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marking this to get any future updates, so may as well enjoy myself and leave a proper comment.
Likewise, welcome to the thread!
ok, the recent post made me re-read the whole story up until the Last FUBAR so far; partially to enjoy reading everything again whit the benefit of hindsight and enjoy all that delicious foreshadowing (literal in this case) and partially to reacquaint myself whit it. my conclusion is that if quest contains some form of seals in it, apparently is gonna eventually become a page-turner, political/psychological thriller no matter how shonen the source material actually is.
I mean, A Simple Transaction I sort of just turned into epic poetry instead...
 
An Adventuring Perspective
An Adventuring Perspective
Bassoon has spent decades traveling the galaxy, and never has he seen anything quite like Kakara Goku.

Oh, he has seen weirder. Space tortoises overrunning planetary defense forces. The sapient nebulae of Transvaee XII. Honest capitalists. Tons of bizarre stuff. But none of it quite like the curious monkey riding shotgun in his head.

Bassoon likes to think he's been good at rolling with the punches, but traveling with Kakara has nearly been one crisis to the next the whole way, and that's if he ignores the genocidal dragon she carries on her shoulder like a pet. Still, he's rolled with it, and tried to teach her a little about his people and the galaxy into the bargain.

His people might be mostly cloistered anarchists, but Bassoon has spent enough time in the wider galaxy to have a very keen sense of what Kakara's titles mean. How he treats her has political implications.

Which means it has been time for politicking. Yip-pee.

Still, the girl's been friendly enough, and helpful. Bassoon has seen weirder, but few rarer. He can count the number of people willing to leap to another planet's defense at the drop of a hat on a single hand, and that's including himself. His aid to Arcosa was something undertaken after a long time spent considering his options. Kakara leapt into her situation with both feet.

Even despite that, though, he's been worried. Kakara is a generous young woman, but he's seen the strain on her She never seems to set burdens down, and having so many already makes him fear that she'll snap. He worries, too, that perhaps the warlord they're hunting won't be Haila after all, and all this scouting will just be so they can go home and tell his people to run.

And he worries about Kakara's visions. He has projected confidence in front of the group, but the context they offer worries him. Rule number one of scouting is to commit only as much as you need to. Get as close as necessary to find what you need, then get out. The only thing he can think of that would require them to enter the warlord's flagship would be if the couldn't otherwise find what they were looking for at all. And that worries him, because he can think of only a few pieces of information that would require that, all of which would likely only be obscured if the warlord had reason to think he needed to be taking precautions against spies.

Bassoon worries that Kakara's visions imply that there's a trap being laid which he can't see, but whose bait will be too tempting to pass up.

Still, if he has learned anything in his long years adventuring around the galaxy, it is this: when you know a trap is coming, don't run or scream, because your opponent probably is ready for that.

Spring the trap, instead, and fight your way clear.



We moved again, which annihilated writing time, but I am hopefully back! Just posting this to prime the pump a bit. Small and quick piece to show what's in Basson's head right now (other than you). Enjoy!
 
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And Bassoon is yet another person that hints that Kakara needs to take a vacation and have some 'her time'.
 
Non-Canon Omake: Goldener Oozaru
Goldener Oozaru: Electric Boogalo

AN: Not super happy with how this came out, but wanted to get it out nonetheless.

There's more to this, you know.

The Golden Oozaru is brilliant - the fur gleaming bright with the power of your ki, amplified by the titanic strength of the primal power your race had long abandoned.

Until you transformed.

You growl, and frame your hands - power drawn from deep within you in a furious blast, life force intermingling with your overdriven strength to hammer a vast hole into the sea, white light burning away even further then you can see.

It's strong - stronger then anything else you have, stronger then you would have dreamed possible, without killing yourself with the kaioken - but it's not enough.

Not enough to face the arcosian war lords, not enough to face what you have waiting for you, back home, and certainly not enough to brave through the fires of hell.

You need more - not just the incrementally advantages eked out with refinement of techniques or your ki.

You need to be stronger, and you need every little bit of that you can get.

