The feminine voice whispered into Felaern's ear with a deadly hush as it asked a simple question, "Do you understand what you're to do, Felaern?"

Turning his head slightly to the side to look at Mousse, the middle-aged Konatsian Sorceress that served as his personal handler, Felaern gave a quick nod in response to her query. Yes, he knew exactly what he was doing. Or more properly, what was about to be done to him. For the Cabal that had created him, the ones who had molded him into a near-perfect Guardian, had decided that there was nothing else they could do to improve upon his design. The only thing left to do at this point was to send the Golem out into the universe at large to begin gathering intelligence of any possible threat to Konats or its people... and to ensure that Felaern had the power and experience utilizing it to successfully defend against any such threat. To that end Felaern was to be sent away from Konats, far away.

Noting his apparent understanding Mousse continued her speech, "Good. Now the place we're sending you to is called Earth. From every bit of information we could muster about it, it is a world rampant with advanced technology yet is relatively peaceful, even being within an alliance with the Namekians, who are known peace-loving folk. Hopefully it will be the ideal place to test your abilities in a somewhat safe environment as well as gain intel." As she spoke Mousse guided Felaern down the center of a large room, at the far end was a large raised plinth, several pillars adorning its edge, and a great complex arcane circle was dug deep into its stone flooring. This was the portal room, designed for instantly transporting someone a great distance through mystical means. Not for the first time Felaern felt an urge of curiosity and perhaps even jealousy. The mages here had never granted him access to the tomes and spells that related to transportation, despite his stated interest in them. They had, in fact, looked terrified the first time he had even asked about it. Mousse had said that perhaps some time in the future when Felaern had a better grasp on his mystical powers; yet that day was not to be this day.

Moving with a sure step Felaern quickly made his way to the center of the raised plinth, several mages approaching from the corners of the room, some repeating some snippet of a mystic phrase, others merely staring at Felaern in silence. The only one who was willing to speak directly to Felaern was Mousse, and she gave an exasperated sigh as the others began to go through the motions and spoke the words to invoke the magic that would send Felaern across the Galaxy. "Gods I still cannot believe we're doing this. You're not ready yet. We're. Not ready..."

As the magic gathered the world began to feel less and less real to Felaern, as if everything was going to slip away at a moment's notice and replaced by something different. Like he was going to be replaced. Yet this was to better himself, to gain power and intelligence. This was...

"For Konats." Felaern uttered with confidence, nearly distracting those casting the spell, and causing a visible reaction from Mousse, who put her hands to her mouth in surprise. Felaern almost never spoke aloud unless he needed to. But as the magic began to take hold of him, and Felaern was beginning to slip away, it felt the right thing to say in that moment, and Felaern was blinded by a great white light while he had a smile on his face...

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As for the bored Netto? He was about to get his wish.

For with a sudden sound of rushing winds and crackling thunder, a great hole suddenly yawned wide in the air above the city. A center of blackness expanding for a few short moments, seeming ready to engulf the entire city. But then the yawn ended, and as the hole in the sky snapped shut a single being was left behind, falling to the ground...falling....towards Netto's shop!

Or at least very close to it, as in fact the falling object would strike not Netto's shop or even the gym across the street, but the street itself!

THUNK.

Felaern was still mesmerized by the cityscape that had unfolded before him, and with a wave of his hand he cleared some more of the dust surrounding him so he could get a better look. There were scarce few words that the Konatsians Guardian could think of to describe what he was seeing. Their structures are so tall, so massive in scale! Is this the power of their technology? Shouldn't those structures become a barrier for the winds? Wait, perhaps that is intentional! By Konats have they tamed the winds with their technology?

His mind boggling at the incredible possibilities that what Felaern was seeing were presenting to him something drew his attention away. With incredible force, for it was hard to ignore the flaring ki aura so much more powerful than anything Felaern had ever sensed before. The owner of that power was in fact within twenty meters of his position, and Felaern turned to the Earthling as he was shouted at by the man. "Hey knife ears! You got three seconds to tell me why you crashed landed here. I'm asking not only cause I'm an earthling and you wrecked my shop, but also cause I'm one of earth's defenders!"

The first thing that registered was the racial slur. It was a common enough insult to throw at a Konatsian given the length and structure of their ears, even those who had visited Konats sometimes used it towards the populace in a jovial manner, but most Konatsians hated the name. The next thing to register was the threat and question combination. It made Felaern gaze around the area they were at, noting the state of the storefront, the cracked glass, and finally he looked down at his feet to see the street itself had been split slightly, his impact apparently having caused all this damage. So there was little to do besides..

Throwing his hands up into the "I'm not a threat" position Felaern turned back to the Earthling and gave his response. "My apologies."

