The first planet I shall tell you about is Plutonar. It is a cold and desolate place. An icy desert, supporting Barely any life at all. It is used as a prison to hold men and women who have done horrible crimes. Nobody can escape or survive on this harsh planet. Many convicts die. Nobody lives. It is a sad and barren planet.

Some wars took place here. Many men died and the rest were frozen. It is an icy doom. The temperature can go below 32,000 degrees. That is why there is no life there. Little life that has ever been recorded. But records can sometimes be very wrong.

All alone, in what appears to be a regular snow cave, there lives someone that no one has ever heard of on this planet before.

Long before any living person in the universe could remember, there was a guild created, a Council of Ten. They were wise, knowledgeable of old lore and almost every other matter. Living in the highest tower, in the very center of the core planet, they remained isolated from the rest of the galaxy. Many people would come to this part of the planet to talk to the Council of their problems, and the Council would tell them how to deal with the same. However this option of approaching a group of men so old and wise was not open to every person in the galaxy. In order to be permitted into their living space, a most serious problem had to avail them.

For now, let's talk about that seemingly regular cave, and go into the gloom that covered the cavernous entrance to the cave, past that darkness, past the stalagmites, past the stalactites, and all the icy tunnels, there seems to be a light. A white light, blinding all who look upon it, at least until the eyes that look upon it would get used to it. The light was shooting out from a circular room. A huge room, with ornaments hung up all around the wall that surrounded the room. They appeared to be trophies, and war medals that had been achieved years ago. The light seemed to be coming from everywhere and everything at once. It seemed to be coming from the very air, itself. Through the light one could see tunnels leading out of the room in every which direction. Leading to unknows passages of unknown destinations.

Light is briliant everywhere, but in the center of the room, the light seems to be concentrated. On the floor in the center of the room one could see the figure of a man sitting crosslegged on the floor. His back is perfectly straight, his legs are in equal and perfect position. He breaths deeply inward and then outward. He is clad in what looks like armor, and yet looks like cloth. A mysterious clothing made of an unknown material and source. The light, which now seems to be a representation of his power reflects off his silvery hair that lightly brushes his shoulders. Around his perfectly still body are boulders the size of half a man. Eight to be exact. His arms rest across his knees, letting his hands dangle off them. Once again he breaths, his eyes are closed. He breaths even deeper than before. Judging by his stern face, which seems to have been smoothly cut out of stone, one might say that he looks as if he is remembering something. Perhaps remembering his past. He remembers. He remembers...before he was here...

"Well, if it isn't Homstar Tetra!" Homstar turned swiftly from studying his star-charts to see a familiar face. Before him stood a man with a huge smile, brown hair, and the soft features of a young boy. He looked to be no older than 21 years, and was wearing the standard uniform of his division of the Core Planet, Courusnath's, army. Hard white armor made of clasunor, the most durable, and yet most flexible material in this system. It was plain white except for around the shoulders and neck, where there were three markings. They were black, indicating that he was certainly of a higher rank than his colleagues. He was a captain. Part of the reason that Homstar noticed these markings was because he wore them himself, having risen in the ranks rather quickly, due to his superior combat and strategic skills.

"Kurtis Grantma!" Homstar answered happily. "It's wonderful to see you!" They both rushed forward to greet each other in a fierce hug, barely noticing the inquisitive stares from the people in their command who were walking past them on the busy ship bridge. Homstar stood for another moment, embracing his long lost friend, and then he remembered his rank. Both Homstar, and Kurtis broke free of the hug, but neither of their smiles. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the second division!" Homstar said.
"I did, but then decided: What's a division between friends?"
Homstar laughed momentarily, but ceased to do so when he saw further into what Kurtis was saying..
"Kurtis…command allowed you to transfer just because of our friendship?"
It took the other man a moment before he responded, looking away nervously. "Homstar, there's something else…." He looked back up, opened his mouth as if to speak, and closed it again, smiling. "It's alright, I'll tell you later…for now, I'm just happy to see you."
"And I as well!"