You blink as a memory flashes by.

A memory said:
It's a flash of intuition, something that Sensei has told you to look for. It's just on the edge of your consciousness, but you grasp onto it and follow, because you need something -- anything. You grab onto it, and dig deep for power. Deeper and deeper, not that you know why, because this isn't your normal form and what works there won't work here, but-

Oh. Of course. It's so obvious. Super Saiyan isn't something that swells the pool of your base power, after all. It's you digging into a reservoir of strength apart from your base strength.

Why wouldn't you be able to use it now?

With a mighty bellow, you dig deep, and transform.

If one discarded path can become yours to wield, then…

Why not another?

You scream, every tiny scrap of your power surging out of you, a full-throated roar to the heavens as you dig deeper. You reach for more strength then any saiyan has wielded in perhaps hundreds of years, the earth shattering beneath your feet as a storm of power forms around you.

Lighting spills out from your mind, thunder clapping as your muscles start bloating.

Your arms bulge, your legs swell, your whole build stretching and crackling with strength as you drag out the power of the ultimate form - over a hundred million units even as the shade you are.

It's dense, too - the same solidity and depth of your strength translates to even this, and the raw pressure running through your veins is impressive but…

You throw out a few experimental jabs, each sending ripples through the air as you are forced to constantly adjust for the sheer mass of your body.

You frown, tamping down a quiet surge of the anger of your primal form.

It's useless.

The speed drawback of both forms compound - even as an Oozaru you can be a sitting duck for a peer opponent, and this is far far worse.

You take a deep breath as you let the form fade back, the swelling fading back as you try to think of what you can do with this.

It's still more - more strength to gift, more power to throw around against spells, more durability and more oomph behind your blasts, if you ever need that, but…

You flinch, thinking back to the false vision you saw oh so long ago, of what could happen if you took the next step along the path of the forms laid out before you, shrinking back down to your human form as you try to think this through.

It's… something, and even an exciting discovery, in a way.

It's just… not enough.

So, you clean off the lingering hairs, take a minute to breathe, and meditate on what you can use, in the coming battles.
 
Goldener Oozaru: Electric Boogalo

AN: Not super happy with how this came out, but wanted to get it out nonetheless.

There's more to this, you know.

The Golden Oozaru is brilliant - the fur gleaming bright with the power of your ki, amplified by the titanic strength of the primal power your race had long abandoned.

Until you transformed.

You growl, and frame your hands - power drawn from deep within you in a furious blast, life force intermingling with your overdriven strength to hammer a vast hole into the sea, white light burning away even further then you can see.

It's strong - stronger then anything else you have, stronger then you would have dreamed possible, without killing yourself with the kaioken - but it's not enough.

Not enough to face the arcosian war lords, not enough to face what you have waiting for you, back home, and certainly not enough to brave through the fires of hell.

You need more - not just the incrementally advantages eked out with refinement of techniques or your ki.

You need to be stronger, and you need every little bit of that you can get.

You blink as a memory flashes by.



If one discarded path can become yours to wield, then…

Why not another?

You scream, every tiny scrap of your power surging out of you, a full-throated roar to the heavens as you dig deeper. You reach for more strength then any saiyan has wielded in perhaps hundreds of years, the earth shattering beneath your feet as a storm of power forms around you.

Lighting spills out from your mind, thunder clapping as your muscles start bloating.

Your arms bulge, your legs swell, your whole build stretching and crackling with strength as you drag out the power of the ultimate form - over a hundred million units even as the shade you are.

It's dense, too - the same solidity and depth of your strength translates to even this, and the raw pressure running through your veins is impressive but…

You throw out a few experimental jabs, each sending ripples through the air as you are forced to constantly adjust for the sheer mass of your body.

You frown, tamping down a quiet surge of the anger of your primal form.

It's useless.

The speed drawback of both forms compound - even as an Oozaru you can be a sitting duck for a peer opponent, and this is far far worse.

You take a deep breath as you let the form fade back, the swelling fading back as you try to think of what you can do with this.

