Namek Quests: John Smith Edition

John and the Namekian all arrived at a large house with Namekian architecture. John followed the green man to the Grand Elder. The Grand Elder was a big, plump Namekian slouched down in a magnificent throne. He growled out, "Human, oh human, a great illness has befallen I. The clock of my life is slowly ticking to its own demise, and I am quite upset by this discovery. My final wish is for you to bring me my son, Slugio, so I can bid him adieu. Merci, human. Eouuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh," The Elder groaned in severe pain after he finished his short dialogue, as if it was taking all his willpower to literally stay alive.

"I appreciate the over-dramatic acting. A lost art if you ask me," Big Shot threw in, the sarcasm in his voice revealing how bored he was.

The Namekian messenger turned to John, "OKAY. AS YOU CAN SEE, THE GRAND ELDER HAS AN UNKNOWN SICKNESS AND IS DYING. HE WANTS YOU TO GO FIND HIS SON SO HE CAN SAY GOODBYE. THE PROBLEM IS, HIS SON WENT MISSING FIFTEEN YEARS AGO. NONE OF US HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE HE HAS GONE. THOUGH, THE REPORTS ARE SAYING HE WAS LAST SEEN IN THE RECORDER DISTRICT, SO TRY THERE."

John nodded, "I will be back with your son," His calm voice was reassuring to the two Namekians, though John had no clue how he was supposed to find this person, nor did he know where the Recorder District was. Thankfully, he had Big Shot on his side.

"The Recorder District is fifteen klicks to your Southwest John. In English, that means it's fifteen kilometers to the Southwest." Big Shot added, which gave John a good idea where he needed to go.

He turned and started walking out, "Thank you,"

The Namekians were confused, since they hadn't said anything else, but before they could ask, John took off into the air.

As they neared the rumored residence of Slugio, the two could see why he was missing. Clearly, the Recorder District was relatable to the slums of Earth. Red Namekians were out shouting at each other or fighting, others were living in huts that even homeless people couldn't be jealous of. John touched down near one of the Namekians and opened his mouth to speak, "Hello. I am searching for Slugio." Upon mentioning Slugio, all of the Red Namekians in the area started freaking out. Some ran and hid in their huts, while others curled up in the fetal position. The rest surrounded John, fists clenched and sharp teeth bared.

The Namekian the hero first landed near spat out maliciously, "Вы здесь не принадлежите. Оставлять."

John calmly asked, "What are they saying?"

Big Shot gulped, confused by the Namekian's foreign tongue, "That, my friend, I do not know. This language isn't anywhere in my database," He scavenged through his compute's databanks, trying to find something, anything that could help the hero.

John, who was never worried, spoke back and asked again, "Where is Slugio?"

The Namekian hissed at the human, but he was quickly shoved aside by a more stocky Namekian, one who was clearly more powerful than the rest. He was mostly red, like all of the other Namekians in the Recorder District, but he had streaks of green traveling down his body. When he spoke, a commanding voice shouted, "Уходите в сторону улитки. Я не могу справиться с этим," He stood at around 9 feet tall and was definitely physically intimidating. At the joints for each of his four limbs (his two shoulders and two hip sockets) were mechanical pieces that were constantly releasing steam. Slugio scoffed at the human, showing his razor sharp teeth. It was obvious to both John and Brand that Slugio was a force to be reckoned with, "Who dares call upon me?"

John spoke with his calm voice, "It was me." Slugio sized up the human, who was nothing special at all. He couldn't help but chuckle, but he regained his menacing look and got up in the face of the hero. His breath was hot and smelled of chlorine among other chemicals, for whatever reason. Most people would have panicked, given the situation, but John kept his composure.

Slugio raised an eyebrow, "Impressive. But be warned; most aliens who visit the territory of the Black Dragon Clan are lucky to leave in a casket, if at all. Your reasoning better be worthy."

John cleared his throat and answered, not stuttering once, "I was sent here by your father. He is sick."

Apparently mentioning the Grand Elder was a bad idea, because Slugio sighed in frustration, "My father's illness is of no surprise to me. I will not be seeing that fool on his death bed, or ever again for that matter. And neither will you. Умереть."

With his angry monologue over, Slugio grabbed for John, but the hero was ready. He jumped backwards to avoid the grasp of the evil Namekian and was surprised to see the other red Namekians step aside for them. Clearly they wanted this fight to be between John Smith and their leader. Slugio stayed on the offensive, stomping his foot towards the hero. Chunks of the planet were forced out of the ground, trying to make him lose his balance. John's training at Crane School allowed him to see the attack as an opening, since it took some energy to perform. The hero dove over the rippling ground, ran up, and swung his fist at Slugio.

The leader, unable to dodge, put his left arm out to catch the attack, which he successfully did. John's punch force usually sent his foes flying, especially because he didn't like to kill, but this time it was different. Instead of sending the red Namekian soaring through the air, his entire left arm exploded into one big splatter of blood. The Namekian staggered back, off put by the sheer power he had been hit with. The mechanical joint that connected Slugio's left arm to his torso began producing more steam than ever, so much that it started whistling like a tea kettle. John observed blankly, unsure of what was happening, "John, from my experiences, that does not bode well for y-." Then, almost as quickly as it came off, Slugio produced another arm where his old one had once been. He bent the arm at the elbow and flexed a little, just to make sure it worked, then he turned his attention back to his opponent.

"I haven't felt an attack that powerful since I was initiated by the former Black Dragon Clan leader. Impressive potential coming from an unimpressive creature," John had used a lot of energy to perform such a powerful punch, mostly because he wanted to defeat the Namekian rather than just slow him down for a second or two. He breathed heavily and was physically exhausted, but he put his fists up in his fighting stance. Was this how he would die?

Suddenly, four heavy objects pounded onto the ground behind John. He glanced over his shoulder at four robots, which were of intricate design, though they were very obviously Earth-made creations. Their right arms were all mini-guns from the elbow down, and they definitely looked menacing. Big Shot spoke, "Duck," and as soon as the hero did as he was told, the four robots unloaded their weapons on the Namekian in front of them. Their mini-guns fired bullets along with the occasional ki blast. Together, the four robots bombarded Slugio.

The android-Namekian growled before yelling out, "УНИЧТОЙ ЭТИ МАШИНЫ!" The rest of the red Namekians got in motion, swarming towards John and the four robots. One of the robots grabbed hold of the hero and, together, they flew off into the sky. Slugio took off into the air, chasing the four robots and John Smith. A swarm of red Namekians was close behind their leader.

"Johnny boy, buddy, we're in a bit of a pickle here. Well, you are. I'm completely safe. But I won't sit idly by while you struggle on some alien planet full of green and red snail men. Slugio clearly has received some bodily modifications that make him stronger than you can handle, at least right now. I'm going to take you back to the Grand Elder, and hopefully, seeing his father will trigger something. Otherwise, you're relatively fucked," Brand Herman's plan seemed dumb, very dumb, but it was John's only option.

It was not long before the heroes arrived at the Grand Elder's palace. John and the robots raced inside, turning to see the swarm of red Namekians at the doorstep, literally. John got back in his fighting stance, having regained some of his energy since he threw his last punch. "Dearest human! I see you are making a noble effort to defend me, but please, inform me, have you located mine son?"

John wanted to answer, but Big Shot gasped, murmured something to himself, then asked John with slight worry in his voice, "Where did the big one run off to?"

The hero lowered his fighting stance, noticing the red Namekians had not actually entered the building. Suddenly, the roof of the building caved in as Slugio made his grand entrance. The debris tumbled downwards, knocking John unconscious under a pile of rocks and stone.