Galacta Knight is said to be the most powerful warrior in the galaxy.

Having known him for years I could agree with this claim.

Before, He went by another name.

His battle style very different.

In fact, he only changed his name due to the tradition related to his changes

Galactic Knight

Somehow, everyone mistook it for Galactic for Galacta.

He accepted this, he did not see it as remotely bothersome.

Overtime, he began to part from others.

Once we started to lose our allies to the ongoing conflict he worsened.

Soon, it was only me he kept contact with.

As time went by, he became even stronger…

People's fear of him increased along his strenght.

Then, he started to be hunt down, after this he cut communication from everyone.

I tried to reason with them to stop

He was our hero after all

But they never listened to me…

As they continued,

He became cold and apathetic

I couldn't recognize him anymore

They kept chasing after him, time and again all over until he was eventually captured.

Once this happened he did not fight back as not to harm those he'd sworn to protect.

He was transported away and imprisoned in icy crystals.

Taken to the wish granting comet he was sent to a universal pocket out of time and space

Where time seems frozen.

At last they had gotten what they wished for.

When our land was attacked, reached by an ongoing conflict from a far corner of the universe

They asked me to help them.

I refused, partly as there was nothing I could do on my own.

A war spread across the galaxy that same year

I stayed aside as they begged for a hero

They had one and chased him away.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left with what was left of my battleship.

They weren't able to save themselves.

Many years later, I joined the Galaxy Soldier Army…

But I would never forget

That my very last living friend is frozen somewhere

By now, probably not himself anymore, as he is still conscious I'm sure

For he is too strong to be ended by something like that…

After centuries still alive, while others fade away much too soon.

Our kind is often exposed to such destiny.

I still look for him.

HOPING

Hoping, I do not find him too late

And still have the chance to help him.

See if there's something left of that good-natured, selfless, friendly creature

That who loved sweet treats and sleeping

And instead of the cold-hearted and fearsome Galacta Knight…

See if I could talk with my good friend once again.

That dear friend who carried the stars in his very eyes.