3 Years After Cell's Death
Rayne awoke in a prison Cell, a sight he had become all too familiar with once he had become a nomadic spirit. 2 and a half years He was imprisoned here, but that was about to change. He stood up and looked around, seeing creatures that he had become all too familiar with. This time, though, the elderly creature, the wisest of the group, had grim news. "Oh poor soul from a distant land, today marks the day of death!" Rayne rubbed his head and stood up. "What Does that mean?" The elderly creature motioned for him to come forward and look out of the cell bars. What Rayne saw was immoral. Groups of prisoners were being executed without a second thought, and it was soon going to be Rayne's group's turn. "What? How can they do this? It's not right!" He elderly creature sighed and walked back to the middle of the room. "I'm afraid that this is the way the monarchy is run on Fuschoria." Rayne was visibly upset by this, and vowed to make it right, by staging a prison breakout.
Rayne charged up what small energy he could and blasted off the cell door, the cellmates he had rushing out and trampling the guards, while others released the rest of the prisoners and stormed the main gates. Rayne hobbled through the halls of the prison before he was caught by the monarch known as Yjorgans. He gave a valiant effort, but in the end he was barely able to escape with his life, since he was fitted internally with a power limiter when he arrived, not allowing him to use his full power, but rather an atomically small fraction of it. He hobbled throughout the halls for a little longer before he made it outside of the prison, meeting up with a strong Fuschorian he had staged this with. "Ah, yes! Today is the day we Fuschorians are set free! No longer shall we be chained with imprisonment!" Rayne laughed and followed the creature to pods everyone were using to escape the planet. Sadly, only Rayne's worked, and the rest were massacred on Fuschoria.
Rayne and the Fuschorian named Irganese reflected on the Two and a half years that they had spent in the prison, while Rayne reflected more on Irganese's race as a whole. A weird bunch they were. The smallest they were were about 7 feet tall, and 250 pounds, while the largest they could become was 15 feet tall, and roughly 500 pounds. Any weight they accumulated was immediately transferred into muscle, and they all either had no hair, or little Amounts of hair. Their skin colours ranged from pitch black to bold red, and everything in between. Their sclera were green, and their pupils can be any colour from the damn rainbow.
Now, Irganese specifically was a peculiar Fuschorian, as he was only about Rayne's height, being roughly 5 feet and 11 inches, and weighed only about 180 pounds. His skin was a dark purple, and his pupils were also this shade of purple. He had about the same amount of hair that Rayne had, albeit a different style to it. Most importantly, his Scleras were not green, but mostly red. To most races, the defining feature of a Fuschorian is their height and Sclera, but Irganese had neither, so he was mainly outcasted by his fellow Fuschorians. That's when Rayne's thought was interrupted by Irganese.
"Hey, Rayne. Where are we going to go now? My planet is going to be destroyed! We can't just let Yjorgans destroy it!" Rayne held out his hand, almost as to silence the man. "Listen, we must plan first. This cannot stand, for I know what it's like to have things you love taken away from you. But first, we must go to a place called Earth and remove this power limiter. I can help you myself from there." Irganese seemed a bit skeptical of this, since he isn't exactly trusting of anyone other than Rayne. "Are you sure about this? I mean, we can't really rely on anyone but ourselves, can we?" Rayne smirked and sat back in his chair, staring off through the window in the pod.
"Well, kid, I believed the same thing. For fifty long years, I had been a hunter, tracking down the deadliest space emperor ever known to this universe, named Frieza. I trusted no one, and made no friends. The only thing I did was pretend, I acted friendly towards those I wanted help from, then I would cast them away like scraps until I moved onto the next group. This repeated until I tracked down Frieza to a place called Namek. Even in the moments leading up to Frieza's downfall on that planet, the group I met there I had planned on using, but something inside of me conflicted, and it didn't turn out that way. Next thing you know, I'm on Earth and helping a group of fighters defeat a 'Perfect' enemy. I did, and now I'm a nomad, happening to have ended up on your planet. You see, things never turn out the way you expect them to, I'd always keep that in mind if I were you."
Irganese looked at Rayne with wonderment, before looking out the window as well. "That's a powerful story Rayne, and I'm sure that things won't end badly for me." Rayne chuckled and leaned back, preparing to sleep. "You may be right, you may not be. Who knows? Now let's rest, it'll be a long time before we arrive at Earth." And with that, they slept until they arrived at Earth.
