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Post by Sabika on May 2, 2016 19:03:30 GMT
As Sabika entered the remains of the villiage that had been destroyed by the rampaging Oozaru, he was instantly greeting by a grizzly sight. The village consisted of only several houses, or at least it used to. Now of the four houses he could see three were little more than rubble, the other had somehow managed to keep two walls standing, but the roof had collapsed in on itself. The ground in front of Sabika was covered in a pool of purple blood, with a trail of blood extending out on one side. At the end of the trail lay the broken body of a Namekian. The bottom half of his body was completely missing, from the chest down completely gone. Sabika rushed over, quickly kneeling by the fallen Namekians side. However, all he saw were dead eyes looking back at him. The wound had simply been to great, the blood loss too high. Sabika's heart sunk, it wasn't unusual for him to see wounds like this, he had seen more than his fair share of corpse's, yet still he felt responsible, if only he were quicker. The Dragon Clansmen placed an open palm over the dead Namekians face, gently closing his eyes. "I'm sorry" He vowed to give the Namekian a burial, but that would have to wait. Pushing up onto his feet, Sabika looked around for any survivors. Then his sensitive Namekian ears picked up a quiet cough, snapping his head to the direction of the sound. Sabika found himself looking directly at the one house that was still half standing. His antenna twitched as he reached out with his telepathy. "Hold on in there, I am here to help"Celleri
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Post by Celleri on May 4, 2016 1:12:27 GMT
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Celleri looked down at his new set of armor. It was less glamorous than his last one, but it would do its job. It didn't have its shoulder guards or leg/thigh guard. He had his usually gloves and boots though. Other than that everything was the same. He still had the blue suit under his armor. Everything but the color of the armor. It was no longer green. It was now dark orange, just like his gloves. And his boots were no longer black, it's now white. Its probably gonna change though. But other than that he was the same old Celleri. His hair would wave in the wind as a bandaid was now on his nose. It might of given up who he was but his attackers most likely don't know his nose is broken. Celleri's bandages was covered by his armor. He tried to not move to much.
He wanted to see the carnage he caused when he turned Oozaru. Slowly walking from out of the forest he would approach the the village he wreck. Buildings was detroyed. It's remains were scattered. There was one home who seemed to have the least damage out of all of them, but it was still pretty damaged. Celleri would look at the scattered bodies from the various Namekians he killed. Of course he didn't feel sorry for them. Death comes swiftly for those who are weak. He couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't control his Oozaru form yet. Soon he would be able to though. Very soon...
He would spot a Namekian helping what was left of the "survivors" Celleri would walk up to this person and see if he needed help, of course he wasn't going to do so. But he wanted to know if the Namekian was struggling. It might prove to be a form on entertainment for The Saiyan. Yes, this was a bit evil. Bu Celleri wasn't a very nice guy. Not to non-Saiyans that it. To his brethren though, He was ok. He would show them sprouts of kindness here or there. He walked close to a decent distance away from the Namekian when he yelled out. "Hey you over there! What the hell are you doing?"
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Post by Sabika on May 4, 2016 9:32:37 GMT
Sabika rushed over to the half collapsed house, heading straight towards the door. Rubble covered the entire doorway, piled up from pieces of the collapsed roof. The Namekian grabbed two small stones, one in each hand, before throwing them behind himself. He had to be careful to not trigger a further collapse, yet he needed to get the injured person inside before they succumbed to their injuries. Next a larger chuck was grabbed with two hands, the weight was enough to cause Sabika to grunt. He dropped the stone down to knee height, both elbows at full extension. Taking a deep breath, the trainee priest waddled slowly a few steps before dropping to heavy stone. Even from such a small height, the drop allowed it to dig itself into the dirt below. Sabika wiped at his brow, beads of sweat had begin to form already. This progress was slow, at this rate he would never save the person trapped inside. Suddenly a voice caught Sabika off guard, causing him to jump. A man wearing familiar looking armour was staring right at the Namekian, a bandage covered his nose. His outfit was similar to that of the giant ape that destroyed the villiage earlier, but it was a different colour and style. It was also similar to the clothing wore by those that fought against the great ape. It seemed as though some sort of organisation is now based on Namek, though their purpose was as yet unclear. Sabika made a mental note to ask the man what was going on later, once the trapped person had been recovered. It seemed that everywhere Sabika went, he met someone who was hurt or injured in some way. What had happened to Namek in his absence? The formally quiet and peaceful planet, now seemed to be in a constant state of aggression. Conflict now felt as thought it was ingrained into the very surface of the planet, bubbling up into fights and destruction. "There is someone trapped inside this building. Please help me remove the rubble, if we are quick enough I should be able to heal their injuries."The trainee priest looked down at his open hands as he spoke. He had learned the art of healing back when he was training to become a priest, yet that was so long ago. Could he still do it? He never had a reason to practice his abilities while he was locked away. Hopefully he hadn't become too rusty, not while somebodies life depended on it. Celleri
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Post by Celleri on May 4, 2016 19:34:25 GMT
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The Saiyan's body was still sore but he had the ability to move quickly now. From what the Namekian said there was someone trapped under the rubble. Of course it wasn't too much to push to rumble aside. Celleri lifted hundreds of pounds back on Bejita. "Hyph..." Celleri instantly bolt through the house and grabbed the man that was about to be squashed. The dust would surround the two as the man was on Celleri's shoulder. "I didn't save him because I wanted to.... I saved him because this planet is watched by The SSE..." Celleri would clear his throat and he would toss the the being over to Sabika. He was able to lift up that small rock over there. Well...small to Celleri.
