Adrift in the floating seas of snow and glaciers of planet Icer, there was a lone egg that set itself apart from the rest of the world.
The world was dark, frozen solid. Nothing could be seen, and all that could be felt was the winter's spite. It felt very enclosed, claustrophobic. So much so that it brought the constant need to move, struggle against the darkness. And, when force was applied to the darkness it began to push back, but it wasn't pushing back. This was the first struggle of the young alien, set to wander on his alien planet. He pushed, harder and harder till his muscles grew weak, exhausted. Each and every second of consciousness he spent pushing into the darkness. Until from the sheer will of the hatch-ling, the darkness began to crack. He could see a whole new world to explore from inside the shell that he had know for all of his existence. The cold wind blew against the moist, leathery skin. It felt as if something was biting every single portion, though the bites were small, to small to count out. This was the first relocation of his cold existence, it seemed to have an effect on his later life, reflecting on the bitterness of his birth, and the following events that would unfold.
His small, fragile arm broke through the crack and grasped up into the snow filled air. It took him only minutes to began shaking himself out of the captivity. The egg itself tipped over as he tried to free the rest of his body, planting the cracked surface back down into the snow. For some reason all of this truly stuck into his mind, the first, and perhaps the only struggles he would ever face. After breaking free of the shell he looked up into the sky, filled with a continuous sea of clouds and falling white objects. It caught him for a moment, drawing his attention for hours and hours. It was rather that he didn't know what to do now. He had just escaped the darkness that he had known for the first year of his life. Rather, he awoke into a world of nothing. It took him several hours before the cold began to get to him and drew his attention away from the sky. Though, he still thought of it as beautiful. The little, barely developed eyes looked around in a circular motion, taking in the landscape. It was filled with nothing but snow and snow and snow, as far as he could see. He could not even remember any given object that stuck out in the distance, just an endless line of white that carried on into the horizon. It was then that his instincts began to kick in, telling him to move on rather than stay still and wait for something to happen. With this in his mind he began to move off into this white hell.
It was not far in his travels before he began to come across things other then just the white sea. Things such as shadows in this distance, not the kind of things you would expect your first memories of life were to be. At least, he thought it was life. Looking to the distance like it was his parents standing there waiting for him, truly still ignorant of the world around him. But after months and months of wandering, it became uncertain to him what just was going to happen to him. He even began to ask into the distance, in some sort of patched up form of speech. "Where should I go?" And then it caught him, the striking of light in the distance. It came from far behind the mountain, but he could see it. The light itself seemed like a bright star that broke the horizon of his little mind, and drove him to search for it, though it would take months of walking before he would even begin to realize what the light itself was. The planet was so vast and he was so small there wasn't very much he could do but wander on and on, occasionally falling over into a sleep, though most of the times he awoke it was in a daze and caused him to change direction or stick onto another distant object.
After one of his occasional collapses he was awoke by a loud strike. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, rather he ran to it. It was something that most children would have never done, to run straight into the unknown. His little figure leaped up atop of a loud mound of snow, just enough to get a glance of two beings. They were throwing things at each other, he didn't seem to even know what they were. For a moment he thought they could be others like himself, and did think this for a good bit of time. "Hey!!!" The child yelled out over the clash of light and blowing wind. Though, it seemed like they didn't notice him over the booming blasts. In reality they were just beasts, fighting for superiority between each other. His body was tossed around in the snow, still small and still rather fragile. With just the swiftness as the clashing had started it stopped, leaving the child buried a few inches within the snow only long enough for him to be absent as they flew off into the distance, flapping their large wings. Though, when one thinks this would bring sadness, utter loneliness, it seemed to bring joy to him, and interest of sorts. Unlike before, just wandering around without a purpose, he now knew there were others out there. Things that could respond and it brought him great joy. His wandering had turned into searching, and his mind began to develop.
