No more standing around(Open)

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Nothing. Not here, not there. Everything was suddenly silent, almost to the point of eerie. They had stationed themselves in three villages and only one was attacked, Yemall. The Elder and a handful of warriors were there to stop the culprit, a being Basna had no idea how they looked. He could only imagine their visage through the feeling of their aura and the monstrous power. He imagined a witch and behind her a large and shadowy figure that devoured everything. Suddenly, the battle ends, they disappear, Ancient City is in ruins, and Elder Carnel is nowhere to be found.

“Some Guru…” he thought in disdain, patrolling over scattered settlements to assure their safety. By now, they should have all been recalled, briefed and in the middle of forming their next plan of action. Instead, no word has been heard of the events unfold on Yemall Village. Everything was left for guesses, the next attack could be anywhere and so the namekian, with nothing to go on, is forced to aimlessly roam his planet in the off-chance that he might run into danger and prevent another catastrophe.

Basna descended in the nearby plains. Another namekian was standing by as if he had been waiting for him. Eyes gazed over the scars they shared. They were both restless, bitterly annoyed and on the verge of bursting with indomitable screeching might.

“This is infuriating!” he said. “We’re wasting time here!”

The other nodded. “We should be training… preparing for Geu-Rin’s arrival~”

“-Yet, we’re here on a wild goose chase!”

The namekian peered across the ocean, monitoring the state of things as they continued their mundane conversation on the side-lines. “It’s as if… a dark cloud has spread above our lands.”

The skies were indeed bleaker. But he was not referring to the barrier which isolated their planet from the outside world and vanquished any hope of aid from other faction leaders like the SSE. He spoke of the silence that had encompassed the land. There was no activity whatsoever. Nobody knew when the enemy would attack once more, nobody knew where the Elder was. Nobody knew how to react, so they simply stand by, waiting for something to happen…

Basna was silent, deep in thought; at least, until he became restless once more. “Well, we can’t afford to stand around!” he roared.

The other namekian turned. Raised brow he asked, “What do you suggest?” a defying grin crept over his face. They both knew what was going to happen, after-all, they were one and the same.

At the drop of a hat, not another word would be spoken when the symmetrical beings disappeared in a flash and clashed their fists in the air. No more words. No more standing around. Basna must reach his next level of power, he needed to become stronger and lead his people to prosperity. They could stand around if they wanted, but he would spend every second of his life fighting to surpass the great super powers that keeping looking down on him with their degrading stares.

First blow and the fight had already taken to the skies where they would become concealed within the clouds. Their silhouettes would fight under the ferocious light of thunder as it roared –or perhaps that lion’s cry was in fact the sound of their clashing bodies as they both fought to surpass each other’s limits. A battle to determine which of the two entities were the original; meaningless in the end, since one is never full without the other.

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It was likely a common feeling among the warriors on Namek as to why Guru Carnel hadn't pulled them together yet. Little did they know that he had been doing something out in the ocean that would soon require their aid.

Carnel had hoped his Black Gi commander, Nahlin would have stepped in to do so himself, but Carnel was not yet aware of the fate of the Ancient City. Nahlin had been one of the Namekians attempting to fight back, but was injured. He has since been missing...

But Carnel had now returned to the general area and with him he had brought a special little trinket. After his creation of the legendary Dragonballs, Carnel had sped off after the one that had flown furthest from the mainland. It was a long and frustrating process to locate the object as it had fallen into the hands of a group of animals.

Large creatures who had a liking to shiny objects. But with use of his Great Namek form, Carnel was able to acquire it by force. Then all that was left was the long flight back.

And the Ancient city... that was a mess. Carnel had noticed something was odd when he had come close to it, as there was no energy signatures present. And when he descended from the sky to look things over... he went into a state of shock.

But the dragon balls could help. Bring all those dead back and then use them hopefully in their aid against the evils. But he would require help gathering the other Dragonballs. And the closest signature he felt was Basna.

((Sorry I let this all go for so long. Going to write Nahlin out for now as I don't actually own a companion, and request the possession of one Dragonball to use as proof of their existence.))

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In the skies, such an unorthodox and heretical being pertained to the most pragmatic of battles which consisted of elements which almost made it seem to be a genuine bullfight to the death. Those who observe closely might realize that the two beings were actually one and the same; their ‘training’ regimens differed greatly from what is considered normal. The two entities were robust, fighting at the highest capacities. Both of them knew this wasn’t just any spar to behold.

