Post by Pracross on Mar 19, 2021 1:32:54 GMT -5
We’re Not In Tarbel Anymore
Pracross - Saiyan - 5,000 PL
6/6 KP - 0/6 MP - Base Form
Planet hopping was going poor. Dedra was no help, Carcear was a wreck and Eminor couldn’t service him because he had no magic in his blood. It had seemed like with every turn, Pracross was met with a new misfortune. Luckily, the next planet on the list was promising. Planet Namek was one of the few places in the universe known for truly keeping peace. From his studies, Pracross had managed to stumble upon some information about a warrior clan that lives somewhere on the globe. If he could find some hint as to where this clan might be residing, a mentor may be hiding amongst their midst, ready to teach him how to expand his power.
Hurtling towards the green orb, the pod would begin its usual alert where it would sound a small chime and force the hover ports to open within a minute of landing. Pracross’ coma would be cut short as the sleeping gas was cut nearly an hour ago, leaving him groggy to the impedding landing. His half asleep mind wandered, looking around at the red lights. “Good morning.” Pracross muttered, a yawn flowing out as he spoke. The drowsiness wouldn’t settle for long, as hitting the planet caused the entire pod to shudder violently with a loud sound of impact. It was like the best alarm clock if the only means to wake you up was explosions.
A few minutes passed and the pod didn’t open. Inside, Pracross was gripping his seat with the force of a Heran warlord. It was his first time testing the drug induced sleep state and it was quickly becoming his least favorite form of rest in the pod. His hands were still shaky from the crash, raising them felt like picking up a building, but time had already been wasted sitting here for too long. The Saiyan forced his arm onto the exit button, causing the pod door to open a few inches before slowly rising up to full capacity. It wasn’t easy getting out of the pod from that point on. With the drug still weighing his body down, Pracross had to rely on the doorframe to get out. One foot out the door, then another, each step growing easier to manage as his body came back to function enough to walk.
The boy marched up the small crater he had made and began to scan the area. He had read a little bit about Namek before setting course here. The oxygen was enough for Saiyans, though food was hard to hunt for, so one would have to make due on fish and frogs. The landscape has green skies, green grasses and teal oceans, ranging for miles with few mountains to be hand. It was a tropical paradise! So why did this region look like a hellscape? Black clouds with orange skies, rock formations rising up every few yards, red water and yellows grass. Was this even Namek? Pracross eyed around until he heard the sound of footsteps nearby, causing him to turn his head toward the shuffling. There was a long pause of silence and yet nothing happened. The sound had been pretty heavy, so there was no way it wasn’t a trick of the ear. “Hello?” The Saiyan mustered after some timid thought. There was no response, so either the creature left or was stalking, but with the shock of the region, Pracross was sold this thing wanted to make more red than just the water.
Pracross in hopes to bait the creature out took a few steps back, kicking a few rocks to make it seem like he was an unsuspecting prey. Surely enough, the creature bought it, wasting no time running towards Pracross, or at least, that was what it had seemed like at first. The creature made no sound in its assault, rather dashing forward with high speeds to try and latch at the boy. Forcing his ki to spark, the Saiyan took flight himself. The dodge granted him a small chance to look at the creature, which looked vaguely familiar in some odd sense. It was shaped similar to a namekian in the head, but the rest vaguely resembled something to a gryphon without the feathers. Falling back down a distance away from the creature, the teen threw up some hands to show his lack of desire to fight. “Hey, look dude, I’m not looking for a fight.” Pracross said, but it fell on daft ears. It seems this Namekian, if that even what it was, didn’t speak, or at the very least, didn’t want to.
Wasting no time, the creature shot at Pracross again. Rather than taking to the skies, the boy ducked and allowed the creature to fly right over him, sending it into the pod. The claws of the creature left a few scratches on the pod, warranting a groan. “Come on dude, that was expensive!” The boy said, to which there was no response but a growl. Not only did it not speak, but it seemed to not care about monetary value and the lessons of hard work. One more turnabout from the creature and Pracross wasn’t going to sit by to let this creature wreck him of his ship. As the beast got close, Pracross jammed a leg up into the creature’s skull as hard as he could muster, sending the green gremlin into a nearby cliff face. “Hah, take that, jerk face!” The Saiyan shouted with a victorious tone. The skirmish hadn’t lasted long, but it was time enough for another monstrous creature to show up behind the young boy and with it’s apple opportunity, it struck!
“Yeouch!” Pracross cried as a sharp pain shot through his ring finger. Holding his hand in front of him revealed Namek Frog had bitten and attached to his finger with no intention of letting go until it had acquired a snack from this boy. Pracross tried shaking his hand as fast as he could to get the creature off, but it was intent on staying attached. “Okay fine, you can stay…” The boy mutters, grabbing the frog’s foot and trying to pull it off one last time before sighing in defeat. This frog wasn’t budging anytime soon. “But if you’re staying, you’ll need a name. How about… Crogo?” The Saiyan smiled and gave a rub to the frog’s noggin. “Croak if you love it.” There was silence from the small creature, probably too focused on removing Pracross’ finger to speak. Too stubborn to accept silence as an answer, Pracross tried again with a far better idea. “Alright then, croak if you hate it.” More silence. To that, the Saiyan could be satisfied in that department, however there were still a few more questions on the mind. Not only was the creature from before probably still around, but it was hiding somewhere in odd landscape, which warranted only a single question from the Saiyan. “So do you know where we are, Crogo?”