In another relocation of his childhood he remembered a harsh storm, where he just nearly survived the cold by ducking into a den. Little known to him the den was actually a den of an ice dragon. He only knew of it when it was awoken in rage by the child stepping on it's tail. The beast smashed and flailed around, trying to show it's natural superiority, and defend it's territory. "Whoa! Watch out you might hit me!" A rather ignorant thing to say to a beast, but he knew no better. It only caused him to charge. The boy quickly jumped up, far above the head of the dragon and nearly hit his head on the ceiling, tough he turned over himself and fell down upon the head of the beast. It flailed and began to toss him off, but to no avail, the boy had latched himself of to it's neck, speaking in an ever so joyous tone "Hahahah! This is fun!" Within minutes the monster had given up and tossed himself over on the ground, only then did the child remove himself from it's neck. The rest of that night was spent deep in the cave, with the child leaning against the belly of the dragon, not to it's liking of course but it could not help it.
Within the following months his power had grown far before that of the beasts around the area. In fact, they had all but given up on trying to do anything with him. In their eyes he was much stronger then they could ever become. Whenever a beast of any kind would charge at him, he would just toss them away like they were a piece of paper. Not much of this and you could have the what made up his unfathomable ego. But the real life changer was just about to start. On his 5th year he saw a large object in the distance. He noted that it wasn't like the others. It wasn't abstract or jagged like the things he had seen before, no those were behind him now. He had explored them and seen what they were. This was something new, and rather exciting for him. In the distance he could see a large dome-like structure, fluttering. with light and other visible variations that kept presenting themselves. The boy rushed himself towards the large dome, what would have taken weeks took hours. By this point in time his body had been built up to the point where he could travel without wearing down. This was the collection of moving almost every moment from the point of birth. As he drew closer and closer to the structure he began to see weird things moving around the base. "Hey!!!!!!!!!" He shouted off into the distance, his body soaring into flight. If he knew it or not, it was apparent to the aliens that he was indeed flying. They looked up to him as he hovered above him, suddenly they flew to their knee's and began to bow. The boy could only look down at them and prompt one question, "Why are you acting like that?" Each and every alien came up from their bowing position and looked at him weird. They had not known that he was a lost one. "Sire, is something wrong with your head?" One of the aliens broke the silence with this very odd question. "Sire? Wait is that my name?" For the new few hours there was great confusion between the aliens and the boy. None of them knew what was going on. It finally took a seeing with the current leader of the alien group before things were finally beginning to make a bit of sense.
They brought the boy to this large room, decorated on almost ever inch of every given space of wall. It was meant to be as grand as possible. "So what is this place?" The boy looked up to the alien that had his hand, walking him down the large hallway into the main corridor. "This is the palace, I will introduce you to our leader." Nothing more was said until the main doors were opened into the throne room, and even then things seemed to be quiet as the aliens began to bow one after another to this strange being that sat upon it's own mountain, so to speak. The figure called out to the boy in a booming voice, "Come closer my son, I have much to tell you." For a moment the boy was in utter confusion, he had no idea who the man was talking too. "Well, Come on now, I'm waiting." The aliens seemed to get sense at the words, perhaps a sign of the current reign. "Wait, you mean me?" It struck a cord of laughter from the king. "Who else here is my son?" So, the child walked up the large flight of stairs to the throne, and the went back off into the doorway behind them. After a few moments of silence the king began to explain the entire situation as of current. "Im sure you are confused, but you are indeed my son. You see, a few years ago there was a large explosion that happened within our nursery. Among the many eggs that were there, only one was saved. That one egg, was ejected in a pod to escape the explosion. However something was wrong with the recovery system and it was never found." He turned around, kneeling down and placing his hand on the child's shoulder with a very sincere look upon his face. "You, are that child that was saved. We did everything we could at the time to find you but by the time we found the egg, you were already hatched and gone."
And, From that point on, began the life of a tyrant. What seemed like it was to be okay, was only to get worse.
