Post by Nervan & Friends on Jan 10, 2023 19:38:49 GMT -5
|| Nervan’s PL: 12,000 ||
Another world of true substance. Like Earth, this planet was also teeming with life, one could argue vastly moreso. Namek was what it was called— it too would tell a story, take a journey. It would start, and would one day end. It had true value. From what the wandering anomaly had been told by people in the past or gleaned from Namekian travellers, Namek had a vastly different story from that of Earth, which was good, comforting to hear, even.
If anything, from what the anomaly had come to know of Namek, it was possibly the one planet they would consider as nearly ‘complete’. In a way, they were somewhat jealous of this world because of it. What had earned it such a status? The wanderer had to know, they had to figure it out, and if need be, preserve and defend it to do so... Only in a dire emergency though, they knew well enough by now of the rumours of Namek’s protectors— strong, resolute, and plentiful.
In any case, the stranger entered Namek’s atmosphere once again encased in a purple and black ball of energy that possessed the (now slightly refurbished) parts of an old space pod. Like on Earth they circled the planet several times, taking note of the various details from this distance. Truly, Namek had a nigh-eternal day. With an educated guess, any form of ‘night’ was random and wouldn’t really last for more than half an hour at most. Now that would be interesting to experience.
Eventually, they slowed to a crawl and landed politely somewhere in the Ocar Farmlands. The energy holding the pod together disappeared and the parts clattered to the ground again. Rising from the seat, the anomalous wanderer observed the area, and their ever-open eyes met that of a shocked Namekian elder who suddenly ran off towards a group of others!
No matter, it wasn’t like the Namekian caused any problem, so the new arrival simply chose to quietly look at the nearby crops.