Dunalan Village (Namek Saga, Semi Open)

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Small Dunalan Village. East of the last dissapearence, next in the pattern. Or was it? Pulitu was closer, and Yemall was another possibility. The Black Gi had arrived here first and already evacuated the villagers. They would give any aid new clothing to wear and/ or places to hide out for a while.

Nobody knew what was going to happen, but the trap had been laid. Dunalan seemed to have a significant force built up, and aid in the other villages...

Dunalan Village
to the east of the last attack, following the pattern. Occupied by:

Basna
Gerrek Zig
Ethar
Caius
7 Black Gi Elites disguised as Villagers

PM Elder Carnel or apply in "Unwelcome Visitors" to join, please.

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Arriving before the others, but just after the Black Gi, thanks to a shortcut he knew of, Ethar had finally arrived in the Dunalan. But on his way in, He saw a rather good hiding spot to spring an ambush. "Ok Peoples, Lets make this work." He said, as he took to his newest hiding spot. But just hiding wasnt all he was doing, as he was planning out several other spots to take cover behind incase the ambush was blown.

"Gotta keep quiet, keep my powerlevel down, and keep it together... Whoever is making these people disappear has to show up." He thought to himself, as he kept the bait Namekians in sight. If someone was taking them, Ethar was bound to see who, and how all this was happening.

[hewhostandsalone]

It took quite some time before the red alien made his arrival in the village he'd been sent to protect. He could see the supposed villagers going about their 'usual' lives. He settled down, landing lightly just at the edge of the village and looking around. He didn't know much about the situation, only that someone was attacking the villages and that they needed to use a bit of stealth and guile to deceive and capture whoever it was. He wasn't much for hiding, seeing as he was seven and a half feet tall and his leathery skin was bright red in color. But he could at least make himself look less imposing. He sat down near one of the huts on the outer edge of the village and leaned back, closing his eyes and appearing to be snoozing. He didn't snore, but he took slow, deep breaths so that his chest movements would mimic such. And he kept his ears and spiritual senses as open as he could.

This was going to be a tedious job for someone like him. He just wasn't built for these kinds of jobs. At least he might be a tad useful when the fighting broke out, if it ever did. He just hoped he was strong enough to make a difference. He'd been out of practice and out of work for almost five years, after all. With a light grunt of displeasure at his own thought and a slight turn of his shoulders, he further mimicked dreaming a tad and some minor restlessness in his faux sleep.

[Caius]

A portal opened above the village, and Caius emerged, hovering over the village. The Namekian Elder's plan was to watch over the villages, awaiting the next attack, and move to back-up whichever one turned out to be the real target. He surveyed the landscape, so strangely, and illogically familiar to him from his journeys in virtual reality. Something in him stirred when he looked out over the horizon, so much like his home world-no. His homeworld prior to banishment. He was Caius now, nothing else. He had to hold on this identity, and strive to develop it, to remove himself from the past that he could no longer remember. He descended to the ground, and walked among the Namekians. Some were initially fearful, but he convinced them that he meant no harm. Once he explained he was here on a mission from the Elder, they welcomed him.

He was forced to deny their request that he share a meal with them; he had to remain vigilant. The threat could be anything, and it could come at any time. He felt it, far off, trying to keep itself as hidden as possible, but it was powerful. The time was upon him to begin the process of atonement. His sins were his own, and his own to overcome. He looked off towards the other villages, looking for any sign of violence, and felt the mental link of the Elder, his connection to his new friends.

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Up above the village in the highest plateau on sight, a namekian lay peering below. Nothing was out of proportion; the skies were green, the grass were lush and blue, the ocean was just at the edge of the small village which now consisted of fake habitants. Some were grinding the ground and preparing it for crops, thanks to Elder Carnel, the namekians were participating in trade and selling produce that can only be found on Namek.

Basna was meditation silently and observing cautiously with his nosey antennae which sensed the presence of anyone within ten miles away. His power-level had been dropped to that of an everyday commoner and his status as the Master of the Namekian Warrior caste was hidden under the clothes he had materialized upon him which consisted of a purple gi, white cape, brown boots, and a turban for the head. Despite having the large burn mark on his face to forever remind him of his defeat back on Vegeta, Basna’s cockiness hadn’t been swayed completely.

The namekian stood, awaiting the ‘threat’ with heavy weighted clothing on his wrists, the turban on his head, and the cape over his shoulders. Instead of acting like some labourer or playing hide-and-seek within the confines of those walls, the bold namekian took the form of a training slug watching over the village. Nobody would know he was there, not even the Black Gi –nor the aid which had arrived from Elder Carnel. Nobody would recognize him either, not with that mark on his face…

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Ethar was the first person Carnel had thought of who had experience with Namek, as Carnel had recently sent him on a short job not too long ago. While the boy was trying to keep it together, a voice would invade his mind.

""Ethar. It is Carnel. I would like you to join me and Nahlin in Yemall soon, if you can.""

He could reply, but distractions on Carnel's end wouldn't allow him to hear it.

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Ethar thought nothing was going to happen, as he started to think he got assigned to a village that wasnt a target. "How boring..." He thought as he yawned softly. He felt like he was about to doze off to sleep, until he heard Carnel in his head. "Ethar. It is Carnel. I would like you to join me and Nahlin in Yemall soon, if you can." the voice said, snapping Ethar awake.

"A Summons? From the Elder? Strange..." He said to himself, as he climbed out of his hiding place in the bushes. "Ill be back, Keep the village protected." He said, to anyone who would listen to his words, as he took off running towards the Yemall Village as fast as he could.