Upon a winter night, one most like the one in which he was born, Sonomori walked out to view over the balcony of his kingdom. His father was growing ill, and slowly dieing. In this small time, only a time of 7 years, he had learned everything his father could teach. From things such as politics, to fighting. Everything had been jammed straight into the mind of the child. "Hmm, What a nostalgic evening. To think that I would rule a kingdom like this." From within another corridor far behind him a voice echoed out. "Sire! It is time for your battle session." His head turned over, looking at the somewhat informed figure. He was dressed fully in combat wear and armed with a large white gun. It fit perfectly over the aliens shoulder as he saluted. "Ahh, who is my opponent this time?" - "It is the man from the western kingdom. They said this is their strongest warrior, if you beat them this time sire you will become the strongest on our planet." - "This should be a good fight then." Sonomori turned himself around in a pivoting motion. "Alright, show me the way." The two began to walk through the maze-like corridors until they reached a towering iron door. The alien placed his right hand on an insert slot and activated the door to prompt it's opening. The hinges flung back and each portion of iron began to move with the hydrolics. Beyond the doors, were the strongest fighters on his planet. This was a test for supremacy of Icer, and it would decide his future. Atop a large pedistil stood his father, looking down over a large marble ring. There was utter silence which, at the time, seemed infinite. Tension in the air was high until the first challenger set foot into the ring. He was a big looking alien, rough metal like skin, scales that shot out of his back. More or less a monster by normal standards. "I hope you can put up a fight." The child seemed to be mocking the monster, taunting it in every possible way. It was trying to anger him to bring out it's full potential. He could already tell this wasn't even going to be a fair fight as he entered the ring. His eyes peered up to the large bug-like creature, preparing his stance in the process. The bug looked down at him, as if he were almost insulted that their strongest fighter was this little kid. He began to laugh in a horrid manner, one that just made you sick to the stomach. "This is your strongest fighter? I will be king within minutes." And as he said that the start of the fight was cued with a ringing sound. Within the next few seconds the alien would experience the most pain it had ever felt within it's life, for he had angered the child. A child though he was, he was not a mere being. The first instance of moment was just barely seen in the steps of his feet, his body moved faster than the alien could finish his laughter. A fist, balled, and fueled by the power 10x that of the alien came crashing into the stomach of the alien. It cracked the outer shell like it was nothing, splashing it's insides into the air. It cried out in pain as it was impaled by the boy's arm, grabbing it with a agonizing grasp. Blood began to pour out of it's mouth as it became limp. "Is that it?" The child was once again mocking the dieing alien, his first sign of cruelty. He pulled his fist from the insides of the alien with such force that it tossed all the liquids off him and left his arm clean. His footsteps proceeded to take him back a few yards, allowing the body to fall to the ground as if it were nothing but mere trash. "Well, who is next?" The other contenders began to look grim, as if they were completely out of breath. Suddenly one after another they began to back down, losing their will to fight. "Come on now, Is that all this planet has to offer? Is there not a single one among you that can stand even up to a fraction of me?" Sonomori looked up to his father, showing his utter disappointment. But his father was looking down at him with such pride that it seemed to overwhelm him. "My son you have far passed my expectations. I believe it is time." For a moment none of them knew what he had meant. They stood there in utter silence as they watched the king, sitting there, motionless. The boy jumped up to his father, looking at his figure. His eyes were closed, and breathing stopped. Within the next few moments he would have never felt as much sadness and anguish for the rest of his existence. At that moment, it became apparent to all that he was dead.
And so the reign of the tyrant began. Almost immediately after the death of his father he had those who opposed him thrown into a prison, exiled, or killed at the hands of his minions. In one particular case there was the quarrel between two of his subjects. They were arguing over who had the most power and control in their area. When Sonomori heard this he walked over, interrupting their conversation. Their faces turned white, pale with fear. One even turned tail and ran, only to meet up with a timely demise from a blast of searing hot energy. The other began to cower in fear and beg for his life, bowing down as low as he could go. Though Sonomori only had one answer to this, "Who is it that rules this planet?" And with that he walked away, leaving him to sulk in his own fear. It made a definable impression of the ones that were around him. Occasionally he would flaunt his power around with the weaklings, killing a few off that didn't obey the correct orders. Though, it was a mystery as to what lead up to these unfolding events. It had only been but a year after his father died that this type of behavior had occurred within him. On a specifically calm evening he called a man to the throne, a rather decorated officer of his military. As the man walked in the corridor he asked, "Why is it you summon me." But before he could answer his arm was severed from his body. Blood spewed in all directions and he toppled to the ground, pooling in his own filthy blood. "I'm aware of what you did." He looked down at the officer with cold eyes. Within his hand was the arm, ripped clean off bone and all. The officer screamed in agony as he tossed and turned on the floor. "It wasn't me, I swear!!!!!!" He cried out in pain and began to beg for his life. "I'm aware that you were one of the ones that plotted against my father, I have more then enough evidence to kill you. Why shouldn't I you putrid pest." A grim look came upon his face as the final drops of blood poured out of his body. And, within the last moments of his life his eyes grew wide, knowing that they were going to be killed. Sonomori walked out of the room with the arm still held in his hand, though it was slightly shriveled now. It took him only a few minutes to find what he was looking for, another alien walking around in the corridors. This one seemed much like the other, perhaps their species was one of a kind on his planet. He looked up at him, then noticed as he backed away at the sight of the dismembered arm. Like the others he began to flee. "Your race is putrid trash, and I will not permit any of you to live." Sound was pierced by the cutting of the air, the flying of a projectile. The boy had thrown the arm like a spear at the alien. It impaled his body all the way through and stopped his short of the shoulder. The sheer force of the impact caused the alien's insides to liquefy and spew all over the place in a bloody mess.
