In Over ones Head Jan 16, 2016 10:44:35 GMT
Post by Rock on Jan 16, 2016 10:44:35 GMT
[PL: 2,215 - 554 (with Heavy Weights)]
In the great expanse of the Northern Scar (of what could be the closest thing to 'morning' Namek had) near a sheer side of a cliff that led deep down into the earth, the Shanite Namekian did his kata's. There was something about being near the heat, hearing the pockets of steam spewing from gas pockets along the ridge, feeling the occasional rumble from deep in the scar that seemed to remind him of the planet Shan. He never though he would miss the desolate wasteland of his birth... perhaps it was the people he missed. Not Stone, the bastard. Shard... he never really knew what to make of Shard. He was always composed, eerily so, like he was wearing a mask made of fine marble.
No if he missed the planet named after his father, the man he'd never met, it would have to be because of Mato and Buldr. His eldest brother and his closest, if not only, friend. One was a tall man of great build, his girth and brutish features juxtaposed by the gentleness of his heart. The other, a saiyan, shorter than he was, and louder. Much louder. Ugh. Sometimes Mato made him want to tape his mouth shut just for a time of reprieve, but he was a good person. Or as good as they could be, considering the jobs Shard put them on.
The last one of which had made Rock question his role in his brother's band. This was the reason he was on Namek. To know himself, he figured he'd start with getting to know 'his people'. Though Stone wouldn't claim the Namekian people as 'their people'. Stone had a lot of pride for simply being a Shanite. Rock didn't think the Namekian really considered himself anything else.
But Rock, he was curious. He wanted to know... So here he was. He didn't expect a planet so lush and full of life. To the Shanite, the absence of the smell of sulfur and Chalcocite was strange. So it was good to be doing his kata's here, where he could smell faint hints of sulfur wafting up from the scar.