The Hunt Begins! Searching for the Dragon Balls [DBH/Solo]

"Now that things have settled, it's time to start looking for the balls."

The triune of stars made their first arc around the planet Namek as what would pass as morning on the world that never sees night came into apparition. Namorel would find himself taking slow steps back into the catacombs underneath the Guru's hut, eyes carefully scanning each statue and pondering those he never knew, mourning those he had once been close to.

Towards the far end of this tomb was a room dedicated to remembering the Gurus past, and only recently had the room been used as a new statue lined the ever expansive walls. The young Guru Gadulka, who has been acting Guru before Namorel's arrival had been added to the wall of memories, his visage carved carefully into the stark alabaster stone that much of Namek was constructed in once before.

In the epicenter of this room sat the statuette, the core of the Dragon Balls themselves that ensured that the dragon Porunga was alive and the balls active. From what Namorel understood once Gadulka had told him to finish the statuette, the balls that were already scattered planet wide had come to once more, and Namorel knew he had to do something before others could get their hands on the balls.

He had acquired a radar not too long back, one that claimed itself suitable for the hunting of Namekian Dragon Balls... although Namorel was not particularly sure how this was all that different than hunting the ones on Earth, yet he was not going to question the matter if the small device would speed up his process of finding what he sought.

His steps echoed as he walked through the barren stone halls and back into the main room of the Guru's hut, a structure that in time he hoped to expand on and improve. Activity seemed abundant on the landscape below, the scattered, almost united villages were going about their lives as one would expect. Various lifeforms from all walks made their way around, daily tasks or jobs being accomplished and children of all sorts playing blissfully in the light of the three suns.

It was nice to see Namek at one of its moment of peace, but Namorel also knew that there was likely much going on in the distant villages. Conflict, training, all many of preparations for the next attack by the Dark Clan. Something Namorel had done one too many times in the past. Anything from building temporary walls to checking the status of the weapons and making sure they were properly maintained, a task almost always given to the youngest warriors when they were not in the dojos training.

Namorel remembered the first rule on the frontier, however, the Ajissa were more important than their lives. The trees that defined the Namekian lifestyle and kept the ecosystem in check. The Namekian wasn't entirely sure the science behind it, but he knew full well that long, long ago the dying of the trees resulted in planet wide devastation, and that could not be allowed to happen again.

Checking the radar, the Namekian would notice a blip to the east of where he stood, quite a small blip at that, so the distance must have been a rather great one, Gripping the machine in his palm, he would notify the elite guard to take their posts around the villages as he went to explore the planet and try his best to get his hands on the ball that was just at his finger tips.

The flight would be about as boring as any other one may face on Namek, the lack of wildlife as there had been on Earth made things... less interesting to watch, but often this really didn't take much away from the experience or add to it for that matter. The soft green sky and waters were a nice enough difference than what he had been stuck with on Earth for so long, it also helped that for once he felt at home again.

The radar would begin to beep louder as the Namekian drew closer, finding himself at the edge of a rather large ridge, like some sort of crater on the planet that was sipped into a huge ring of cliffs, rising it above the usual landscape. The grass had wasted no time growing back over the divot in the Namekian soil. THe blue strips of life flailing mindlessly in the wind that was picking up around Namorel. Towards the center of the crater was a hole, one that was at an odd angle when compared to the crater itself, and it seemed to be on top of where the radar was picking up the ball.

Wasting no time to get inside, the small hole would open up into a monstrous cavern that seemed to go on in all directions for miles. Things were odd though,  it was empty... not the hasn't been touch ed recently empty, but the abandoned sort of empty. THe layout of things made it seem as if this were one of the supply points of the Dark Clan, perhaps in the last few years or so, but the typical regalia that defined such areas was not present this time.

Namorel would take careful steps around the cavernous expanse, poking through debris until something caught his eye, a large ball wrapped in cloth of some sort. Knowing full well this was what he was after, Namorel grasped the mass of cloth, staggering for a moment at the weight, but adjusting to it in no time. As he made it through the tiny hole once more, he felt the ground beneath him shudder and slowly collapse from the edge of the crater, he would push himself into the air and watch as the cavern dropped in on itself, leaving an even larger, devastated hole as compared to the one before... perhaps it was perfect timing that the Namekian had made it there to gather the ball he now assumed he had, the size and shape matched, but one could never know.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 43,984
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 109,960
WC: 1,019
WC: 1,019
TWC: 1,019
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 10,996