He wit held his word. Shortly after the incident he ordered a mass genocide of his species, and eventually they were all wiped out. The word restraint was not in his vocabulary. He did things rash, and crudely. People began to fear being around him, almost avoiding them as if he were going to kill them for looking at him wrong. But that is how he wanted it to be. He refused to end up like his father, betrayed by his own man. The only way he knew how to solve this problem was by sheer fear, shoving it down the throats of his subject and constantly hanging it over them. As if he were the god of all creation. It seemed to hold true to a sense. He could not be beaten no matter what any rebel tried. Guns just bounced their bullets right off of him. Punches just broke the hands, if you could even get close enough before your body was severed entirely. It was true that he was invincible in almost every way. Some even tried to reason with him, but to no avail. Everything was futile in the way of the tyrant Changeling. Another occurrence of value was the morning of the rebel's grand rebellion. They society had grown tired of his reign and launched a full out assault against the throne. Within minutes, every single rebel was slaughtered in cold blood.
He met them at the door to the royal palace. "So, you wish to rebel against me?" -"We are tired of your reign! Your a corrupt tyrant and must be brought to justice!!!!!!" The words were rallied by a fury of gunfire. Fighters came rushing up from in the crowd, dodging the bullets of their allies and trying to get a clean punch in. "What fools, I will teach you all for the final time." The first man to raise his fist against him was cut in twain before he had the mentality to react. Blood and limbs began to fly up into the air. Everyone close to him was lucky, for the died immediately. Though who were rather unfortunate perished slow and painful deaths, mostly by losing limbs and being left to bleed out. Even worse were those who didn't die at all. Once the rebels saw there was no hope of winning they began to bow and beg for their lives. Few were spared, but those who were suffered a fate worse then death. After they had surrendered to their tyrant they were forced to clean up the bodies of the fallen. Forced, to toss them into a giant furnace, loved ones, family members. It was all indiscriminate. There was none that were left unscathed from this sheer carnage, and it changed the planet of Icer forever.
Many years passed, though the carnage was never forgotten it had come to heal and those who were involved began to mend the broken pieces of their existence under the rule of the king. "Hmm, So how are the plans coming along?" A conversation was overheard in another corridor. "Smoothly sire, we are preparing it now." -"Good, I grow tired of waiting. I wish to concur more than this ball of ice." It appeared as if the plans for a ship were being built, one that was capable not of traveling the oceans but the vastness of the universe itself. They were well aware of it at this point, the vastness that is. They had sent pioneers out many times before. While they never came back they achieved lots of data. Under the new rule things began to advance faster than ever before. Though he was cruel he was as efficient as all his predecessors combined. The planet was taking a turn for the technological future, he had hired aliens from all over the planet to do what his father and his grandfather could not. Within this unified network the information began to travel faster, thus yielding more results. Within just 4 years, there was a working prototype, and it was nearing full completion.
