Close to the End! Dragon Balls Hunting [Solo]

Namorel had met with Sickle only a measly four days prior, almost an entire week passing since he learned the Changeling has intentions similar to his own, acquiring the Dragon Balls and making a wish on Porunga, the Dragon of Dreams. Namorel had gotten the lizard man to agree to his own terms, letting the Namekian have two of the three wishes they would be prompted as well as allow him to hide the password for longer as to keep those who should not otherwise know it... it was a genuine concern of Namorel's and one of the reasons he had not taken action to appoint a new Guardian just yet. He had yet to meet one that he felt could protect this knowledge as it should be.

He had confirmation that at least four of the balls were in safe hands now, and it was likely that Sickle had already found one in the time since their encounter... so he could expect to be hunting for one of the two remaining balls. With radar in hand, he would make aim to fly towards the opposing side of the planet for once, to avoid tracking his already gathered balls from those he was looking for, the flight would last a matter of hours before he came to rest on a rock formation in an open plain.

"This spot should be fine.", he spoke quietly to himself as he pulled the radar once more from his pocket. The small circular device would awaken with a soft click then beep, and the radiating circle sensor would start its job of blinking occasionally, pointing our any located Dragon Balls across the screen. It seemed to be picking up something, but whatever it was seemed to be just out of the immediate range of the device.

Taking to the skies once more, Namorel would begin a perimeter scan of the area, circling first to the east, little by little losing the signal until returning closer to the western side, where the small blip would begin to race across the device's face. The small yellow blip seemed to be a matter of miles west of where Namorel was now levitating. Once more on the path towards the ball, Namorel wasted no time taking a slow flight, pushing a ravine in the air around him, the whistle of the passage of it almost deafening, but the ki around him helped mute it to a much more tolerable level.

As the Namekian drew closer to the exact location the radar said... there was nothing, just more open plain and the deep blue carpet that was the grass of Namek. This seemed to be a running theme whenever Namorel actively hunted for these balls. With a sigh and his hands readied, he pulled back his fist and took a solid strike at the ground beneath him, cutting a chasm into the sediment that composed the surface of Namek, the planet had been through much much worse before so some minor strikes to the surface was not going to cause any severe damage.

What felt like an hour would pass before anything came of his strikes against the ground, a crater a yard or two in width had formed where the Namekian started his attacking of the earth beneath his feet. However this would change as he made one critical strike and the dirt around him shuddered and began sliding down, pulling the helpless Namorel into the underground beneath him. As Namorel recovered, he looked around for a moment before letting out a small ball of ki to track beside him and offer him light to see in the cavern. It seemed to be one of the Dark Clan hideouts, and a rather recent one at that. With a glance at his radar, Namorel would notice the Dragon Ball had moved further from him, in the direction of the tunnel he had access to no less.

Taking slow steps down the tunnel as to not trigger any potential traps, Namorel would examine each intersecting path, expecting to be ambushed at any moment by all number of Dark Clansmen Namekians... and yet as he went deeper and deeper into enemy territory this never once occurred, it was almost too quiet. Namorel would some upon an expansive room at the end of the tunnel, various goods stacked in all manner of places and littered across the floor lazily. Sitting square in the center of the room however was a bag and it was causing the radar to go nuts. As the Namekian drew closer to the bag, the radar grew almost too loud, the beeping echoing through the walls of the cavern.

It wouldn't be long before Namorel heard voices coming from all directions, not wasting time the Namekian would grab the bag and sling it over his should regardless of what was inside of it. He saw the other Namekians behind him giving chase as he traced the tunnels, hoping to find an exit. Ki blasts would fly past him one by one, some grazing his body and searing his skin for a moment. Done with their crap, Namorel turned around for a moment and glared at the ceiling of the tunnel, his invisible ki striking the rock and collapsing the tunnel in on the Namekians behind it, light would shine though this new hole, a potential exit for Namorel!

Pushing through the rocks and shoving dirt aside, Namorel would finally find himself back among the surface with bag still in tow. Shifting the weight of the bag once more over his shoulder, the Namekian's aim would be to return back to the hut and hope to the various kais that he had managed to get his hands on a Dragon Ball and didn't encounter some error with his radar. He would fly above the cloud line in case any of the Dark Clansmen Namekians had managed to escape the tunnels to chase him down, he didn't want to bring them back to the villages.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 46,080
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 115,500
WC: 1,005
WC: 1,005
TWC: 1,005
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,520