The Plasma Spark Tower shone brightly onwards as its imitation of a sun for the Land of Light. Zero tread on with his back hunched over slightly as other youngsters of similar age yipped and yapped around their parents as they left the academy. He turned slightly towards them with his lonesome eyes peering in shame and despondence, not for the first time wondering about the status of his parents. Did he ever have parents? Where were they? What happened to them? Were they members of the Galactic Garrison, or of the observance team? Why was he placed with the orphanage? Was it due to his obvious mixed blooded appearance?
It was a matter of proving his worth and that his existence was not a waste of space that powered Zero on through the long days and years. He envied his fellow children, whether it was their lunches or the congratulations they received. He craved attention, for someone to see him and not sneer in disgust at his multi-coloration.
The warmth that the Plasma Spark emits kept him motivated. Zero had heard the stories regarding the artificial sun and their ancestors. If their sun had given their race the ability to evolve past humans, what more powers could the Plasma Spark hold. Did the all mighty Noa have anything to do with it? Zero was unsure, the timeline is uncertain in whether Noa was there before humanity developed Plasma Spark or perhaps had Noa been granted powers by it.
Zero wondered briefly if it was too selfish of him to plead, once again, with Noa for any signs of his belonging. Is he destined to be alone, Zero wished for a purpose to life.
Slightly picking up his pace, Zero hurried through the busy streets rushing to his part time job. The old man that manages the little repairs shop situated in Space Port was gracious enough for little orphaned Zero to offer room and board in exchange for his labor. As a youngster Ultra, Zero had the abilities to do more work than others, and he was grateful to have a roof over his head. It might have been loneliness or the lack of familiar caring he received as a child, but Zero has slightly begun to develop the personality traits of a tsundere. It was hard for him to express his emotions outwards, and he had the tendency to act haughty in front of others. He was like a hedgehog, all spikes for defense for Zero does not want to appear vulnerable to others. The old man probably counted as the first person ever in Zero's life that accepted him without questions and treated him nicely. Pushing open the sliding doors of the rundown repairs shop, Zeo headed towards the back with a slight nod of his head to the old man.
He spent the afternoon and evening inspecting and doing minor fixes to the objects lying around the back, and debated heavily against doing homework. It wasn't that he hated homework, okay, maybe a tiny part of his brain definitely refused the concepts of homework, but it wasn't like what they were teaching at the academy was anything hard. He practically aced everything, excepted the written exams. But hey, at least he made friends with the little kid that he encountered on his way to register for training at the Inter Galactic Defense Force headquarters.
"I'm Zett!, Ultraman Z!" Little puppy eyed Zett peered up at Zero, his diamond sparkled eyes glinted brightly with happiness. He tugged a red and silver colored ultra forward, "this is Mebius!" Zett exclaimed with enthusiasm. Mebius beamed at him and waved. These two had quickly become his best friends and he vowed to protect them with all his might. The old man, Zett, and Mebius was all that he cared for in his life. They gave him something to hold onto, and alleviate his sad existence.
Thinking of his friends reminded Zero that there was a training session coming up with the instructors from headquarters in one of the satellite meteors orbiting the planet. Zero couldn't wait for the training, and he tucked himself in his bed, once again wishing upon Noa.