The pair of aliens walked in-front of the king down a long stretched hallway. It was leading down into an underground chamber, filled to the brim with steal and flashing lights. "I hear it is fully complete, is that correct?" -"Yes sire, we can launch on your command." -"Excellent I cannot wait." At the end of the passage way was a steel vault, opened up by two keys that the scientists were carrying. The vault retracted the doors inwards to reveal a massive conjunction of workers, surrounding a large oval like object that was buried in the piping and other various machines. One of the scientists pulled out a control, pressing a few sequences of buttons and checking the results that the device gave him. At the end of the last set of tones smoke and a loud sound began to come from a rounded piece of metal on the ship. It lowered down a drawbridge in front of them, perfectly aligned with the large metal pad that was placed to catch the opening mechanism. "Lovely, I trust this will be a fulfilling success?" -"Of course, we are the best in the galaxy. There is nothing that we can not build with time." -"Good, I hope the next thing you can build me is a worthy opponent." The scientist grew slightly pale at the response and said no further about the subject until everything was loaded upon the ship. A few aliens greeted him and lead him away from the scientists into his private quarters, where a large relaxation area was built. It was filled with a large waterfalls on all sides with a small island in the middle with a throne placed directly in the middle. "These are your private quarters sir, I hope they are to your liking." -"They are interesting." He said nothing more and it seemed to draw a bit of uneasiness between the greeters, though he propped himself upon the throne and awaited for the ship to be launched. The contraption began to shake violently, you could hear the ripping of tubes and valves being released in the distance. "Quite the noisy machine." He seemed a bit uneasy, though he would have never shown it. Within minutes they were launched directly into the air and out of the atmosphere of the planet. Sonomori arose from his throne, floating over to glance out a mirror to his side that showed the vastness of space. "Wonderful, soon it will all be mine."
Months passed as they traveled on the ship, visiting various planet after planet. Though little to none had any life. And if it did it was the occasional plant. For a vast amount of time they found nothing but the lowest grade of lifeforms. Within his growing boredom he began to lock himself in his chambers, not allowing anyone or anything near the entrance. On one occasion someone attempted to ease drop upon him. Needless to say they were thrown into prison for a month. He couldn't just go off killing everyone on this ship, the people were limited. Though he had to make them think that he could. "Now, if I begin to compress this." Within the chambers he had begun an experiment of his power. He was far to strong, and it was hard to do things with subtlety. Suddenly in his experiment his body began to compress, changing shape and form. He dropped down from his extreme figure to a rather small form. "Interesting. Though this is still a bit powerful." He began to try the same ability a few times on himself until it was impossible to compress any further. "Only four times is it, well this will do." He walked to the chamber door and began to unlock it. Unlike usual he could operate the controls without smashing them. "This will do perfectly." As the door opened up to the outside one of his guards was making his patrols. "Huh? Who goes there!!!" -"Do you not recognize your own king." For a moment the guard didn't realize exactly who he was speaking to, until it struck him. "My apologies sire I didn't realize it was you. Your appearance has changed." -"Yes, Indeed. I kept breaking things in my other form so I decided to tone it down a bit." Sonomori turn away from the guard, allowing the automated doors to close themselves and began walked down the hallways. It took only a few minutes before the entire crew was aware of his physical transformation. It was a bonus to them now because he wasn't constantly breaking things as before.
As the time passed further on into the years, and the crew explored the universe they discovered other intelligent lifeforms, and forced them under their control. It was not long before they made a business of this, buying and trading planets like they were nothing. And thus, from this cycle came the interplanetary trading system.
The world was dark, frozen solid. Nothing could be seen, and all that could be felt was the winter's spite. It felt very enclosed, claustrophobic. So much so that it brought the constant need to move, struggle against the darkness. And, when force was applied to the darkness it began to push back, but it wasn't pushing back. This was the first struggle of the young alien, set to wander on his alien planet. He pushed, harder and harder till his muscles grew weak, exhausted. Each and every second of consciousness he spent pushing into the darkness. Until from the sheer will of the hatch-ling, the darkness began to crack. He could see a whole new world to explore from inside the shell that he had know for all of his existence. The cold wind blew against the moist, leathery skin. It felt as if something was biting every single portion, though the bites were small, to small to count out. This was the first relocation of his cold existence, it seemed to have an effect on his later life, reflecting on the bitterness of his birth, and the following events that would unfold.
