Makyo Namekian (Phakk)

Octobass' ears perked up at the oddly high-pitched voice manifested behind him! Turning his towering form, the Namekian would stare CLEAN over Phakk's head... then down towards the girl as he followed her voice! An alien...? HERE of all places? How INTERESTING! Namekian on their own world scarcely came to this part of the planet but strangers? Why, it was almost unheard of! And she was so small, too... Octobass could just raise his foot a-

...It was then that his senses caught up with him, the overWHELMING power of the girl washing over him! The Namekian's wild, evil grin would drop for a moment, realizing just what was standing at his feet! Her signature.... it overoad even Namek's stability! It was as if he were standing just inside the eye of a storm of ki, its whiplash PULLING at his back, threating to suck him away! All the other Mazoku Namekians were starting to sense it too, their terror more obvious! What kind of madness WAS this...? How can something so small and vulnerable be giving off so much raw ENERGY!? It completely eclipsed all those present COMBINED!

She would then hold out some kind of pad and writing utensil, asking for his "autograph..." How... BOLD of her! Had anyone else on this world seen Octobass just casually murder two people and give a fantastically EVIL speech, they would have run for the hills! ...But this woman went and one-upped them all by walking right up to the murderer and ASKING for something of his! WELL, she might not be EVIL, but she was living his philosophy: FULFILL your desires! DO WHAT YOU WANT! Achieve your goals and attain the power to reach the next one... even if what she wanted was so teeth-grindingly pedestrian. 

"WAHAHA! OF COURSE!" Octobass agreed, taking her pen and scribbling something down on her pad resembling his name. "NEVER BE AFRAID TO GET WHAT YOU WANT! BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!" 

As if to emphasize his point, the towering Namekian would turn back to the villagers, those who hadn't taken their chances with the turbulent fire-weather! 

"THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE GREAT! DO WHAT YOU WANT! ACT ON YOUR DESIRES! YOU CANNOT BE TRULY GREAT UNTIL YOU HAVE ACHIEVED EVERYTHING!"

WC: 377
TWC: 738

Ah, it was as if a wondrous breeze had blown in from the deep, angry lava-pits of the Northern Scar... Perhaps it was how the world seemed to blacken around Octobass, the shadows clinging to his feet like tar from a pit. Perhaps it was how the intense feeling of evil gazing back at him, its beautiful, soulless eyes piercing into its soul with its unforgiving coldness! But what was the most gratifying, though, was this ethereal, ghostly sensation resembling that of gratitude touching his nerves as he wrote his name upon the girl's book, as if a higher (lower...?) darkness had taken note of his actions... and rewarded him. Oh, how Octobass' twisted smile curved wider across his angular face. He knew not the source of these feelings... but he wanted to find out. Octobass would stare wordlessly as the girl walked back towards the weak, mutant villagers with her book in hand, the same force seemingly touching this Namekian as well... only, he couldn't recognize its beauty. Rather, he seemed to almost CRUMBLE under the abyss' gaze, barely managing, with a trembling hand, to offer his signature as well! 

"AWH, Come now!" Octobass would chastise, waving a long-nailed finger at Phakk from behind! "You need not bother with this lot! They will not last the hour!" The large Namek's eyes would meet that very same trembling villager... and others, many more running inside, as if the crumbling walls of their buildings will save them! A truly hopeless lot, these... Even the stoic hypocrites outside of the SCAR had more will to live than these numb-nerved sacks of energy! He would sooner kill these Namekians than let them spread and grow across the scar, letting their foolishness propagate this already useless planet! 

"Now... How about you come back by me, alien-child?" Octobass beckoned, leveling his hand at the village. "I will display WHY you should be a 'big fan' of mine!"

WC: 323
TWC: 1061

Octobass smiled coldly at the girl as she seemed to fully realize the magnitude of the situation. This was no game, Phakk was starting to realize, the fires around them being bled from the planet's core rather than some cheap pyro-technics. The bodies she had seen...? Those once had bleeding hearts... One might've even classified them as "alive" at one point... Was he finally getting through? Was this girl finally understanding the WEIGHT of the situation! She would tentatively make her way back to the giant Namek's side, his smile slowly drooping downward into something resembling a scowl as he processes her building terror. Look at her... Were she a Namekian, no doubt she would fall in with this lot of jokers. All weak and fearful, doing NOTHING about the situation than retreat into disbelief! A day would come when HIS people would come and make this world into something WORTH fighting for, where fear did not exist to override their passion! 

"An Execution." He stated flatly, a far-cry from his boisterous, blow-hard self! "These Namekians call themselves 'Mazoku' and yet, here they stand, trembling like blades of grass in a storm with no inclination to save themselves! They would rather die SCREAMING than fighting for their lives. Such behavior should not be encouraged, tolerated, or otherwise allowed." 

Octobass would level his hand towards the village before him, a spiraling sphere of red, purple, and black ki coagulating together in his palm! In its dark light, the people would cry out in shock and terror, desperately begging, threatening... ANYTHING to get out of this like the cornered animals they were! Nobody wanted them before given their... unsavory tendencies... It was why they were forced here in the first place. Octobass has thought the fires would have made them strong, forged them into something with purpose...

Instead, here they were pretending as if the majority of the world didn't want them dead. Well... one of their own would bring reality crashing down upon them and, if he must, CRUSH them with it! He would not have his race subject to the foolish ideals of stoicism and pacifism! He would NOT have his race be reduced to slaves for aliens to walk over.

