Post by Onoma on Jan 6, 2024 7:18:25 GMT -5
|| Onoma’s PL 40,000 ||
Planet hopping so often was an empowering way to live. No chains, no restraints, no obligations. It was with this philosophy that Onoma the red Namekian came to various worlds, saw what they took for granted and ruined it all for them in his quest to find what he wanted. Through the chaos he had caused, he had brought out some decent fighters, but they were only ever average people. They weren’t who he was looking for, so he would end them, continue his ruination until he got bored of any given planet and moved on to the next one.
Floating through space near Konats, Onoma’s star map pinged, notifying him of a small planetoid nearby. Since he had nothing better to do, he steered his vessel towards it. Surveying the world from above he didn’t immediately notice any sort of space port, but rather several domed technologically advanced cities dotted the largely natural and untouched landscape.
It was a strange thing, and he got to wondering why these cities were effectively vacuum sealed away from the rest of the planet... In any case, this could be quite interesting, so he decided to get closer to the planet, where he finally saw what looked like a space port; it was an incredibly tall raised spire that protruded from the planet, with a differently structured dome area that a few ships were coming in and out of.
Making his way towards it, Onoma landed, ignoring any guidance that he was given, caring little for inconveniencing the locals as his own craft pushed past some smaller ones. The Namekian smirked, already hearing the sounds of annoyance. One particularly annoyed group of Saiyans decked out in combat armor approached him aggressively, yammering on about... Something. Onoma couldn’t care less about what they were saying so he just idly picked one of his ears and flipped the bird at them instead.
“Boom. Fuck off.” Onoma gave a cocky grin. Understandably, this group of Saiyans didn’t take well to this and tried to attack him. Still grinning, Onoma went and pummelled each of them. Kicking the last of them down face first, Onoma planted a foot firmly on the back of the Saiyan’s head. He then shoved them forward, causing them to skid across the floor until they painfully hit a wall.
Looking up at the crowd, most of which were stunned into silence at the scene before them, Onoma gestured to everyone present. “Anyone else wanna try something?” He taunted, stepping over one of the groaning and bruised bodies of his would-be assailants, smiling maliciously. “Hmm?” He stepped closer and closer to the crowd, and suddenly leaned over, startling some nervous Konatsian. “Well!?” The Konatsian whimpered and tried to hide their face behind their hands.
“Yeah. Didn’t fucking think so.” Onoma snorted, pushing his way through the crowd without remorse or consideration of them, not expecting to find any resistance...