In the mirky unknown of dead space... lied a remote moon orbiting a planet on the brink of destruction by the solar system's collapsing sun.
While the lifeforms remaining on that planet were set for a fiery end, the same couldn't be said by the small family of three residing on the orbiting moon. A father of human appearance and a rabid creature commonly referred to by species across the universe as... a space dinosaur.
Their real name, of course, was Ragnar.
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She was locked in restraints and kept under the control of the father through means of a mind-link device placed firmly on the monster's head. With it on, she was domicile and utterly obedient. The father mocked and slapped around the beast as he took one look down at a baby boy in his cage.
He had plans for the child...
Father: You will be the key tool to my revenge and the utter decimation of my people. I have no need for this pet. She's outlived her usefulness.
He kicked over the obedient Ragnar and raised his foot, ready to squash the head in.
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
The baby boy looked up at his father's face shaken in fear.
Father: No, it's too soon. It's too soon!
Immediately, he unhinged the restraints on the Ragnar and commanded it to defend and distract.
Father: I needed a couple more years...just a couple more years. Buy me some time. Do something!
The Ragnar responded and rushed out of the ship stationed on the moon. These beasts can survive in the vacuum of space because they are literally built different. However, all the father could see from his window was three figures tearing apart the Ragnar until there was nothing left.
The guts and blood just floated around in space. He acted quickly, unlocking escape pods for both him and the child.
Father: I'll detonate the ship remotely and use it to mask us. They won't detain me-
*CRASH*
A man with a buzz cut, bushy black mustache, and the tallest of the three figures, walked forward and into the house.
Two more petite figures followed behind and began to thrash the multitude of test tubes and such. The father threw the baby roughly in an escape pod as he placed himself firmly in the more comfortable one.
Father: Now that I think about it, perhaps I can just use you as my distraction! Perfect-
*CRUSH*
He didn't finish his sentence for the last time. One of the trio took his escape pod and crushed it, along with him, into a paste. the baby's escape pod fired out from the ship. But just as the other figures were going to fly and intercept it, the entire ship exploded.
