylo's sudden terror had caused mass hysteria across many namekian communities. And yet— Something about the retreat was dishonest to Helix. Perhaps it was the guru's conviction to do active work on the Namekian caste system, but he never considered leaving the planet.
But Accordio did. And that was his prerogative, Helix supposed. The prophet reminisced back to the child's dragon balls, twitching his ears. Yes— His leadership couldn't be trusted. Making dragon balls during such a dangerous time, during the saiyan occupation… Surely it was foolhardy. Surely, making dragon balls during any foreign occupation of the planet put the sacred dragon caste artifacts at unnecessary risk. And yet, he seemed to have been successful in preventing a total takeover of namek. From Helix's work in the memories of Namorel, he determined that Accordio was successful in pushing back Xylo's forces.
Could he be recruited to the sentinel? If he really had Namek's best interests in mind, he certainly would be willing to put in any effort necessary to help the planet. But he was young, and therefore unpredictable. Sax, too, was young, and vastly wise, and even still, Helix would have his doubts about Sax's leadership of an entire planet.
The guru stood up and paced across his small room, sipping a small cup of lukewarm tea. Helix sighed. He had been putting this visit off for days, and yet he knew it had to be done. It would be good for relations… He kept telling himself that. Perhaps he could maybe even lessen the fury of the saiyan empire against Xylo's rising aggression.
"Oh porunga," the guru sighed, pacing in circles, mumbling as one does when talking to themselves, "Here we go... Heeere we go."
Helix's feet skid to a stop. His hands drifted to his forehead, rubbing the sides of his face. "Here we go."
The prophet closed his eyes and inflated his chest with a low, deep breath. His mind suddenly burst out of the guru tower like a beam of light, soaring across the galaxy in an instant. Helix's forehead marking had turned completely white, and his eyes glew with a brilliant shine. His consciousness hit vegeta hard, and the spiritual wave echoed across the red planet, searching for namekian souls.
Strangely the guru received a unified volt of namekian energy. Actually— It wasn't too absurd to assume that all of the Namekians would be in one place. He just… Half hadn't expected them to actually be there.
Shrouded eyes slowly opening, the prophet focused on vegeta. This was going to be quite a jump. Once he got there, he would likely be so weak that he wouldn't need to suppress his energy at all. The instantaneous movement from earth was a burden, but it was fueled with the positive emotions of returning home. Something about the trip to vegeta filled him with dread.
But there was no time for turning back now. Helix let his arms fall to his sides, closing his eyes once more. The namekian's body began to rapidly vibrate, phasing in and out of existence. His energy would blink and his body would began to whirr.
Then, in a sharp flash, Helix would disappear into thin air, a shriek of wind filling the void where his body once was.
On planet Vegeta, a sudden eruption of namekian power would balloon out in the central wastelands, and then fall drastically to a whimper, all in an instant. Helix dropped to his knees, his beggars garb falling heavy around him and covering his forehead marking. The tips of the guru's antenna just barely peeked out from underneath his hood.
Pushing to his feet with all of his might, Helix stumbled for a second, and then conjured a walking stick just before he crashed back to the ground. The namekian stretched his flesh, intentionally shriveling and aging his form into a crippled old man.
His weary eyes gazed out at the world around him. In the dark dusty wastelands of vegeta, he now stood inside the walls of a strange dried stone sanctuary. Strange platforms and architecture surrounded him, and aqueducts washed water through the small streets. Helix's face narrowed. Was this a construction of the saiyans for the namekians, or a namekian design? If the former, it was a rather shabby gift. If the latter… It could use some more traditional architecture.
Helix sighed, and looked around at a few passing namekian faces. Nobody there seemed to mind him. And so, he did what he had to do in order to find the child guru: slinking forwards on his cane and begging.
"Spare a cup of tea for a weary traveler?"
After quickly pulling off his guru robes, he pulled the new grey cloak over his body as a garb. He typically wore the cloak to disguise himself as a beggar, in order to understand the true perceptions of people he was newly meeting.
