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| To Walk You Must Crawl Quest; Rem | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 21 2013, 11:28 AM (62 Views) | |
| Rem | Apr 21 2013, 11:28 AM Post #1 |
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The Super Namek
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| Rem | Apr 21 2013, 11:44 AM Post #2 |
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The Super Namek
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Relearning long lost skills was a bitch, in a way. Oh sure, he knew that he was capable of the technique known as astral projection, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he had forgotten it. So while he didn't need to spend the time actually learning how to do the technique, he had to spend the time delving through his mind to figure out what the hell he had done the first time. It might have actually been faster to just attempt to relearn the damn thing, now that he thought about it. But that wasn't the point here. The point was that, once, Rem had been a Paragon of Light and goodness, a Champion of the Nexus and the strongest adversary of the being known as the Unformed- the enemy against everything good and living. The point was that Rem needed to relearn and reaccept the responsibilities and powers he had once attained in the furthering and pursuit of his goal to protect everyone and everything he loved, so that he could do so again. He had been given a second chance at this shit. In his last life he had spent the better part of 2000 years fighting against the Unformed and things like him, only to get to his life with the realization that all of his actions had actually DONE very little. he had been a stasis field. Rem had kept people safe, had kept the status quo intact, and had been enough of a force, along with the Saiken, to stand against the aggressions and attempted actions of the Unformed and beat him back. But they had never actually known victory. And, in time, his body had grown weary and weak and he had lost the will to fight. And so, he had allowed himself to die and be reborn. he had thought, when he died, that all he wanted to do was disperse his energy and being back across the multiverse, to repopulate the bloodline that would have been lost because of who he was, had he not. But... now that he was in the throes of his prime, in his second life... Rem reveled in the chance to try again. He wanted nothing more than to get a second crack at the unformed. he would do things differently this time, he would be smarter, stronger, faster. He would beat it, if it came to that. He had thought that he had sealed this universe from the touch of the Unformed, but that had proven to be wrong, had been self delusions. Perhaps, yes, for a time the purifiaction rituation that he had performed had worked to keep the unformed and his minions out of this universe, but it would not work forever, could not work forever. In time the other WOULD get through, and he would know that this is where Rem was. Rem knew that, by now, almost all the other shards of his existence were gone. There couldn't be more than a handful of Rem's left spread across the multiverse. For the longest time his power had increased in leaps and bounds as the unformed had gone about his multuiversal genocide campaign against Rem, wiping them out one by one. The Namekian wasn't sure how or why the others had survived- perhaps they had rediscovered the same skills he had and had done the same thing. Or perhaps they had been turned, or perhaps the unformed simply hadn't been able to find them or tap into their particular universe yet. Whatever the reason, there were still at least one other rem out there. He didn't know how many exactly, but knew that as yet he still wasn't 100% of what he had used to be. he didn't possess all the knowledge that he had once had. That meant that some of it, a very small portion considering the fact that over 99% of the rems in the multiverse had been killed, their knowledge and rememberances recast to the others, so that each of the remaining rems was over 99% complete. The fact that the survivors knew they were waiting for the others to die, or themselves, for Rem prime to be born again was a morbid thought, but at least this Rem was over it. It had to be done, he had to have his power. Whether that was him, as him, or him as another version of himself that had grown and developed another way in another galaxy he wasn't to be sure until that time of reckoning came, but he was pretty sure it had to be him. After all, he had sealed off the galaxy, he had saved Namek and had avenged juno and other worlds by killing the mass murdering psycho cyborg saiyan. He had stopped the Namekian Insurrection, and done so many other things that were in the same vein as what he had done in his previous life. How... how could he have possibly done all of that, and yet have it not be enough for HIM to be the Rem Prime. But even as he thought and knew that, he knew it was folly. For the other rems to have survived as they had, and to have regained the same memories he had- he knew they must have done such things as he had. So they were all worthy, but only one would be the one. And hopefully, that one would be the one who could finally take care of the unformed, if such a thing were even possible... Anyway, so yeah. For a few days Rem was apparently trapped in that underground trench temple thing that apparently ran under the entire surface of whatever world this was. He had to figure out how to astral project once more so that he could look at the thing from the outside, rather than the inside where he was. The voice in his head, wheover it was, was confident that would be all that Rem ndeeded to figure out how to get the hell out of here. He would trust that, he guessed. There was no reason not to. So, he meditated. A day passed as he sifted through memories of techniques and trainings in the past in which he had learned new and grand techniques, old memories- those from his youth and middle age in his previous life. Eventually, he found the memory he was searching for. He went over it again and again, reliving the memory, reliving what he had done when he had first discovered astral projection. Then, he had went forward in time to a point he had actually used it outside of the training and the creation of the technique, just to make sure he had a fully working version, and knew what he was doing. And then, Rem gave it a try. And it worked... It was magnificent, and perfect. He was essentially reliving an exact memory, sensation and power at the same sort of levels as he did so. Meditation allowed him to relive past memories, and if he did it enough he could relive them outside of the meditation, and that was how he releasrned one of his old skills. Astral... projection. The Namekian tossed his mind outside of his body, and went a wandering. Sure enough, he saw the trick to getting out of the trench... And used that knowledge had had gained to do just that. The secret, Rem saw, was that a band wrapped around the planet. It was apparently some sort of super dense metal that was imbedded in the ground. The stone wall or whateverit had been was on the inside of it, so that it appeared old and stuff- but in reality it was super high tech looking. Every few hundred yards there was a small foot or two long pace where one joint of the metal band ended, and another one began. Rem likened it to an old fashioned metal banded wrist watched, actually it was almost exactly like that- with just enough room at places to get through simply because of how large the band was comparatively. It took some playing around for Rem to eventually figure out how to judge where his body was in comparison to the small escape holes, and then to somehow keep in mind of exactly the distance he would have to travel to get there, and where he would have to explode to get out and such. Eventually, he managed it. He blew open the space between the bands, exploding away the red, stone ceiling with ease in that spot and seeing, sure enough, bright sunlight shooting down between the cracks. With a sigh of relief the Namekian crawled free of the hole, then shot into the air- wanting to feel the freedom of flight for a bit, after having been stuck in that hole for so damned long. It was glorious. Witht he help he had been offered, and the voice of the Kannassan mystic or whatever, Rem had basically come to the decision that they werent evil bastards who had tried to kill and trap him so they could get at his crew while he was away. He was pretty sure they were legit at least, but... well, thats why he wore a scouter, to keep people honest. Rem flicked a few buttons and took a reading of all the nearby power signatures. Sure enough, he could see on his display that all of the members of his crew were accounted for, and none of them were scurrying around as if in battle, or having a decreased power level as if they had been fighting or had gotten defeated. Nodding solemnly, Rem decided that while these Colonist Kanassans methods might be strange, they seemed legit at least... And so he was going to go ahead and return the Oday and his village, and see what they wanted him to do next. he HAD regained at least one of his powers in this little exercise, perhaps although their training was unorthodox, he could unlock more. He just hoped they didnt have to beat the shit out of him next time. Sighing, Rem shot off back in the direction of Oday and the Kanassans. 1802 |
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