Hopefully Sabika caught the guy. But was this where Celleri lost control? Was this the place where Celleri had his nose broken? His memories was scattered. He was missing something. Something other than the obvious Lifeless feeling he got from one of his attackers. Where could Celleri find these people. No, these dead men walking. For what they did they are going to perish at his feet. Celleri would get stronger. Just they wait. He was going to be stronger than all of them. He would reach Super Saiyan levels.
The Saiyan clenched his fist. His Ki would flare up and it would simmer back down. He would get a bit heated. But he was going to use this emotion to get stronger. Use this anger to break his limits. Looking down at his clenched fist Celleri would say "Soon....." Wait...maybe this guy had some Namekian healing magic. Maybe he could make Celleri's wounds heal faster. But....does he know already? Celleri didn't have to kill this guy already did he?
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Post by Sabika on May 5, 2016 11:39:37 GMT
In a flash the alien had dashed inside the collapsing house, emerging with the injured Namekian over his shoulder. He managed to do the task that Sabika couldn't, and he did it with ease. It appeared that this alien was just one of many that dwarfed Sabika in terms of strength, of course he was a trainee priest of the Dragon Clan, he wasn't supposed to be strong. Yet he couldn't help feel that he needed to aquire more power, this modern Namek Sabika had found upon his release was completely different to the world he grew up in. The man before Sabika stated that he didn't want to save the inured man, yet he was compelled to because Namek is "watched by the SSE." It made sense that some organisation was responsible for the number of alien warriors protecting Namekians. Afterall they all wore a similar uniform, that certainly wasn't of Namekian design. Sabika's brow furrowed as he wracked his memories for anything regarding this SSE, but he came up with nothing. If they had appeared in the last decade, he wouldn't have heard of them whilst trapped inside Halzun's magical pot. Even if they were older than that, Sabika never paid much attention to interstellar politics. Instead he had dived into the world of spiritualism, learning to understand his own mind as well as how to help those around him. He never took the time to look beyond the end of his nose, and now he realised just how shortsighted that was. Whilst his mind was wondering, Sabika didn't even notice Celleri had thrown the injured Namekian at him. By the time he realised, Sabika was flat on his back with an injured Namekian laying on top of him, screaming in agony. Who throws an injured person around like a rag doll? Maybe that's what happens when someone is forced to help when they really don't want to, Sabika would need to be careful around this SSE folk. Gently, he rolled the injured Namekian over onto his back, freeing himself in the process. "Try to remain calm"Getting into a kneeling position next to the injured Namekian, Sabika placed both his hands over their body, palms open facing down. The trainee priest closed his eyes, drawing on his childhood training of a skill long since neglected. His palms began to glow, faintly at first, but slowly it grew in intensity until a bright orange light washed over the injured Namekian. The gaping wound on his stomach closed up, knitting together until it looked as good as new. The abrasions, cuts and bruises all faded away, leaving the Namekians green skin flawless, other than the dried purple blood. "Thank you! Both of you, you have saved my life! My name is Maca, please let me know if there is anything I can do to help"Maca sat up as he spoke, but the smile that had grew across his face quickly subsided as he saw the rest of his villiage. Destruction and death in every direction. He sprang to his feet, running towards the half Namekian Sabika had seen earlier on. Sabika got up from his kneeling position, only now noticing his white robe was covered in blood. They would get much more dirty by the end of this day. The trainee priest was about to set off to help Maca, at least to help with the grief of losing his villiage, but then he noticed Celleri. The Saiyan was still stood where he was earlier, his face twisted in anger. An aura exploded up around him before quickly subsiding. Celleri balled his hand into a fist before slowly looking down at it. "Soon.." Celleri whispered to himself. Suddenly the Saiyan raised his head and looked at Sabika. He was thinking of something, judging by his aggressive stance it wasn't good. Why would he save a life only to turn on them a moment later? The thought reminded him of Halzun, it was just the sort of thing he would do. Help someone just so he could turn on them when they least expected it. Was this alien doing the same thing? The Dragon Clansman slowly stepped backwards, he wasn't much of a fighter and hew was clearly outclassed. Maybe he could hold his own, or at best he could buy Maca some time to escape. Do one good thing to attempt to atone for his sins before he dies. "Wha...what are you doing?"
