Navris.
My world. I come from a planet called Navris.
The newborn Tekno-Warlord's eyes opened, and he beheld the new body that the teknopod had given him. It was still his own body, of course, but the changes that had been made by the pod made it seem like a wholly new one. Right away, he noticed that he was more muscular than his previous incarnation.
He had given up his greatest advantage in one-on-one combat: the fact that most of his opponents would underestimate him, since he had appeared to be nothing more than arms and legs, slender ones at that. This body was not meant to conceal his strength, rather it was meant to warn those who challenged him that he was not one to be taken lightly.
He could feel more energy gathering inside the pod, and he knew that this energy would be used to improve his Tekno-armor. He let the pod activate his transformation. Once he was in his transformed state, he could feel his armor growing and reforming.
While his armor was reformatted, he decided to investigate his newly recovered memories…
Daquin Delna. Ivera Shelith. Hyvrin Marave. Jounashi Marave. My best friend. My mother. My older brother. My father.
I was once called Drathis… Yes, Drathis Marave.
He chuckled to himself. It was an interesting name. And he also remembered what he had been… back on Navris: a Seer. But not just any kind of Seer, oh no, he was a Seer that no one had ever believed. Until that fateful day, the day that the Radam had come to Navris. Only Daquin had stood by him after that day, warning him to get out of Chelna before he was killed by those that believed the invasion was somehow his fault.
Chelna. The city where I grew up. He thought it was rather ironic, since that was the first city that Omega and his forces had attacked. Chelna, rather than Atukama, Mieara, or Rathenra, which after all was the capital city.
He chuckled again, knowing now that Omega had known that the people of Chelna, at least most of them, had wanted to kill him. All except for Daquin, of course, and Omega had personally spared his life. Thanking him for protecting his "little warrior" before knocking him unconscious and throwing him to the teknopods.
At the time, he had wondered why Omega hadn't simply killed the blue-haired Navarian, or thrown him to the teknopods the moment Daquin had seen them. Omega had said something rather enigmatic then, about him knowing that when the time was right. Back then, he had tried to put the incident out of his mind, and now he knew what Omega had meant when he had said that.
Shaika. Daquin became Teknoman Shaika. He knew that beyond and shadow of doubt. First off, Daquin and Shaika had both been friends of his, and they looked too much alike to be anyone else. And he now knew for a fact that Daquin had been an only child.
I'm going to need a new name, he thought to himself with a slight smile. He couldn't just keep referring to himself in the third person, and he was no longer Teknoman Darkblade. That had been the name of a Hunter Teknoman, and he was no longer simply a Teknoman, Hunter or otherwise.
He closed his eyes, partly to concentrate, and partly because he was quickly becoming bored of looking at his rock and dirt surroundings. He looked through his mind, sifting through his past to find the name that would suit what he now was. He was darkness personified, now and forever.
Yes, darkness. I am the Dark One. I am… Darkon.
Darkon smiled, that name suited him just fine.