[hewhostandsalone]

Zig's senses weren't the keenest, but he was focused and on high alert right now. Though it was a fair distance away, when the strange woman made her presence known in Yemall village, Gerrek was able to feel her presence. He remembered the words of the younger fellow who had left earlier, but that same boy was headed towards where this power was. He sighed and groaned in annoyance. Had the fiends attacked elsewhere already? He couldn't sense any combat, but he soon felt a second presence in the same vicinity with similar strength. Judging from what he gleaned from that younger looking humanoid fellow who had left Danalan not long ago, he didn't stand a chance against them. At least, not from what Zig knew.

He climbed to his feet and sighed. Battle hadn't broke out yet, but it was only a matter of time before things got crazy. He wanted to be there in time so he'd have a chance to affect the outcome at least a little bit. With a leap into the air and a burst of energy engulfing him, the red alien darted off through the sky at top speed, heading for Yemall village.

[Caius]

Caius was talking to some of the Namekians, keeping an eye out, when it seemed everyone turned west. Whoever these newcomers were, they weren't hiding their power signatures nearly as well as the other presence he was detecting. The Elder wouldn't be enough to fight them; if Caius was correct, he was one of the strongest who'd come to defend Namek. The risk of leaving the village for any other invaders was less than allowing the Elder Namekian to die. That'd be a huge loss of morale for the planet. Caius nodded to the Namekians, and ascended, looking off in the direction of Yemall village. He saw storm clouds gathering over the village...that was a bad sign.

"Elder, this is Caius. I'm coming to Yemall village, you can't fight these guys alone." Caius kept his weights on; at the very least he could deceive them into thinking he was weaker. The heavy training apparatus suppressed his strength, but he had latches on his chest that would unharness the weights. He'd practiced at shedding them quickly, and unless he was estimating wrong, at his full power level, he was stronger than the two newcomers. Caius took off the light overcoat he was wearing, folded it up, and opening a small portal, put it away there. Underneath, he had on his training weights over a well-tailored suit. With a grin, he flew off towards Yemall.

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Basna remained still in the same spot he was from the start. It had been some time now since he felt the power of the mysterious newcomers far off in Elder Carnel’s direction. It seemed everyone was moving towards Yemall Village now, but despite how much Basna wished to be a part of the big fight, he could see a panorama in his mind which illustrated a possible strategy unfolding. Perhaps he was just thinking too much, but he felt that those two powerlevel’s were nothing but a distraction.

All around him, the volunteers to help planet Namek were abandoning their posts and heading towards the focus point. The villages were being left unprotected and anyone could come up and destroy them –after that, those invaders would join the other two in Yemall and ambush the pack of sheep.

Because of this prediction, and because Carnel now had more than enough back-up, Basna decided to play it safe and counter the possible and unlikely strategy thought up by the invaders. The namekian had powered up to max capacity and divided himself into two beings with 128,580 PL each. One of them remained stationed on the plateau while the other headed towards the unguarded Pulitu Village. In this form he was more limited, but it was better than nothing.

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Carnel recived a suden telepathic meage from Nahlin back at the City...

Elder... He heard. Strange creatures have overrun the city... people are dieing...

Carnel listened for more, but it seemed like Nahlin was struggling with the connection. Carnel sent out his own message as well.

Those here who can not help and those in the other villages. I ask yo to return to the Ancient City and help defend it from a danger that has befallen it. And move, quickly!

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It seemed like hours had passed and nothing had yet occurred in the village. Regardless, it seemed trouble had spewed elsewhere. Basna, however, could not simply leave his post. Leaving Dunalan Village for another just meant another free target for whomever it was causing all this destruction. But he couldn’t just stand by with his arms crossed. Basna’s clone would go in his place and detour from Pulitu Village to Ancient City as the Elder had pleaded.

Meanwhile, a nervous drop of sweat rolled down his troubled face as he felt the monstrous power emitting from Yemall Village. Already, there was someone down and out. A power signature just up and vanished and this sent shivers down his spine. He could almost visualize the beast that had formed, he could almost see the red eyes and the muzzle –it had to have a muzzle, for a beast like this it probably had hair too. Just what were they dealing with?

In spite of it all, Basna, whom was usually hard-headed and ‘act-first-think-later’ was stuck looking over an empty village with nothing but false civilians. He wanted to be out there in the face of everything. He was Namek’s real chance as Leader of the Namekian Warrior Caste. Why was he stuck here? But perhaps it was because of that very position that he felt compelled to do the ‘responsible’ thing and remain here.

Still… He left Vegeta to protect his own home. But how can he protect his home, his people… if he was far away from the cause… “Old man,” he said telepathically. “Just what’s going on in there…?”

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No answer. It had been much over an hour since then and he was still stationed Dunalan Village. Nothing was happening, nothing at all – at least, not here. His antennae twitched. He felt… something familiar. Something dreadful; something so frightening his green skin turned pale and his limbs began to shake. “No!”

He climbed to his feet and looked towards the direction of Ancient City. “It’s too soon!” he cried. He gripped his fist in anger. His clone should already be there by the time he arrived. Regardless, even if they had rejoined, their power would be nothing in comparison. He was practically the same namekian that had been defeated on Vegeta. Nothing had changed. He didn’t have time to do anything!

Basna cursed under his breath and propelled into the air, towards disaster. Only if they weren’t caught up with all these problems; protecting villages, fighting an unknown enemy, and now HIM, now he comes to their planet without warning and starts to charge a finisher right off the bat. What could they possibly do?

(Leaving, PL)

[Geurin]

Guru- 450
Ethar- 300
Gerrek-300
Caius-450
Basna-800

Would have been much better if there had been a more conclusive ending, and if the posts here had been longer. Each one met the bare minimum for what was needed to get the point across but nothing here had a wow factor.