Yup. That was it. That was all Felaern had to say for himself, at least until he realized that some level of introduction might be in order to show further cooperation with a Defender of this planet. He would hope for the same courtesy from those who had done something similar back on Konats. "I am Felaern Blackmange. I come from Konats, seeking knowledge, not violence." Felaern would remain standing there facing the approaching Earthling, his arms still raised into the air.

Perhaps Netto might have noticed, but all this time Felaern had not given any sort of sign of alarm. Not at his landing, not at Netto's overwhelming power, not at the situation he now found himself in. In fact he seemed to maintain a level of friendly calm, like he was fully willing to just have a chat with Netto..

Felaern had mixed emotions about the words that Netto spoke. At first he was glad that the man hadn't meant his earlier insult. Anger drove people to many things, and no one was really immune to it, so a slip of the tongue was expectable. However when Netto claimed that he did not know of Konats Felaern was torn. On one hand it was a good thing that someone this far away from his planet didn't know of it; the less people who knew of a thing meant the less people who might try to act against it. Yet on the other hand Felaern had pride in his people and his planet, and it stung a bit that a Defender of Earth, who his own people had known of, would not know of Konats. However in the end it didn't really matter that much, and Fel kept silent, listening to the man introduce himself as Netto, and then give a demonstration of his abilities to Felaern.

That was strange, Felaern thought. Not the ability itself, that was actually a fairly convenient ability to have and many magicians often focused towards learning such a thing. No no the strange part was that Netto was telling Felaern about that ability. If their positions had been reversed Felaern certainly would not have done the same. A man suddenly appears in the sky through strange means (relative to the person in Netto's position) and falls to the ground, damaging some property, some public and some private. No, if Felaern had been in Netto's position he would have gladly arrested the man and brought them in for formal questioning.

"A convenient ability." Felaern responded with a nod of his head in acknowledgement. However he certainly wasn't going to tell the man about his own abilities, for many reasons. Yet Felaern was aware of the damage he had caused, and he knew that if he did not do something to amend it it would severely hamper his ability to move freely on this planet to gain information... and if he was to lend a hand in repairing the damage he had caused that would mean showing off just a bit of his own abilities as a mage. Perhaps a small spell would suffice?

The road would be the perfect subject for this. Kneeling on the spot, Fel placed a hand of his on the asphalt that made up the road he had smashed into earlier, and he moved his hand back and forth as if sensing something. For a long moment he did nothing, but then he gave a long slow exhale as he concentrated, speaking in a far more verbose fashion than before, although his voice had the tone of a teacher giving a lecture. "The earth exults at being shaped. To be shaped into something useful by those that came from it. Its spirit can be conversed with, and convinced to return to the form it was originally shaped into...as long as one supplies the energy.."

Netto would be able to clearly sense an exertion of force from Felaern, a burst of energy that would only measure perhaps a thousand "powerlevel" units, and the road would change. Oh there was no dramatic lighting or magical sparks flung in all directions, but there was certainly a change as the road morphed from its aged, abused, and partially broken status into a fresh and clean looking one. As if it were the very day the road had originally been paved and placed! And this phenomenon would not be limited to the road just surrounding Felaern, but would travel down the length of the road for several blocks, regardless of the condition of the road. The whole process would last only a few moments in all, but when it was finished there was a brand new pristine road for as far as the eye could see. Well, there were a few spots that lacked a portion of the road edge, most probably due to the fact that that portion of road had been completely removed from the rest of the road and couldn't form together with it.

"This should cover any expense to the city..." Felaern said without emotion as he stood straight, dusting the black dust off of his hands, looking at Netto once more to confirm his theory...

Following Netto into his shop Felaern would gaze curiously at everything on display, noting the amounts of herbs on shelves and in little preservative containers spread about the shop. Some were even of a kind he recognized for their medicinal use. Quite a variety really. Netto spoke about himself and his shop, then launched into a quick description of the main cities on Earth, but before that Felaern had to stop the man from placing a teabag into the cup of hot water he had been given. "Apologies. I do not eat or drink. Do not waste your herbs." Well that was a lie, technically. Because he could technically eat, but he didn't need to, and his way of absorbing food was through osmosis rather than having a digestive tract anyway. Simply placing food in his hand would allow Fel to absorb it.

Sitting back in the chair that he had been given Felaern silently pondered the man in front of him. He seemed far too trusting to be a proper defender of a planet, at least up front. Perhaps that tea that he had planned to serve Felaern contained a sleeping drug of some variety and serving Felaern tea was just a polite excuse to use this drug on him? If so Felaern naturally wouldn't hold it against the man, but for now he certainly wasn't going to just drink tea offered by the man.

Instead Felaern decided to try and continue the conversation, taking advantage of Netto's willingness to speak about Earth, "Your people...they are peaceful? Your power...intimidates."