Skepticism still rested frustratingly on Namorel's mind as he stepped outside of the structure and towards his other half. Deep down he hoped there was no degree of subterfuge tot his so called task that the elder had so conveniently had lying around for the two of them. Looking to the village and planet around himself, he did his best to keep a straight and stoic face as he approached Treses, he did no need the other to get the inclination this may be some sort of trap. At the very least if this was all true there ultimately may be more to gain from this than just to kill time.
Shaking his head Namorel would frown slightly at Treses if only for a moment. Pulling the relic back slightly as the other half's frustration and tension built perhaps on reflex or otherwise. "It does seem to be a reoccurring theme since out waking. Alterations in the truth or otherwise choosing to abandon the past.", Namorel spoke with an obvious hint of disgust in his voice. In truth the whole structure around them left a hint of malice in his mind, as it stood it did not represent the Namek that it should.
At first the Namekian didn't want to immediately head off and let his other half wander to the hill. Instead Namorel turned back to elder Acoch's housing and frowned slightly, he had to keep it welled up but something about the elder's tone and disposition was frustrating. After a moment he would turn, making his way towards Treses as the ever so slightly smaller Namekian began to speak. The statements of his other half were not entirely misplaced, there was tactical advantage to playing both sides in an attempt to expand the potential influence and yet there is something to say about bandits in that same regard. "It is a risk...", Namorel chose to say, pausing a moment as he mused over his words for a moment.
"We have to assure there is no risk of betrayal or the plots of bad actors when all is said and done.", the Namekian's eyes narrowed with this statement, but relaxing after a few moments. "I'm also not entirely certain if I trust this elder Acoch. As little as he can do on his own, this very much could be a trap and he could be as easily be guiding us into it." Once more turning back to look to the structure Namorel would continue, "All in all we should likely carry on with caution as this could go one of many, many ways." Resting on his words for a moment, Namorel would rise to his feet and look to the horizon. "I suppose now if ever is a good time to go, it is not as if we need to worry about the light going anywhere.", he would say with a grin as he looked towards his other half with an eager amusement.
Namorel felt Treses was likely rearing for a fight, but if one in complete could be avoided that would be for the absolute best in Namorel's eyes. As Treses himself had said, there is the chance they could benefit from both sides and get the start of a foothold on the planet before they choose to move forwards with everything.
Post by Treses, The Million Year Scar on May 23, 2023 21:57:03 GMT -5
Power Level: 24,000 Word Count: 341 Total Word Count: 6,609 Text Hex: 009d5b
"Yes... I did not anticipate a trap... This is why I look to you for the wisdom" Treses would say extremely serious, his hand gripping the relic they were given while he processed in his head the best options and alternatives should something go wrong or negatively. "we need to expand our focus. This mission gives us ample room to grow as a group, we need the support of these modern Namekians should we try again with our plan to exterminate the pest that is the caste system. I am sure I can convince these 'Mah-Zo-Ku' to side with us if they are even remotely similar to our original followers so long ago. I was their leader at one point, I am sure my experience as an 'elder' will prove somewhat useful." He would explain to Namorel, his fist gripping tightly as he thought of the ways of enforcing his will without hurting them. He needed competant, functional soldiers. Not damaged goods. "Namorel, what do you plan to do to get this mission under way? I feel your best efforts are in convincing the more powerful locals to support the cause. I can see many seeing you as a great sage of advice should the time come to stress our might and free this world from it's hidden tyranny." He would finish, offering the option to Namorel but wanting his own, honest opinion on what he wants to do.
As Treses pondered these ideas, he would sigh one more time and listen out whatever Namorel would have to say, before nodding and taking his own chance to go on and start his own plan.
"Do what you must do. I will see you in the next couple cycles or when we next meet again, hopefully I can return with more members and followers of the great campaign. We have a long road ahead of us, brother. May this turn out great for all of Namek kind." Treses is EXITING the thread to find more Namekians for their cause, bidding Namorel a farewell as they plan their mission.