Namekian Caverns of... Horror? [Quest]

"War... what is it good for?"

"According to Edwin Star sir... absolutely nothing."

Almost nothing ever occurred on Namek, the planet was what one would consider... absolutely boring to the point that floating hopelessly through open space seemed like a preferable situation to be in. This was not a point anyone could debate as it is about as truthful as can be. Unlike Earth, Namek lacked the attractions or even the population for such large scale happenings as there were in Earth's past and even in the current times... Namek also lacked the presence of a world ruling company like that of the Red Ribbon.

However, things were about to change for hopefully the better.... but that is rarely how these things went was it not? Namorel would be resting on the seat of the Guru, dozing off into a mindless daze at the sheer lack of activity on the planet of late. To some degree it almost felt as if the entire planet had come to a halt as soon as he landed, then resulting in a state that was still not recovering from this point. The villages were only as active as they needed to be, and the Dark Clan seemed to have gone quiet for the most part, it was all rather dull truly.

"By the kais, I knew Namek was boring... hell I spent ninety years here, but even this is too quiet.", Namorel rolled his eyes and spoke with a sigh. He was alone in the hut as the elite guard was about their routes for the day. The Namekian wanted something to happen already, even if it was a mess he would have to clean up on his own. It was at this point that Namorel heard what sounded like screaming coming from below.

Morbidly excited, the Namekian shot to his feet and turned the corner to the entrance of the Guru's hut... only to be met with a wall of what seemed like plant matter. The thick green substance locked him into the building. Reeling his hand back he would strike it to no avail, the plants taking the blow without any apparent signs of damage. Gritting his teeth and letting his ki erupt outwards, Namorel stike once more with intense force, slowly bearing into the green matter until he could see a modicum of light peeking through, using this gap he would tear it aside and crawl through the crevice he could create.

Namorel was... well baffled at what he saw on the other side, everything was well.... very flowery and plant covered. Tree hugging be damned, Mother Nature had taken a complete offensive and showed her might to the closest thing Namorel had to developed cities. Screaming and shouting were abound as Namekians seemed to be trapped in their homes and businesses or generally trapped in the oppressive foliage in general.

Extending his mind outwards, Namorel would check in with his elite guard... to find them all incapacitated, this was rather worrisome... next to him there were few on the planet with that level of strength. Drawing a slow breath, Namorel would slide down a thick vine that rode up the side of his cliff side abode. It was a rather quick trip to be honest, almost faster than if he had simply jumped... must have been some sort of fluid on the vine. As he hit the bottom, Namorel would be met by three large creatures that by his best description were huge plant people. Each felt much stronger than he expected from most creatures on this planet, but the odd part was that he could sense them to begin with.

Normally plant life was exempt of his ki sensing, but these seemed to be something else entirely. Steadying himself for a fight, Namorel would strike them one by one, taking care not to kill them and only incapacitate for the time being, but this seemed to be far more difficult than he originally thought as the more he his, the more they kept coming for him as if they had a bottomless well of stamina. Resolving with himself, he slammed his fist deep into one of them and ripped it asunder, a viscous green fluid pouring across the ground before him.

"What the hell?! Who is messing with my minions?", a voice boomed through the... roots? Not quite the reaction Namorel expected, but the answer didn't seem to come from the creature itself, but something else entirely. Realizing that whatever he was fighting were likely just mindless drones, Namorel wasted no time dispatching the rest of them, leaving vine and fluid strewn across the ground before him.

His first action would be to check in on the other Namekians, freeing those he could from their own homes and laying aside more and more of the drones until he could be sure that it was safe enough for him to investigate further. The Namekian would fly into the air, assessing the situation and looking for an epicenter... which proved to be quite difficult to say the least as the roots and vines seemed to come from all directions at the same time and consumed all that stood in their path... or at the least this seemed like the case until Namorel noticed a large conglomerate of wound vines coming from the north, leaving a wake of plant life in their wake, while it was a nice change to the planet... it was clearly not natural in the slightest.

Following this path would be Namorel's primary goal as it would very likely lead him to the true culprit behind all of this... whatever it was. Opting to keep to the air, the Namekian wanted to avoid any more incidents with the likes of the drones on his way there and as he moved some miles form the villages, following this path, the number of these plant like guards seemed to grow thicker and thicker and some even seemed almost gargantuan in size.

As the vines came to an end... everything dropped into a monstrous sized hole in the ground, the shape almost perfectly circular even. Knowing full well that this is where he had to go, Namorel flew to the center and dropped foot first into the hole, crossing his arms and closing his eyes, letting the air rush past him as he sank deeper and deeper into the crust of Namek. Light faded above Namorel as the hole grew unfathomably deep... it was rather concerning as it felt like miles rippled past him and air grew stale. A solid surface would finally cause Namorel to stagger as he struck it, it was much tougher than the impact he was expecting with the plants.

Rather what he hit felt like proper rocks and dirt. Pooling his ki into small ball, Namorel would spill light into the cavern and look around... it seemed that the vines had not bothered to cover the proper floor of the cavern and kept to the walls and ceiling alone. The Namekian had four passages to choose from, each one almost identical to the prior. Carving a pattern into the ground to not lose his way, Namorel would make his way down one of the tunnels, expecting the absolute worst before him when he got to the end... perhaps some sort of asinine puzzle or an endless wave of creatures spilling from the walls trying their damnedest to kill the Namekian for invading on their home or something.