Celleri
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Post by Celleri on May 12, 2016 12:00:43 GMT
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The Namekian asked what he was doing. Of course he didn't know what to say. He was standing? "I don't know what you mean....." It was an odd question. Did the Namekian figure it out? If so Celleri would have to dispose of him. He didn't want things spreading around. He had enough trouble already to deal with. But looking around. He was quite impressed with himself. He caused this much damage in so little time. He was indeed getting stronger. Of course it doesn't surmount to planet destroying but its a lot. Celleri as he is now didn't care for the death of the Namekians. His only concern right now is to get stronger. And to do that the Saiyan would do anything. Of course selling his body or soul is out of the question, because he needs those but other than that he would do anything.
"Namekian Lets get this straight. I am not here to harm you. Of course i don' care about you. But you pose no threat to me. I have no reason to do so. I am only here to get back at some people. People much stronger than me. People who can make me look like a baby." He would walk passed Sabika and would point his hand at the ground. He would then begin to blast numerous Ki blast into the ground creating a hole. "Put the body in here. At least hive the guy or gal a resting place" The hole was average in size. It would be able to keep a body in it. Even though it didn't need that much space seeing how the body was, you know, half. Celleri could of made it smaller but who cares. A hole is just a hole. Just a place to keep the dead. It's final destination. At leas it wasn't as bad a just leaving it there. Or tey could of just dumped it in the ocean. Or whatever a large body of water is called on this planet.
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Post by Sabika on May 13, 2016 9:20:42 GMT
Sabika relaxed out of his awkward defensive stance once Celleri confirmed he was not going attack the trainee priest. Although his reasoning that it was because Sabika offered no threat, didn't exactly fill him with confidence. However he mentioned something that piqued the Namekians interest even more. It turns out this alien was on the search for some incredibly strong fighters, because he needed to get revenge.
"These people you are looking for, would they happen to have anything to do with the destruction of Namek and Moori Capital?"
The stories he had heard about the carnage had differed depending on who he asked, maybe this man could fill in the gaps of exactly who was responsible and why they would want to bring so much death and destruction to the once peaceful planet.
It was then that Celleri blasted a hole in the ground for the deceased Namekian. He didn't seem to care too much for giving the dead a respectful final journey, almost seeming like the whole thing was a waste of his time. Luckily Sabika and Maca were here.
Together, the two Namekians gently carried the remains of the deceased Namekian, carefully lowering his body into the freshly "dug" hole. Sabika whispered some words he learnt back during his training to become a priest.
"Namek herself cries at the loss of one of her own. We return you to her embrace. May she guide you safely to the next life."
The pair of Namekians took a few moments to pay their respects to the fallen Namekian.
"He was a traveler, i don't even know his name."
Maca was the only survivor from the villiage, if he didn't know the deceased's name, then nobody did. It broke Sabika's heart to think of this man being buried far from home, with no friends or family present. The trainee priest swore to himself to remember the nameless Namekian, at the very least, he deserved to not be forgotten.
"I'll get something to mark his grave"
Maca's voice was sombre and full of grief, as he turned to head out of the villiage. Sabika turned to face Celleri, his face still sullen by the whole affair.
"I'm sure our ways are strange to you, but we are deeply spiritual people. It is important for us to give people a decent send off to the next life."
Realising Celleri probably didn't care about Namekian philosophy, he changed subject rather than risk annoying the powerful alien.
"Forgive my ignorance on the recent events on Namek. I was.... travelling off world at the time it was destroyed and Moori was attacked." He wasn't quite ready to admit that he was only off world because he was captured by his evil fission mate. "I am just finding it hard to understand why people would want to bring harm to us. We only wish for peace"
He hoped that this alien could help shed some light on the new political climate that affected Namek
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