The Hunt is On! Looking for More Balls [DBH/Solo]

It had been a matter of days since Namorel acquired his first of the seven Dragon Balls, slowly he was amassing the items he would need for his plans to come. Resting the orb at the base of Porunga's statuette, Namorel knew the radar would once more come in assistance in locating the next of the seven that he would be looking for. The five red pointed stars that were frozen into the clear orange ball indicated which of the seven his current ball was.

The size of the orb still amused Namorel some, the size unnecessarily cumbersome, but not really a matter he could fix even as the Guru now as this is how they have always been and will always have to be alas. The Namekian slowly made his way back to the main room of the Guru's hut, his eyes locked on the elite guardsmen that had made their post known as Namorel roamed the room. No matter how often he made it apparent that he could manage himself, these eight insisted on keeping to the hut to assure the protection of this Guru, perhaps a remnant of an order given when Gadulka took the seat prior as the young child was injured beyond repair at that time.

It was a thought Namorel would have to ignore for the time being however as he pulled the radar from his large seat, the device clicking to life with a soft beep and the sensors firing in an instant. The ball that rested meters beneath his feet blipped into view almost instant, yet it was not the only one that showed up... apparently there was another nearby and closer than the first had been.

Gathering his wits about him, Namorel would descend the cliff of the Guru's hut and make his way into the villages below, it seemed the ball had made its way into the town at some point recently. The Namekian's first task in this regard would be to question the populace and see if any of them had caught wind of the balls. Taking brisk steps into the first village, he would ask about the older villagers and citizens, some unawares of the balls, dismissing this as myth and others expressing no knowledge of a Dragon Ball making its way into the area recently.

For what felt like hours Namorel was only met with consistent denial of claims and lack of evidence, until an eaves dropping child told the Namekian that some men wearing odd robes had been transporting old artifacts using machinery that was not native to the majority of Namek. With a general direction given, Namorel was off, and much to his surprise it was roughly the direction the ball was not being picked up in. 

The flight would not be a very long one, rather he would find himself outside of a rather large half submerged compound in no time. The building resting on the surface of a small bay with a bridge leading to the entrance. Wasting no time to get inside, Namorel would blast a hole into the wall and enter swiftly, the structure reminding Namorel of the sort that he and Ayumu broke into on Earth... perhaps his worst fears had come to light?

Deeper and deeper Namorel would descend, into the darkened depths of the Namekian ocean and the poorly lit pathways of the compound he had found himself in. Occasionally along the way there would be a half functioning robot, going about some basic maintenance work. However the radar would lead the Namekian to a room at the very end of a long hallway, dropped to the deepest, bottom floor of the structure.

Inside he would see the ball on the pedestal, or what he presumed was the ball as with the prior, this ball was wrapped in cloth and rested on a pedestal. A sound would catch his attention as a small man would ride from the shadows, knowing full well why the Guru was there. A soft smile across his lips, he agreed to give the relic to Namorel if he could beat him in a game of Earthling chess.

Namorel had never played a game first hand, but it was among many of the activities he had read about once before while on Earth. Accepting the challenge, Namorel would follow the man to the center of the room, where an elegant table stood, constructed of a thick marble with pieces of the same material adorned across the top. The Namekian would be playing blacks this game, watching the old man open with a pawn in two space.

Taking a moment to remember piece movements, Namorel would open right knight forwards and push an immediate offensive, to which the old man would match with a bishop release. Worried not at this bluff, Namorel would push his own pawns into a movement, opposed to the old man's to keep his bishop form jumping his stronger pieces immediately.

This piece for piece stalemate would last for quite some time as the Namekian pushed more and more, taking pieces to pair against what he would lose until all that remained on both sides were a smattering of pieces, the old man down to a rook, two pawns and his king. While Namorel had managed to cling unto a bishop, a knight, and his queen aside from his king.

Making careful movements, the Namekian would scoop up the old man's stronger pieces and pressure his king into the corner, locking him into place with the knight, rook, and bishop. The final blow would be struck with Namorel's queen as she put the white king into Checkmate. Admitting defeat with a chuckle, the old man would raise the hefty orb up, offering it to Namorel and walking the Namekian back to the entrance of the compound without a single complaint.

With ball in hand, Namorel made his way back to the hut hoping he had not been cheated out of a Dragon Ball and with intent to add one more to the collection.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 45,036
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 112,590
WC: 1,012
WC: 1,012
TWC: 1,012
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,259