Dexterous they were with every virile thrust they lashed out at each other. Immaculate not as the purple blood already began to stream from their blemishes. It was a vulgar event to behold as they tore away like savages; no mountain would stop their raging hearts for if they dared a whole would be left just as the burning mark that scarred each of their faces. Basna was like a multifaceted glass of wine. So many faces, each with their own qualities: wicked, repulsive, vicious, unscrupulous, hard headed, determined, passionate, a dreamer, love…

Namekians could only really feel platonic love, but whether it was love for himself or others, his desire was as noble as any other’s. His goal for power wasn’t solely for his own egotistical mind, but to prove the namekian’s worth. To demonstrate their pride to the world and most importantly, protect his planet. So far, things haven’t been going very smoothly, but Basna knew he was meant for greatness and he would reach it no matter how long it’d take.

His path, though, was an inconspicuously loud one. People could see his struggles, they could see how hard and seriously he took his goals, but they could not truly see him. They couldn’t see Basna where he viewed himself, standing at the top of the highest mountain, floating just above the planet’s atmosphere without fearing asphyxiation as his powerful ears and antennae scanned the world for a sign of trouble where he could appear in just milliseconds to rescue his peers.

A future where he wouldn’t have to grow into such a grotesque and anti-sportsmanlike form such as the Great Namek. A future where he had passed down such a trivial and meaningless position such as ‘Leader’ of the Namekian Warrior Caste. He wasn’t their leader, he didn’t need to be a leader and he didn’t need to be led by one either. He was the vigilante of Namek and everything that had any sort of connection to it.

A word had yet to be spoken, but any intent on doing so was masked by the fall of yet another plateau, followed by the descend of their flailing bodies as one runs into the other and bury each other into the ground within a latent crater bursting at the seams. He was merciless. For either of them to notice the presence of the Elder their attention would have to be grasped by something more than the sound of his steps or the gallop of his aura.

One namekian screamed in pain as the other pounded him to the ground, but he did not ask for mercy, he did not cry, and he did not falter. Even when his limb was torn from its sockets by pure unrelenting malice, they continued to fight as if it were their last and none of them appeared as if it was about to end. It was a gruesome scenario which could only be surpassed by that of war and massacre. The vacant arm continued to flail frantically even after being torn off its body –like a lizard’s tail.

Blood gushed all over the place and filled the air with that acrid nose-curling smell. Basna’s eyes flashed red as twin beams surged from his pupils and penetrated his aggressor straight through the chest. Instantly, he followed up with his only arm, extending it as the thrust catapulted the other several feet away. His claws didn’t only grab, but they pierced through the sully thick skin, almost ripping the flesh right off his bones as it flaunted and flicked the man into the ground and then lifted him once more to repeat the stomach turning experience.

Bathed in his own blood, the namekian seemed fiend like in the least; one of them had lost an arm while the other had two holes protruding from his chest. Each with a mute and burned eye, long black nails with venomous purple gore dripping off its tip. This was how deep his love for himself went. This was how much he desired to be successful. This was but a small price to pay to reach the greatness meant for him since birth. This was only moment of silence, the only peace spared within the duration of their deadly ‘spar’, certainly the chance to catch their attention before they blinked out of sight once again.

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"Impressive." the elder roared, walking up closer to the raging Namekian warrior. "tearing yourself up is your business. But is it necessary to obliterate the entire landscape in the process?" he asked.

He got close enough to be able to talk with Basna unless he decided to continue his self-inflicted battle. Carnel usually wouldn't be worried about an injured Namekian. They could regenerate after a bit of time, but he couldn't help but notice the extent of Basna's wounds.

He was more beat up than he likely realized. But that would not stop him from continuing. Carnel knew this, and feared the man killing himself. At least with the Guru present, he could easily be healed and fixed up.

"Let me ask you, are you content with trying to rip yourself apart along with our home, or would you like to do something even greater to help many innocent people?" he asked him.

Carnel was going to find difficulty in his mission. He had to locate as many of the warriors on Namek as he could and try to have them gather the Dragonballs... without knowing their power and his reasoning. But if worse came to worse, he may have to set out himself, and even call his son in to help. Though he would ask the most questions of all.

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Both nameks were caught off-guard by the sudden presence of the elder. They stopped at their toes upon hearing his voice. So concentrated in their battle they were, that even with their naturally superior senses he didn’t pick up the old man. His footsteps were drowned by the crashing roar of the ground crumbling beneath their feet. His odor masked by the rancid smell of blood and gore. His power-level overshadowed by his own. Even then, he was thinking about completely ignoring the presence of the elder and continue with their fight. His body was urging him to do so, it was virtually pulling him towards his opponent, but he was able to stop himself after the first step.

"Tearing yourself up is your business. But is it necessary to obliterate the entire landscape in the process?" said the elder.