His small, fragile arm broke through the crack and grasped up into the snow filled air. It took him only minutes to began shaking himself out of the captivity. The egg itself tipped over as he tried to free the rest of his body, planting the cracked surface back down into the snow. For some reason all of this truly stuck into his mind, the first, and perhaps the only struggles he would ever face. After breaking free of the shell he looked up into the sky, filled with a continuous sea of clouds and falling white objects. It caught him for a moment, drawing his attention for hours and hours. It was rather that he didn't know what to do now. He had just escaped the darkness that he had known for the first year of his life. Rather, he awoke into a world of nothing. It took him several hours before the cold began to get to him and drew his attention away from the sky. Though, he still thought of it as beautiful. The little, barely developed eyes looked around in a circular motion, taking in the landscape. It was filled with nothing but snow and snow and snow, as far as he could see. He could not even remember any given object that stuck out in the distance, just an endless line of white that carried on into the horizon. It was then that his instincts began to kick in, telling him to move on rather than stay still and wait for something to happen. With this in his mind he began to move off into this white hell.
It was not far in his travels before he began to come across things other then just the white sea. Things such as shadows in this distance, not the kind of things you would expect your first memories of life were to be. At least, he thought it was life. Looking to the distance like it was his parents standing there waiting for him, truly still ignorant of the world around him. But after months and months of wandering, it became uncertain to him what just was going to happen to him. He even began to ask into the distance, in some sort of patched up form of speech. "Where should I go?" And then it caught him, the striking of light in the distance. It came from far behind the mountain, but he could see it. The light itself seemed like a bright star that broke the horizon of his little mind, and drove him to search for it, though it would take months of walking before he would even begin to realize what the light itself was. The planet was so vast and he was so small there wasn't very much he could do but wander on and on, occasionally falling over into a sleep, though most of the times he awoke it was in a daze and caused him to change direction or stick onto another distant object.
After one of his occasional collapses he was awoke by a loud strike. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, rather he ran to it. It was something that most children would have never done, to run straight into the unknown. His little figure leaped up atop of a loud mound of snow, just enough to get a glance of two beings. They were throwing things at each other, he didn't seem to even know what they were. For a moment he thought they could be others like himself, and did think this for a good bit of time. "Hey!!!" The child yelled out over the clash of light and blowing wind. Though, it seemed like they didn't notice him over the booming blasts. In reality they were just beasts, fighting for superiority between each other. His body was tossed around in the snow, still small and still rather fragile. With just the swiftness as the clashing had started it stopped, leaving the child buried a few inches within the snow only long enough for him to be absent as they flew off into the distance, flapping their large wings. Though, when one thinks this would bring sadness, utter loneliness, it seemed to bring joy to him, and interest of sorts. Unlike before, just wandering around without a purpose, he now knew there were others out there. Things that could respond and it brought him great joy. His wandering had turned into searching, and his mind began to develop.
In another relocation of his childhood he remembered a harsh storm, where he just nearly survived the cold by ducking into a den. Little known to him the den was actually a den of an ice dragon. He only knew of it when it was awoken in rage by the child stepping on it's tail. The beast smashed and flailed around, trying to show it's natural superiority, and defend it's territory. "Whoa! Watch out you might hit me!" A rather ignorant thing to say to a beast, but he knew no better. It only caused him to charge. The boy quickly jumped up, far above the head of the dragon and nearly hit his head on the ceiling, tough he turned over himself and fell down upon the head of the beast. It flailed and began to toss him off, but to no avail, the boy had latched himself of to it's neck, speaking in an ever so joyous tone "Hahahah! This is fun!" Within minutes the monster had given up and tossed himself over on the ground, only then did the child remove himself from it's neck. The rest of that night was spent deep in the cave, with the child leaning against the belly of the dragon, not to it's liking of course but it could not help it.
Within the following months his power had grown far before that of the beasts around the area. In fact, they had all but given up on trying to do anything with him. In their eyes he was much stronger then they could ever become. Whenever a beast of any kind would charge at him, he would just toss them away like they were a piece of paper. Not much of this and you could have the what made up his unfathomable ego. But the real life changer was just about to start. On his 5th year he saw a large object in the distance. He noted that it wasn't like the others. It wasn't abstract or jagged like the things he had seen before, no those were behind him now. He had explored them and seen what they were. This was something new, and rather exciting for him. In the distance he could see a large dome-like structure, fluttering. with light and other visible variations that kept presenting themselves. The boy rushed himself towards the large dome, what would have taken weeks took hours. By this point in time his body had been built up to the point where he could travel without wearing down. This was the collection of moving almost every moment from the point of birth. As he drew closer and closer to the structure he began to see weird things moving around the base. "Hey!!!!!!!!!" He shouted off into the distance, his body soaring into flight. If he knew it or not, it was apparent to the aliens that he was indeed flying. They looked up to him as he hovered above him, suddenly they flew to their knee's and began to bow. The boy could only look down at them and prompt one question, "Why are you acting like that?" Each and every alien came up from their bowing position and looked at him weird. They had not known that he was a lost one. "Sire, is something wrong with your head?" One of the aliens broke the silence with this very odd question. "Sire? Wait is that my name?" For the new few hours there was great confusion between the aliens and the boy. None of them knew what was going on. It finally took a seeing with the current leader of the alien group before things were finally beginning to make a bit of sense.