It's still more - more strength to gift, more power to throw around against spells, more durability and more oomph behind your blasts, if you ever need that, but…

You flinch, thinking back to the false vision you saw oh so long ago, of what could happen if you took the next step along the path of the forms laid out before you, shrinking back down to your human form as you try to think this through.

It's… something, and even an exciting discovery, in a way.

It's just… not enough.

So, you clean off the lingering hairs, take a minute to breathe, and meditate on what you can use, in the coming battles.
Non-canon! Much appreciated. Bonus to Oozaru experimentation. :D
 
[X] Plan: All Is One in Bassoon's Head
-[X] The Sight (2 AP)
--[X] Continue Your Training (1 AP)
--[X] Looking Home (1 AP)
-[X] Training (3+2 AP)
--[X] Style Training (1 AP) [Tenshinhan]
--[X] To Go Beyond (1 AP) [Perfect Multiform]
--[X] Improve a Skill (1 AP) [Dodonpa]
--[X] Improve a Skill (1 AP) [Crowd Fighting]
--[X] To Go Beyond (1 AP) [Ki Sense - All Is One]
-[X] Social (2+2 AP)
--[X] Talk To Dazarel (1 AP)
--[X] Strengthen Host Bond (1 AP)
--[X] General Training (2 AP)
-[X] The Outside World (0+1 AP)
--[X] Historical Insights (1 AP)
-[X] A Cause (1 AP)
--[X] Ki Refinement (1 AP)

With that as my reference, let's get some rolls in here.

I need eleven rolls of a d100. Let's have 'em! One per customer.
 
Ok, so assuming that we didn't roll for historical insight and that those were in the order that they appeared in the plan:

[] The Sight (2 AP)
Continue Your Training (1 AP): 90
Looking Home (1 AP): 36
[] Training (3+2 AP)
Style Training (1 AP) [Tenshinhan]: 91
To Go Beyond (1 AP) [Perfect Multiform]: 54
Improve a Skill (1 AP) [Dodonpa]: 81
Improve a Skill (1 AP) [Crowd Fighting]: 59
To Go Beyond (1 AP) [Ki Sense - All Is One]: 50
[] Social (2+2 AP)
Talk To Dazarel (1 AP): 61
Strengthen Host Bond (1 AP): 32
General Training (2 AP): 26
[] A Cause (1 AP)
Ki Refinement (1 AP): 83

We did best at training the basics and ki refinement, we did average at innovating and learning to fight crowds (understandable given our situation) and the Namekians underperformed. Also, we still know little about what is going on back home and both Dazarel and us were bored enough to talk for a bit.
 
Ok, so assuming that we didn't roll for historical insight and that those were in the order that they appeared in the plan:

[] The Sight (2 AP)
Continue Your Training (1 AP): 90
Looking Home (1 AP): 36
[] Training (3+2 AP)
Style Training (1 AP) [Tenshinhan]: 91
To Go Beyond (1 AP) [Perfect Multiform]: 54
Improve a Skill (1 AP) [Dodonpa]: 81
Improve a Skill (1 AP) [Crowd Fighting]: 59
To Go Beyond (1 AP) [Ki Sense - All Is One]: 50
[] Social (2+2 AP)
Talk To Dazarel (1 AP): 61
Strengthen Host Bond (1 AP): 32
General Training (2 AP): 26
[] A Cause (1 AP)
Ki Refinement (1 AP): 83

We did best at training the basics and ki refinement, we did average at innovating and learning to fight crowds (understandable given our situation) and the Namekians underperformed. Also, we still know little about what is going on back home and both Dazarel and us were bored enough to talk for a bit.
Do any omake bonuses apply?

e:

Having looked it over, here we are:

Greater

Distant interactions with home.
Resisting genre blindness.
Willpower checks.
Style formation.
Jaron managing to [???].

Lesser

Supporting magical allies.
Dealing with out-of-context threats.
Deceit checks.
Jokes.

As omake bonuses go... These seem the most likely to come into play.
 
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