Basna smirked. The destruction of this area was an inevitable casualty. Namekians didn’t have any special rooms where they could go all out, and if they didn’t give it all they had, then they wouldn’t grow nearly fast enough to lift a single finger at their future –and present enemies.

“If you don’t have anything ‘important’ to say, then –if you don’t mind, I’ve got some training to do.” He bluntly stated. He was tired of waiting around like the rest while their enemies got stronger by the minute. He didn’t know what methods they were using, perhaps gravity chambers and weighted clothing. He had one of them, but… his eyes sparked with intrigue.

“Hey,” he said, pointing a demanding finger at the Elder. “Didn’t-“ but he was interrupted before having the chance to finish his question. What Carnel said though, intrigued him even more. Maybe he was about to suggest the very thing Basna was about to claim. After-all, if he had one of those weird devices, why was he keeping it from the warriors of namek? They shouldn’t have to train with such out-dated and tedious methods when they could get larger and faster results. The time Basna spent training with the saiyans improved his power just as much as if the Elder would’ve given him that Unlock Potential. But if he ‘had’ given him that power, then the namekian would’ve probably been at double his current strength and so many people wouldn’t have had to die on both Ancient City and Planet Vegeta.

“I’m listening.” He stated, the other namek following closely behind him, holding onto his torn arm.

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"It would be... difficult to explain what this object is, and what exactly it does. I can only say that it is capable of helping us and those who deserve it." he said. "There are seven of these artifacts. If you seen a stream of light in the sky touch down in the distance anywhere, go and see if one of these Balls can be recovered."

Basna would likely demand answers to a million questions, but Carnel would simply tell him "I can not explain. Gather these and bring them to the fortress. If you do not, it is just as bad as refusing to help your own people as a whole."

He would walk off then, soon ready to contact the Saiyan King and then hunt down the massive power that he felt was Orenji. Carnel had an idea exactly how the man was able to acquire such power, and was not pleased at all with it.

"You will have your answers soon, Basna." he would re-assure, and flew off to leave him to his training.

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It was during his rigorous training, between one of those many blows he had inflicted on his doppelganger, that he briefly but barely noticed the presence of a bright shining light passing over head like a shooting star.

“So, you want me to stop my training so I can hunt some balls?” he questioned, but the old man quickly stated he couldn’t explain anything... yet.

As the man turned and began walking away, Basna was tackled by his clone. It took barely a second for their bodies to merge and another for him to dash forward in light speed and stop the man with a firm hand to the shoulders. “So you’re gonna leave, just like that?” he snarled. “I can’t work for you blindly, I need answers; Who attacked you at Yemall Village? Who attacked Ancient City," he gazed at the orange sphere in the man's possession, "and what does 'that' have to do with any of it?"

His eyes glimpsed toward the incredible surging power. There were two great powers on Namek which hadn't been there until a few moments ago. It seemed people were rising in power and Basna was being left out of it. Had the elder granted the Unlock Potential to them!? The namek couldn’t care less for it anymore, it was beside the point, his real anger was the fact he was being kept in the dark. He was supposed to be the Leader of the Namekian Warrior Caste, yet he knew as much as the next guy. There was something wrong with this picture and it brought a nasty taste in his throat.

“Those power-levels… who are they?”

[Jaxine]

((carnel's been holding a dragon ball the whole time))

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Carnel spun around while floating upward and held out the Ball. "This, and it's six counterparts will decide the fate of many innocents in the universe! Gather them, Basna, or you will be doing nothing but aiding in their deaths!" Carnel yelled down to the suborn Namekian.

He would not give answers now. He didn't know if he could trust Basna with the knowledge of their power... he did not need another over powered individual running ramped on Namek. There has been quite too many of those lately.

Carnel continued. "now pull yourself together and head to Crater Lake. One of these seemed to have gone in that direction, but the Black Gi have yet to report in with any impact. Search the water, Basna."

Probly should tell him about the monster. He was about to... but Carnel knew Basna liked a challenge. So he decided against it, and flew into the distance at a high speed. Would he regret it?

More business to attend to at the fortress.

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Basna frowned. He was denied an answer once again, but this time he felt like he should just call it quits. Obviously the Elder wasn’t going to tell him anything for whatever reasons. It still irked him though, the fact that he was supposed to be one of the namekian leaders, perhaps the second-hand man of the Elder. If there were ever a time for diplomatic discussions concerning the fate of the planet and its people it would be the Guru, his apprentice, the leader of the healer clan, and the leader of the warrior clan all in a single room staring at each other from afar at a round table.

Basna cursed under his breath and watched the elder fly away with peering eyes. Crater Lake it is then, he thought.

(PL + Heavy Weights)