They brought the boy to this large room, decorated on almost ever inch of every given space of wall. It was meant to be as grand as possible. "So what is this place?" The boy looked up to the alien that had his hand, walking him down the large hallway into the main corridor. "This is the palace, I will introduce you to our leader." Nothing more was said until the main doors were opened into the throne room, and even then things seemed to be quiet as the aliens began to bow one after another to this strange being that sat upon it's own mountain, so to speak. The figure called out to the boy in a booming voice, "Come closer my son, I have much to tell you." For a moment the boy was in utter confusion, he had no idea who the man was talking too. "Well, Come on now, I'm waiting." The aliens seemed to get sense at the words, perhaps a sign of the current reign. "Wait, you mean me?" It struck a cord of laughter from the king. "Who else here is my son?" So, the child walked up the large flight of stairs to the throne, and the went back off into the doorway behind them. After a few moments of silence the king began to explain the entire situation as of current. "Im sure you are confused, but you are indeed my son. You see, a few years ago there was a large explosion that happened within our nursery. Among the many eggs that were there, only one was saved. That one egg, was ejected in a pod to escape the explosion. However something was wrong with the recovery system and it was never found." He turned around, kneeling down and placing his hand on the child's shoulder with a very sincere look upon his face. "You, are that child that was saved. We did everything we could at the time to find you but by the time we found the egg, you were already hatched and gone."
And, From that point on, began the life of a tyrant. What seemed like it was to be okay, was only to get worse.
Upon a winter night, one most like the one in which he was born, Sonomori walked out to view over the balcony of his kingdom. His father was growing ill, and slowly dieing. In this small time, only a time of 7 years, he had learned everything his father could teach. From things such as politics, to fighting. Everything had been jammed straight into the mind of the child. "Hmm, What a nostalgic evening. To think that I would rule a kingdom like this." From within another corridor far behind him a voice echoed out. "Sire! It is time for your battle session." His head turned over, looking at the somewhat informed figure. He was dressed fully in combat wear and armed with a large white gun. It fit perfectly over the aliens shoulder as he saluted. "Ahh, who is my opponent this time?" - "It is the man from the western kingdom. They said this is their strongest warrior, if you beat them this time sire you will become the strongest on our planet." - "This should be a good fight then." Sonomori turned himself around in a pivoting motion. "Alright, show me the way." The two began to walk through the maze-like corridors until they reached a towering iron door. The alien placed his right hand on an insert slot and activated the door to prompt it's opening. The hinges flung back and each portion of iron began to move with the hydrolics. Beyond the doors, were the strongest fighters on his planet. This was a test for supremacy of Icer, and it would decide his future. Atop a large pedistil stood his father, looking down over a large marble ring. There was utter silence which, at the time, seemed infinite. Tension in the air was high until the first challenger set foot into the ring. He was a big looking alien, rough metal like skin, scales that shot out of his back. More or less a monster by normal standards. "I hope you can put up a fight." The child seemed to be mocking the monster, taunting it in every possible way. It was trying to anger him to bring out it's full potential. He could already tell this wasn't even going to be a fair fight as he entered the ring. His eyes peered up to the large bug-like creature, preparing his stance in the process. The bug looked down at him, as if he were almost insulted that their strongest fighter was this little kid. He began to laugh in a horrid manner, one that just made you sick to the stomach. "This is your strongest fighter? I will be king within minutes." And as he said that the start of the fight was cued with a ringing sound. Within the next few seconds the alien would experience the most pain it had ever felt within it's life, for he had angered the child. A child though he was, he was not a mere being. The first instance of moment was just barely seen in the steps of his feet, his body moved faster than the alien could finish his laughter. A fist, balled, and fueled by the power 10x that of the alien came crashing into the stomach of the alien. It cracked the outer shell like it was nothing, splashing it's insides into the air. It cried out in pain as it was impaled by the boy's arm, grabbing it with a agonizing grasp. Blood began to pour out of it's