Disclaimer: Except for the part about the Green Lanterns this is currently all-original. Wow, go me.

"Well, first thing's first." Cryos said. "Let's see what you've got. Come at me."

"What!?" Traitin asked.

"Attack me. Don't worry, you couldn't hurt me if you wanted to."

Traitin stood up slowly and then took a swing at Cryos with his retractable claws. But the alien warrior vanished at the last moment.

"Huh?" Traitin mumbled and turned to look around for Cryos.

Cryos suddenly appeared before him. "No, much too slow, that won't do at all."

Traitin attacked again. This time Cryos blocked with one hand and then backhanded the Felon across the small room.

He landed in the pile of rags in the corner. A small sound came from directly above his head and he looked up to see Mazzark clapping his little hands. His eyes seemed to be laughing, despite his being mute.

Traitin growled and leapt to his feet. He dashed at Cryos and slashed repeatedly. Each time swinging harder than the last as his anger pushed him on. Cryos stayed one move ahead of him though, easily dodging every blow.

At least, he did until Traitin kicked a rock across the ground at his feet. Cryos sidestepped to avoid it but ended up walking into Traitin's claw swipe. He looked up with a little surprise and four red lines on his face.

Cryos smiled and the scratches vanished. "Good job, you used your anger but didn't let it control you. To top it off, you have a lot of potential power-wise."

"Does that mean I'm a really good fighter?"

"I've trained a lot worse. Ok, for right now, the most important thing is to find your power. I made this mistake too many times before in training, it does no good to be a good fighter if you can't put enough power behind your punches to be worth it. Adding in some energy-based attacks would be a good idea too. I've seen feline-type fighters before that could slice most people into chunks from a pretty good distance."

"Wow!" Traitin had never thought that kind of thing was possible. "How do I do that?"

"Meditation and lots and lots of practice. Sorry there's not an easier way, not if you want to use your power properly anyway."

"Meditation?" Traitin asked. He knew what it was, but he'd never done it before.

"Yes, you need to focus on bringing out your energy, so you can use it to make energy blasts, cutting weapons, fly, and exedra."

"FLY?"

"Of course, how do you think I get from one planet to the next?"

"I assumed you had a ship of some kind…"

"Oh, that's right, you didn't know about that." Cryos appeared to be gathering his thoughts. "I am a hybrid, my father was half Sayian and half Human, and my mother was half Sayian and half Ice-Jin. Sayians and Ice-Jins are very powerful, Sayians have more raw power and Ice-Jins have many other interesting abilities, such as the ability to exist without air. Humans, while being pitifully weak in comparison to the other two, have much more powerful emotions and hormones that push my power far beyond anything that I could hope to achieve otherwise."

"How powerful are you?" Traitin asked, a little shakily.

Cryos thought for a moment. "Let's put it this way, if I wanted to take over this galaxy, I could wipe out every army, destroy every capital city, build myself a capital world to rule from, and destroy any stars that block my view or whatever I wanted to see. And it would all take place in a matter of days, weeks at most. I know that I am by far the most powerful being in this galaxy, most likely this entire universe and I am at least one of the top ten strongest in the Multiverse, probably the top three, depending on if my daughter has been training hard or not these last ten years."

Traitin backed away a little before asking "Multiverse? Isn't that that thing those scientists were working on downtown?"

"Very good, that's actually why I'm here. About ten years back, I fought this dark Jedi planning on using the Force, some kind sentient of all-powerful cosmic force, to wipe out all life in that particular universe. I managed to kill him, but he had become so powerful by that point that the only way to do it was to actually fly him into the black hole he had been using to mask his presence from us. In the end, even that was only partly successful since his spirit escaped his body and left me to drag an empty shell into the black hole."

"What's it like in a black hole?"

"Honestly, I don't remember much except pain, and lots of it, until I woke up in this universe. I had no memories and was drifting naked in space. I made it to a planet where I found Mazzark, his people helped me. Eventually I regained my memories and set out looking for a way back. Which is why I am here. Very soon, I plan to go to that lab downtown and use their portal generator to try to get back."

"But how do you know you'll end up in the right place?" Traitin asked.

"Honestly, I don't. I think I remember the signal signature for the universe I want, but my memory is still a little bit patchy. So I'm going to try and, worst case scenario, I end up in the wrong place. At least I'll have tried."

Cryos headed over to the old, beat up refrigerator. "The other thing you should know about Sayians, we eat a lot." He turned from the fridge with a plate heaping over with food. There were several chizpans, (bird-like edible creatures who's flavor was often compared to everything) bowels of cold soup, a large salad, and a pile of steaks. "I know, its only a small snack, but its rather tough to get without money and when you can't show your face in daylight."

"A snack!?" Traitin demanded. "That could feed a family of four for a week!"

"Good, then you wont eat much. Take what you can now cause there aren't going to be leftovers. Mazzark, catch." He grabbed an orange fruit from the tray and tossed it into the air. Mazzark zipped by in a green blur, snatched it and landed on the rag pile.

The tiny alien stabbed his pointed nose into the fruit and within moments it began to wither. In less than a minute, the fruit was reduced to a dry brown lump. Mazzark sat back on the rags, satisfied.

"I thought he wasn't getting dinner?"

"Eh, I need him and he has a high metabolism. He does do a good job guarding the place. Now take whatever you're gonna eat, cause I'm hungry."

Traitin grabbed a bowel of soup and a steak and sat back on the couch, and then Cryos dug in. Traitin had never seen anyone eat like that. Cryos dug through the food like an army of starving men. Traitin actually had to duck under a flying chizpan bone. Eventually the food was gone and Traitin had barely worked his way through his soup. "Are you gonna eat that?" Cryos asked, pointing at the last steak.

Traitin shook his head meekly and handed it over. Cryos ate it in one bite and tossed the bone on the plate with the rest. He sat in the chair looking better but not satisfied.

"I can't wait to get back to Corosant, since I saved them so many times, they feed me as much as I want. I normally eat about three times this much, more if I'm going into battle."

Traitin finished his soup and asked, "So how do I start meditating?"

"Focus on your strength, your inner core of power. When you can pull it to the surface, like this," he held up his hands a few inches apart, "we'll be ready to move on." The air between Cryos's hands began to glow.

"Ok," Cryos's hands stopped glowing and he jumped over to the pile of rags. "You can have the couch when you're done meditating, don't stay up too late. Oh, and Mazzark?" The little creature looked up at him. "Traitin is not to leave. Knock him out if you have to but do not let him go. Sorry, Traitin, but that's just how it is."