Generations - The New Government

Stellan, The Decider

Stellan is a Namekian who has proven that in their lifespan, anything can be obtained through constant effort. Failure is bit an obstacle that has to be overcome through one's own abilities. A trained fighter, but more focused on energy, Stellan ascended through an old Namekian caste system and eventually became the Elder of the planet...but how?

Earlier in his life, Stellan had a habit of attracting the oddities of their lush world. Somehow, that extended past their own atmosphere. A pod crashed down on the planet where he trained alone. He made it a point to prioritize his own growth, and this enticed the newcomer that exited the pod. "Your fate is in your own hands, but so is the fate of others." These words would reign true throughout his life after this brief introduction. The visiting party was nameless, but dedicated to influencing the assumed future for a mostly docile race. Their wizardry dropped a veil of proclamity over Stellan's life, dooming him to free his race from the confines of nature. His training was interrupted by a ritualistic combo that left him bludgeoned and oozing on the ground.

When he came to, the assailant had fled...and his wounds were healed? So to speak. Stellan figured that returning to a group setting would ground him in his nature. He believed that meditating would restore his sense of who he was, but whenever he closed his eyes, he envisioned torn limbs, bodies without heads or pulled apart by sheer strength...his own people suffering a fate that wasn't their current situation. Stellan would fall motionless after being haunted by the images, damning him to long periods of awake-ness. It was strange that only after the wizard arrived that he started to experience the calamity of his thoughts....determining that to be the force of his misfortune.

"Don't let yourself go to waste all because you can't see through the destruction." Stellan was en route to Guardian Studies when he heard the voice in his head. "I've been watching you long enough to know that your ambitions can prevent that future you've been seeing....it isn't the only one." An M formed on his forehead as he rose from the ground, proceeding into the guardian temple. Stellan's power was skyrocketing as chaos played on repeat in his mind. Upon entrance, lightning crackled around him abnormally. Stellan was being driven inside the temple where he laid waste to a part of the council that stood against him. His actions lacked mercy and were proof that he'd changed in a way that would serve only him.

Stellan's voice was stripped away as his power faded away- his normal vision allowing him to witness one of the visions he'd hoped to have avoided. He'd torn through one of his own kind in his blinded frenzy against the Elder who was now raising up to address him. "Submit to him...and use the time you'll spend jailed...growing...learning...expanding your power & then you can protect your people from that certain doom." He grimaced at the telepathic message he received, but he couldn't submit to his situation. "Or make your own destiny...and theirs."

Stellan took the notion from the wizard and rested in the power that was bestowed upon him. It was his turn to decide the future for the rest of his world. He rose from the ground and the lightning crackled around him as he engaged the remaining lot of Namekian inside of the temple. He pummeled them, barbaric in action as he chose to not wipe away the blood from his face as he minimized them, leaving only the Elder left standing. "I don't want to hurt you....but this is the only way."

This is the story about how Stellan's effort preserved the Namekian race as their Elder...through a force in the beginning, he had no understanding of. His constant want for improvement brought the entire race of Namekian under his initially brutal reign. As time passed, he stomped on many thoughtful rebellions until his tyranny was understood as the decision to preserve all of the life that called Namek home.