This, however, is not what Namorel was met with. Rather he was met with a lean woman sitting at a table, an empty chair across from her. Her form was that of what some may call a 'dryad', covered from head to toe in foliage, leaves and vines covering her more... feminine parts and flowers trailing down her hair as it draped to the floor of the cavern. "Take a seat and have some tea.", she would offer, motioning to the chair before her.

Namorel was hesitant, but figured that should he resist the offer worse may face him. Taking a seat in the chair, a cup would be drawn and filled for the Namekian with a thick black tea. "What brings you into the caverns?", the woman would speak again, lacing her fingers together and assessing the Namekian thoughtfully. Namorel would sip the tea quietly, pleasantly surprised by the flavor that hit his lips.

"I'm looking for the source of the foliage so that I can resolve it. Many of my villages were consumed by the vines and roots.", Namorel replied with a frown, attention still locked on the naturalistic woman before him. She would look down with a sigh and whisper softly, "I told him it was a foolish idea, did he listen? No... of course he didn't.", Her face would lift once more, trying to keep the best look she could muster.

"I apologize for any damages he had caused... I won't hold you any longer. If you follow this passage further you will get closer to his chambers and hopefully you can knock some sense into him.", the dryad would say again, shooing the Namekian to get him heading towards his destination. Namorel would nod, but made it a point to down the remainder of the tea before jumping to his feet and making a slow pace down the further tunnel behind the alluring female.

The Namekian pondered whom the woman was talking about exactly, there must have been another down in these tunnels actually behind it all to begin with. Namorel could feel the air grow heavier both literally and metaphorically as a damp and almost intoxicating scent ran in the short supply of air that filled the tunnels. Namorel felt his eyelids growing heavy and as he slowly faded into a state of unconsciousness he saw a shadow in the bend of the tunnel.

"Figures a surface dweller would make their way down here. What business do you have with me you surface dwelling fool?", Namorel would awaken to hear, his eyes still adjusting to the light levels once more he couldn't quite make out whom was talking to. Then it became confusing apparent that what spoke to the Namekian was a giant Venus Flytrap of some sort, with a more... appropriate face for communication that most other examples of its type.

Of all of the things the Namekian had ever encountered... this was by far the most peculiar and oddly frustrating. Rising to his feet again, Namorel would look the creature over and then sigh for a moment. "You do realize that your roots are causing problems up top... right?", Namorel spoke glaring at the gigantic plant that could talk for whatever reason.

"And do I look like I care?", the plant would mock, grinning with its terrifyingly humanoid grin and sharp, unnecessary teeth. It was more than apparent that this creature didn't care the slightest about the effects of his actions. A ripple would echo through the caverns for a moment, but then fade once more and leave all quiet again as the Namekian and plant stared one another down in the eerily shadowy chamber of vines.

"If it takes me uprooting your sorry ass I'll make you care.", Namorel spoke with a scowl across his face. He was getting rather fed up with the self important plant that stood... well perhaps stood wasn't a great word, loomed over him. The Namekian clenched his fist and his ki rippled violently outwards, spilling waves and waves of light into the chamber, revealing more of the creature that was trying to establish some degree of superiority to Namorel.

The grin of the plant dropped as it realized it was at a disadvantage. Another ripple quaked the cavern as more of the drones spilled into the room, each one making a move at Namorel only to be torn into oblivion with a simple look by the Namekian. The constant ripping of air as Namorel's ki blasts struck into the beasts was deafening, constantly repeated and echoed almost endlessly in the caverns around them.

"Are you done yet?", Namorel would ask the plant creature, not bothering to turn back to it. Without a word it would disappear into a mass of vines in the ceiling only to be followed by this mass of vines and foliage. Making his way back to the main room he would notice a lack of the Dryad, even the table and other furniture seemed to be lacking. A simple flight upwards would have him racing the vines to the top and watching as the mass of plants consumed the larger Venus Flytrap and launching itself into space, never to be seen or heard from again.

"I wasn't expecting you to scare him that badly.", the feminine voice of the dryad spoke up once more. Stepping from behind a nearby rock formation she had a grin across her lips and her hands resting at her hips. It was clear that she was expecting some sort of outcome, but perhaps not one of that magnitude. "Personally I would have offed the fool, but to each their own I suppose.", she would mock with a bit of a playful tone to her voice as she eyed the Namekian up and down.

"I would have acted more on it, but he ran away before I could turn my attention back to him.", Namorel would say with a laugh. The Namekian did find it rather humorous, but at the same time the lack of activity was really bearing down on him, leaving him with the worst case of boredom. Taking to the air without another word, Namorel's destination would be to return to his hut that sat alone and lazily on the cliff that overlooked the villages below.

The Namekian would fail to notice the dryad following him back, keeping to the ground and making herself a home in a small cave at the bottom of the cliff, keeping her watch of the nearby farms of Ajissa trees in the days and months to come. Namorel on the other hand would take the time to check in on the villagers and make sure that the damage done to the villages was minor and that all plants and drones were removes, gone or otherwise take care of. This whole ordeal frankly gave the Namekian a headache... perhaps he needed more of the quiet he was getting used to

Deep in the bowels of the Namekian star system, the mass of vines would make their way to a nearby moon, shrouding the ball in a thick green cover and little by little consuming the mass. This is now where he would rest, and bide his time until he was ready to unleash his vengeance on the Namekian that foiled his plan... whatever it was. The Venus Flytrap dug himself a new chasm and filled it with a new breed of drones, these much larger and shaped more like the Namekian, his greatest foe.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 49,524
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 123,810
WC: 2,506
WC: 2,506
TWC: 2,506
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 12,381