The guru paced over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it, leaning over so that his head was resting in his hands. "Oh Porunga…" Helix contemplated what he was about to do.
The young guru, Accordio, was known to have evacuated to planet Vegeta with a group of namekians of all castes. It was a respectable enough course of action. Xylo's sudden terror had caused mass hysteria across many namekian communities. And yet— Something about the retreat was dishonest to Helix. Perhaps it was the guru's conviction to do active work on the Namekian caste system, but he never considered leaving the planet.
But Accordio did. And that was his prerogative, Helix supposed. The prophet reminisced back to the child's dragon balls, twitching his ears. Yes— His leadership couldn't be trusted. Making dragon balls during such a dangerous time, during the saiyan occupation… Surely it was foolhardy. Surely, making dragon balls during any foreign occupation of the planet put the sacred dragon caste artifacts at unnecessary risk. And yet, he seemed to have been successful in preventing a total takeover of namek. From Helix's work in the memories of Namorel, he determined that Accordio was successful in pushing back Xylo's forces.
Could he be recruited to the sentinel? If he really had Namek's best interests in mind, he certainly would be willing to put in any effort necessary to help the planet. But he was young, and therefore unpredictable. Sax, too, was young, and vastly wise, and even still, Helix would have his doubts about Sax's leadership of an entire planet.
The guru stood up and paced across his small room, sipping a small cup of lukewarm tea. Helix sighed. He had been putting this visit off for days, and yet he knew it had to be done. It would be good for relations… He kept telling himself that. Perhaps he could maybe even lessen the fury of the saiyan empire against Xylo's rising aggression.
"Oh porunga," the guru sighed, pacing in circles, mumbling as one does when talking to themselves, "Here we go... Heeere we go."
Helix's feet skid to a stop. His hands drifted to his forehead, rubbing the sides of his face. "Here we go."
The prophet closed his eyes and inflated his chest with a low, deep breath. His mind suddenly burst out of the guru tower like a beam of light, soaring across the galaxy in an instant. Helix's forehead marking had turned completely white, and his eyes glew with a brilliant shine. His consciousness hit vegeta hard, and the spiritual wave echoed across the red planet, searching for namekian souls.
Strangely the guru received a unified volt of namekian energy. Actually— It wasn't too absurd to assume that all of the Namekians would be in one place. He just… Half hadn't expected them to actually be there.
Shrouded eyes slowly opening, the prophet focused on vegeta. This was going to be quite a jump. Once he got there, he would likely be so weak that he wouldn't need to suppress his energy at all. The instantaneous movement from earth was a burden, but it was fueled with the positive emotions of returning home. Something about the trip to vegeta filled him with dread.
But there was no time for turning back now. Helix let his arms fall to his sides, closing his eyes once more. The namekian's body began to rapidly vibrate, phasing in and out of existence. His energy would blink and his body would began to whirr.
Then, in a sharp flash, Helix would disappear into thin air, a shriek of wind filling the void where his body once was.
On planet Vegeta, a sudden eruption of namekian power would balloon out in the central wastelands, and then fall drastically to a whimper, all in an instant. Helix dropped to his knees, his beggars garb falling heavy around him and covering his forehead marking. The tips of the guru's antenna just barely peeked out from underneath his hood.
Pushing to his feet with all of his might, Helix stumbled for a second, and then conjured a walking stick just before he crashed back to the ground. The namekian stretched his flesh, intentionally shriveling and aging his form into a crippled old man.
His weary eyes gazed out at the world around him. In the dark dusty wastelands of vegeta, he now stood inside the walls of a strange dried stone sanctuary. Strange platforms and architecture surrounded him, and aqueducts washed water through the small streets. Helix's face narrowed. Was this a construction of the saiyans for the namekians, or a namekian design? If the former, it was a rather shabby gift. If the latter… It could use some more traditional architecture.
Helix sighed, and looked around at a few passing namekian faces. Nobody there seemed to mind him. And so, he did what he had to do in order to find the child guru: slinking forwards on his cane and begging.
"Spare a cup of tea for a weary traveler?"