Graviton and the Space Pirates

1- Strange New World

Opening his eyes, Onyx looked around. The sky was dark blue, just like on Earth, however, the clouds were a bright pink color, and the sun seemed to glow a weird blueish. The most prominent thing he observed was how close the planet's moon was. It was massive. It loomed over the planet, occasionally drifting past the sun, causing a short eclipse.

Feeling around, he noticed the terrain he laid on felt strange. Sitting up, he dug his hand through the malleable ground and lifted it, letting the red sand he had picked up sift through the openings between his fingers. Tilting his hand to the side, he allowed the rest of the sand to fall out.

"Strange," he'd say, brushing his hands off on his suit.

Looking around, he would see nothing for miles. All he could see within close distance were large plants with long, fiber-like strands that stuck up in the middle. Stumbling towards one, Onyx ripped out the fibers from the plants and attempted to eat them, finding they had quite an interesting taste.

As he finished snacking on the fibers, he soon realized the heat the vast desert was giving off. So, to keep himself cool and prevent heat exhaustion or heat stroke, he began taking off the skin-tight suit he wore during his fight with Freight-Tale, The Blinding Light, and his sister. Eventually, he would strip down to nothing on his chest, exposing his muscular physique.

Looking at the shirt that lay in the sand, he'd take another look at the fibrous plant and hatched up an idea. Taking multiple strands of the plant, he proceeded to tie them together to create a rope-like material, allowing him to possibly tie his shirt onto him and carry it with him easily as he searched for some sort of settlement. And so, as he soon found out his idea worked, Graviton took the shirt, tied it all up, and slung it over his shoulder, beginning his journey.

Stumbling through the desert, he could see bits and pieces of rock, a strange anomaly compared to what types of terrain he was seeing around him. That could only mean that the rock did not belong to this planet. But, he eventually forgot about that as he walked past it all, and kept making his way through the expansive desert, praying that he'll soon find some form of shelter. After around what felt like hours of walking, he would eventually come across a moderate-sized town.

The building's architecture was strange. It seemed the residents of this strange new world had taken the sand, and somehow hardened it, allowing them to create a sort of concrete. But he wasn't paying attention to it much. As he wandered inside, the many residents began to question who this man was. All of them were unsure like they had never seen a Rockatrayen before.

Eventually, he'd lay his eyes on a building that seemed to be the sort of place you'd go to for drinks. Although the sign on top was written in a language he couldn't understand, he decided to take a chance and made his way over. Dropping his stuff in front of the building, Onyx swung open the double doors that easily opened for him, and looked around. Inside, there were a few good people.

A man with spikes along the ridge of his back, grey skin, and one eye stood behind the bar itself. He had two large hands, both with large claws. Sitting at the bar was a woman-like alien with three large green eyes, silky blue hair, and metal-like skin. And as Onyx looked around more, the more diverse the bar seemed to be. Walking towards the bar, Onyx slammed his fist down on the metal top.

"W-w-water... I need... water," he mumbled, sounding out of breath and weak. However, when the bartender responded to Onyx, he wasn't speaking any language he could understand. "What? I-I'm sorry I don't think I understand you," Onyx informed, trying to see if the alien knew what he was saying. But unfortunately, he still had no idea what was being said.

After around a few minutes of bickering, a tall, white-skinned man with four arms approached him. Turning to look at him, Onyx began backing up, however, it would prove fruitless, as the four-armed man grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled out a small gun-shaped device with a needle on the end. Inserting it into his neck, Onyx would wince in pain as the sounds of unintelligible bickering slowly became understandable.