"Passion. Drive. It is these things that make life worth anything at all. Pretending as if the Universe will grant boons for being good-little-do-nothings is a child's fantasy! I will rend them from it and bring Namek into an age of proactive expansion!" 

WC: 414
TWC: 1475

Transforms: Evil Born: 30,000

Octobass would offer a small smile in response to the woman's defense of these ants. Indeed, she being able to find the courage within herself to combat him ideologically after watching someone die. Yes, he would humor her in her questions, even if they would not sway him. A proper reward for someone as bold and determined as she. 

"You do not understand the nature of the majority of Namekians, girl." The giant would explain, gesturing to "his people." "Look at them: Cowardly and fearful. These insects do not LEARN this behavior fore it is was bred into them by pacifist fool-elders. One cannot simply train out what has been infused into blood. The very same how you, girl, cannot alter what makes you.... whatever alien-race you are with training." Octobass would raise a finger, drawing attention to his next point. "Namekians have but ONE appointed elder from whom the next succession of our race is spawned. He chooses which of his traits are emphasized and reflected within his children. Generations of pacifism, cowardly elders and isolationists have tainted the blood of our race to the point that even a threat to their very lives, such as myself, cannot spur them to action!"

He would then bring his finger down, placing his hand upon his chest.

"However... every so often an... error occurs. Whether a stray dark thought touches his mind in the midst of producing an egg or a tragedy strikes which corrupts his soul, a twist on our race is formed: The Mazoku Clan. We contain that very spark of ambition, the NEED to grow that the rest of our race seems to lack! We want to GROW, to EXPAND, to become truly GREAT as we deserve! ...Or, at least, I had thought that were so." He glared at the remaining Nameks, bringing his hand up to level with them, an orb of energy coagulating in his palm. 

"It would seem that even the Mazoku Clan is not immune to the taint of our Elders. He and his brood WILL be eliminated and, from the final Namekian standing, a new, STRONGER race will be spawned!" 

Octobass would RAISE his free fist into the air as he made his declaration, his aura BLAZING to life around him like a force of black electricity! 

"NO LONGER WILL NAMEK BE HELD BACK BY THE FAILINGS OF SUCH A LONG LINE OF GUTLESS ELDERS! NO LONGER WILL OUR KIND BE CONFINED TO A WORTHLESS, ISOLATED PLANET ON THE FRINGES OF THE KNOWN UNIVERSE! WE WILL SPREAD, WE WILL CONQUER, WE WILL THRIVE! NAMEKIANS WILL NO LONGER BE A RACE LOOKED DOWN UPON BY OTHERS! WE SHALL LOOK DOWN UPON THEM! THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE GREAT! WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Octobass would reach out with his free hand to reach around Phakk's shoulders, pulling him to his side. "NOW, BARE WITNESS TO THE BEGINNING OF THE PURGE!"  With that, the great, evil Namek would fire an MASSIVE black energy-sphere into the crowd before him, OBLITERATING them, and the landscape behind them, in a brilliantly evil explosion! That was... unless Phakk did something about it!

WC: 521
TWC: 1996

Octobass smirked in satisfaction, watching the mockery that were his clansmen disappear into the vast nothingness of nonexistence. Finally... FINALLY he had taken the first meaningful step towards his goal of reformation! Greatness was at hand and he even had a witness to view it! HAHA! What a wonderful day to be HIM: THE TRUE MAKYO NAMEKIAN! HE-

Something caught his eye before he could break out into victorious laughter, a whisp of black smoke drifting along the bottom of his vision! It... wasn't that which was produced in fire... While the Northern Scar always burned, this landmass was large enough so that the flames kept to the crags! So what was generating it? The Namekian would glance down in time to have his throat nearly CRUSHED by a giant shadowy fist, the voice of the girl growing deeper, more sinister as it DRUG HIM DOWN TO HIS HANDS AND KNEES! Octobass' eyes widened in shock as he was TROTTLED like a child's toy, shadowy tendons rending his neck-flesh as if it were but tissue-paper, purple blood spilling out over her the fingers! The world around them FADED into a seemingly infinite black, land, sky and sea, sound light and air... EVERYTHING was sucked from all visible space... except for a pair of emotionless, wide, GAPING eyes and shadows even blacker than the void that crushed the world around them.

"S....So... this... is what you... are..." Octobass would state, his grin WIDENING despite the feeling of his neck and throat CRACKING within the creature's grip. "....Mag....nif...ic...ent..." 

Adorable.
Presumptuous.
Murderer.

"And... More..." Octobass laughed... or tried to. It came out more as a hacking WHEEZE of a desperate and ever-fading giant! If anything could truly personify the aspect of life from which this Namekian was born, it was THIS thing... whatever it was! True greatness, the eternal abyssal black, its reach as incomprehensible and unending as Octobass craved himself! His skin almost felt like it was retreating from his scalp as the creature ran a finger along it, as if her mere touch was the bane of the biological construction that was his body! So truly mighty was this entity, he could feel death practically WITHIN his very being, as if she and it were one and the same! His grin only grew... as blood began to roll up and over his upper-lip from his crushed throat, the liquid fading into the void the moment it touched Phakk.

"...Grant... me... power..." He choked, even as his yellow, glowing eyes rolled into the back of his head! "I... want... it... all..."

WC: 434
TWC: 2430