It is common knowledge that in a battle between two strong Saiyans, those with smaller or expertly suppressed power levels can slip by them unnoticed. The planet of Mobius had become a battleground between Joe Slater, formerly the tyrant Saiyan Tycho from the planet Vegeta, and Prince Tarble, the current tyrant Saiyan from the planet Vegeta. Along with King Sonic, Prince Manic, and bodyguard Lara-Su, the power struggle against the corrupt Saiyan was fierce.
Nobody noticed another space capsule descend from the heavens.
This capsule crashed down into the old area of Robotropolis, in an admittedly un-patrolled area. This particular section of the Robotnik empire went largely unnoticed because of the uneven terrain and the large amount of rubble and ruins that made hunting for resistance nearly impossible by the guard robots. There was enough hiding spots and cover for a group of resistance to hide out and live indefinitely, and enough protection that even dropping a series of bombs would only serve to destroy more of the city and give the resistance more ground to roam. This is why Robotnik had given up on it.
The dust from the capsule's landing cleared, yet the door remained shut. The occupant inside was waiting for something; some kind of sign, a reason to leave the capsule. Perhaps waiting for a crowd to gather? No, he wasn't one to want to make a flashy appearance. No, the sole occupant was reading the power levels of the current fight, and making sure that he could stay away from it.
You heard right. This particular Saiyan preferred not to fight.
That isn't to say that he couldn't fight. On his planet, he was one of the top fighters, often dispatching some of the strongest warriors with a simple throw or a hold. This fighter had traversed the universe, seeking out skilled fighters on planets in order to learn from them.
His last stop had been a small blue planet called Earth. Once there, he had been able to seek out a Shinobi warrior named Ryu Hayabusa, and had learned an art called Ninjutsu. This art allowed him to mask his presence so much that even if he was standing right in front of someone, if they weren't looking at him, they'd have no idea he was there.
Imagine his surprise to learn that Saiyans were on Earth. He had been able to convince one of them to teach him some of his techniques, after watching the Saiyan fight and seeing some rather incredible moves being used by him, such as the ability to disappear from one spot and reappear almost instantaneously simply by placing one's fingers to one's forehead.
He was also able to learn how to channel his Ki, both for flying and projectile firing, a feat he had been unable to master on his homeworld.
With a small hiss, the door of the capsule opened, and a hand thrust out and gripped the side of the opening. The hand featured a white, cut-off glove that extended halfway down the forearm. The skin was pale, but healthy upon the warrior. A second hand grabbed the opposite side of the capsule, gloved in the same way, and the two hands strained to pull the warrior from his perch.
With a grunt, the warrior stepped forth from his capsule. He looked well-built, standing a bit over six feet tall, with a scarred face, and a black tail that waved back and forth instead of staying around his waist like most Saiyans. Over Earth military style shaved black hair, the Saiyan worse a black bandanna, tied into a knot, with the two ends trailing down behind him and resting on his shoulders. His eyes were clear blue, and he extended an aura of friendliness, rather than one of cruelty.
He wore a white undershirt that partially covered his shoulders, and a black, V-cut t-shirt over that. His pants were loose, cotton cloth, in a strange pattern of blue, gray, and black, and tucked into black and white boots. A black cloth, knotted, served as a satisfactory belt, and completed the Saiyan's outfit.
Archis had arrived on Mobius.