The town was in bustle. Everyone was rushing about, heading off to work or school. Sitting on the edge of a building, Kly gazed down at them. A gust of wind sent a newspaper flying through the air. Kly reached out and snatched it. Unfolding it, he read the headline: "Mysterious Hero Saves Young Girl." In frustration, Kly wadded the paper up and threw it off the building.

"I don't understand these people. Do one good deed, and your branded as some sort of hero." Kly stared up at the sky. "I'm no hero. I....I'm a murderer." He closed his eyes. "Mom. Sis. I'm sorry. I really messed up. I know there's no excuse for what I did. I'm.." ...that love would all save us. "....Father. I know that I've failed you, Dad. I'm sorry." Kly took in a deep breath and sighed. "I just wish that I could.....that I could..."

Kly turned and looked around the scenery. "Maybe I should. Maybe I could be their protector. Maybe I need to let go?" His mind returned to that horrific explosion. "No. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to reside in a place like this. These people are all so....so good. I don't belong here. If they need a hero, then they're going to have find someone else. That's not me." Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the air. Kly spun around to see flashes of light in the distance. "Isn't that City Hall?" Kly focused, trying to sense what was going on. "It's.....the empire. Empirial soldiers are her." Without hesitation, Kly took off.

"Stop!! Please, stop." The man was kicked again by the soldier.

"Are you ready to sign, yet?" The recruit snickered.

"Please, can't you just leave us be? What would the empire want with our planet?" The recruit knocked him to the ground again.

"It won't do you any good to resist." A much taller man approached from behind. "Just sign the treaty, and no harm will come to you." The officer raised his hand. "Otherwise...."

"That's enough!!!" Everyone turned to see Kly. "Let them go."

"Who's this guy?" Another of the recruits asked.

"Let's waste him!" A third suggested.

"Now, calm down." The officer walked up, running his hand through his short, red hair. "He doesn't seem to be a threat."

"Kly." The man got up off the ground. "It's Kly. Oh, thank goodness."

"Kly?" The officer stroked his chin. "That name sounds familiar."

"What's going on?" Kly asked.

"We were just having some negotiations with the mayor here. It seems he isn't willing to join with the empire."

"I don't blame him. Everyone knows you're all just a bunch dictators."

"Oh, really." The officer smiled. "Destroy him."

The three recruits took off flying at Kly. He stood motionless, waiting for them. They all struck at once, but none landed a blow. Two of them turned around, to see the third with Kly's fist planted in his jaw.

"What the....Get 'em!!!!" The two fired energy blasts through the air, each exploding on impact. The smoke cleared, and Kly stood unscaved. "But....how?" Kly grabbed the recruit by the hair and threw him at the other two. They jumped out of the way as their buddy crashed into a car. Turning about, one was met by Kly's foot. Kly turned in mid-air, and delivered another kick to the other one. Both of them dropped to the ground.

"Hmmmmm....so you've got some moves." The officer began towards Kly. "Let's see how you handle this!" He flung a ball of energy towards Kly. With a simple flick of his wrist, Kly swatted the blast back at him. The officer shieled himself with his arms as his own blast burst. He looked up, seeing Kly stare back at him with a nonchalant expression on his face. "You....I'll get you!!!" The officer charged head on at Kly, who lept high into the air. "Errr!!!" The officer flew up after him. They met in the air, hovering above the city. "Who do you think you are?"

Kly smiled. "Come and find out." He charged at Kly, throwing incredibly fast punches. With seemingly no effort, Kly dodged every blow.

"Hold still!" The man took a punch from Kly right on the nose. "Ahhh!!!"

"Is that all of you've got? Some officer."

"That's it!!!!" The man powered up, surrounding himself with his energy field. He attacked relentlessly, throwing brutal punches and kicks. With only one hand, Kly blocked all the attacks. The man rose into the air, but Kly flew even higher. The officer unleashed a frenzy of energy blasts, as Kly darted in different directions to evade them. The officer flew head on at Kly, powering up a massive punch. With all his strength, he swung his fist, and Kly caught it. "How did you do that? How could you be so..." He looked into his eyes. "It's....it's you." The officer jumped back. "You're him. You're Kly Drogan. The empire's youngest officer. Now I remember." He back away slowly, then smiled. "Yes, that's right. You quit right after becoming an officer. You ran away." Kly's eyebrows jut down in anger. "What happened, Kly? You left after destroying that planet. We all heard about it. How you killed your own family. What's wrong? Too weak to handle it." Kly grit his teeth. "You aren't good enough to be an officer. You don't have what it takes!!" He flew at Kly, landing a punch. The officer unleashed punches and kicks, each one finding their mark. He grabbed Kly by the hair, held his head down, and gathered energy into his other hand. "You don't deserve that kind of power!!!"

All of a sudden, Kly's power erupted, knocking the officer back. His body glowed as the energy field around him grew stronger. "How dare you speak of what you don't know!!!" Kly clenched his fist, and lightning seemed to surge though his hand.

"Incredible." The man uttered, as Kly fired an awesome blast at him. "AHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed as the blast tore him apart. Kly began to calm as he lowered his power level. He hovered back down to the ground. There, the people had gathered. The were silent for a moment, then a monstrous clapping could be heard. They were all cheering and applauding.

"What?" Kly looked around in amazement. Without even thinking about it, Kly had commited another noble act. And now, they were cheering him on. "What is this feeling? What am I getting from these people?" Kly wondered as the townspeople began chanting his name. But how can that be? "Is it.....love?"

"Commander Xeron, there is news from Shorus."

"Have they signed our treaty?"

"No, sir. Quite the contrary."

"What do you mean?"

"Our squad has been....defeated."

"Defeated!? How?"

"One of the recruits survived and got back to the ship. He reports that a single man was able to easily destroy our men."

"Do we know who it was?"

"Yes, sir. It seems it was....."

"Yes?"

"....a young man named....Kly Drogan."

Xeron stood and walked over to the glass wall, gazing out into space. "Kly Drogan. So, he is still alive. Astounding."

"What should we do, sir?"

"......Summon Captain Jerim. He and myself will go."