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Chapter One

Street Fighter

Three. Just plain three. That's the number of people I remember seeing when I first materialized. Two, I knew as my parents, and one I didn't recognize. The stranger was female and radiated a power that I would later recognize as an immortal power. I saw a cold beauty in her that made me uncomfortable in a bad way. Every day until was five hundred saeons old, she would come to my home and act as a second, albeit entitled, mother. Every few saeons, she would come by, and add some new component to my developing chassis.

"Jetollic fusion thrusters?" My mom exclaimed one time. "He's way too young for that! I know I bring him industrial level parts, but I'm his mother! And I know he likes to do things at his own pace!"

"You stress yourself too much," the second woman said. "Given his talent and stature, he'll either be a great asset to the forges or an even greater warrior." Conversations got heated after that, which is when my father, Speelsaîūm's King, Sydalpha Trion, would take me away to roam the glowing grasslands. There were three reasons for all of this going down the way it did.

First, my mother, Raenus Major was often away in search of new life and energy forms. More often than not, she would only find lost colony worlds, but she would always come back with some new material. She'd give it to me, and that's how I'd make my armor parts for later on in my life.

The second reason for this, I heard, was because the stranger wanted me to work with her down in the forges. I mean, sure I've always liked to make things, but if I want to make something, I'll make it my way.

The third reason for this is because I cried... a lot. However, I wasn't crying for the normal reasons. I could tell when something was wrong, and my crying was because I couldn't do anything to stop the impending doom I felt seeming to befall the planet.

Three. That's the number of phases it occurred in. Phase one: a feeling of certain dread. Phase two: the alarm (in this context, my cry is the alarm). Phase three: the runners come to vanquish the threat. The runners were awesome. Every time a threat came to the planet, they'd come rushing out, blades in hand, blasters blazing. Whenever I looked in the sky, I'd always enjoy seeing the various colors of the blasts and explosions the sky displayed whenever it lit up. I knew then, that I wanted to be a planetary defender. As I got older, I cried less and less, and the woman visited fewer times as she often couldn't find me. Every time I felt that Speelsaîūm was in trouble, I'd stand as close to the battle as I could before it got intense enough to vaporize me.

Like I said before, this went on until I was a five-hundred-saeon-old Cyboguerrian (half Guerrian, half Cybonian). By the time I reached five hundred, I was making my own battles. I wasn't even in a basic combat class. No sir. I was my own teacher. I learned all my combat skills on the streets, and I remembered them well. This was because I had a naturally good memory, and because of my mixed biology. Now be advised; this does not mean that I have terrible parents. It just means that I was trying to train myself in the best way I saw fit. Every time I saw someone who looked like they might give me a good battle, I would challenge them and fight them until one of us was down. If I lost, I would remember my mistakes and challenge that same person again until I finally beat them. A few times, people turned down my challenges just because of my skill level. It was because of this that I became fairly known around my planet. The only reason I didn't get in trouble is because the people I challenged knew I meant no harm, and because my parents were often away at their jobs. Everything looked like it was going well, but my life began to fall apart when they came.

That familiar feeling of impending doom returned and I knew Speelsaîūm was in trouble. I was just about to go find my father Sydalpha Trion who, in addition to being the planet's king, was one of the members on the Council of Three (or Tey'cosie'Tri), which is where serious matters are discussed, when a dark figure dropped in front of me. He radiated an aura of purple darkness. His eyes were a murderous shade of purple, and his hair pulsated from black to indigo to violet. Had I not any practice fights, I probably would have run. But that wasn't the case. I steadied myself, clenched my fists, and flew at him.