mouth as it became limp. "Is that it?" The child was once again mocking the dieing alien, his first sign of cruelty. He pulled his fist from the insides of the alien with such force that it tossed all the liquids off him and left his arm clean. His footsteps proceeded to take him back a few yards, allowing the body to fall to the ground as if it were nothing but mere trash. "Well, who is next?" The other contenders began to look grim, as if they were completely out of breath. Suddenly one after another they began to back down, losing their will to fight. "Come on now, Is that all this planet has to offer? Is there not a single one among you that can stand even up to a fraction of me?" Sonomori looked up to his father, showing his utter disappointment. But his father was looking down at him with such pride that it seemed to overwhelm him. "My son you have far passed my expectations. I believe it is time." For a moment none of them knew what he had meant. They stood there in utter silence as they watched the king, sitting there, motionless. The boy jumped up to his father, looking at his figure. His eyes were closed, and breathing stopped. Within the next few moments he would have never felt as much sadness and anguish for the rest of his existence. At that moment, it became apparent to all that he was dead.
And so the reign of the tyrant began. Almost immediately after the death of his father he had those who opposed him thrown into a prison, exiled, or killed at the hands of his minions. In one particular case there was the quarrel between two of his subjects. They were arguing over who had the most power and control in their area. When Sonomori heard this he walked over, interrupting their conversation. Their faces turned white, pale with fear. One even turned tail and ran, only to meet up with a timely demise from a blast of searing hot energy. The other began to cower in fear and beg for his life, bowing down as low as he could go. Though Sonomori only had one answer to this, "Who is it that rules this planet?" And with that he walked away, leaving him to sulk in his own fear. It made a definable impression of the ones that were around him. Occasionally he would flaunt his power around with the weaklings, killing a few off that didn't obey the correct orders. Though, it was a mystery as to what lead up to these unfolding events. It had only been but a year after his father died that this type of behavior had occurred within him. On a specifically calm evening he called a man to the throne, a rather decorated officer of his military. As the man walked in the corridor he asked, "Why is it you summon me." But before he could answer his arm was severed from his body. Blood spewed in all directions and he toppled to the ground, pooling in his own filthy blood. "I'm aware of what you did." He looked down at the officer with cold eyes. Within his hand was the arm, ripped clean off bone and all. The officer screamed in agony as he tossed and turned on the floor. "It wasn't me, I swear!!!!!!" He cried out in pain and began to beg for his life. "I'm aware that you were one of the ones that plotted against my father, I have more then enough evidence to kill you. Why shouldn't I you putrid pest." A grim look came upon his face as the final drops of blood poured out of his body. And, within the last moments of his life his eyes grew wide, knowing that they were going to be killed. Sonomori walked out of the room with the arm still held in his hand, though it was slightly shriveled now. It took him only a few minutes to find what he was looking for, another alien walking around in the corridors. This one seemed much like the other, perhaps their species was one of a kind on his planet. He looked up at him, then noticed as he backed away at the sight of the dismembered arm. Like the others he began to flee. "Your race is putrid trash, and I will not permit any of you to live." Sound was pierced by the cutting of the air, the flying of a projectile. The boy had thrown the arm like a spear at the alien. It impaled his body all the way through and stopped his short of the shoulder. The sheer force of the impact caused the alien's insides to liquefy and spew all over the place in a bloody mess.
He wit held his word. Shortly after the incident he ordered a mass genocide of his species, and eventually they were all wiped out. The word restraint was not in his vocabulary. He did things rash, and crudely. People began to fear being around him, almost avoiding them as if he were going to kill them for looking at him wrong. But that is how he wanted it to be. He refused to end up like his father, betrayed by his own man. The only way he knew how to solve this problem was by sheer fear, shoving it down the throats of his subject and constantly hanging it over them. As if he were the god of all creation. It seemed to hold true to a sense. He could not be beaten no matter what any rebel tried. Guns just bounced their bullets right off of him. Punches just broke the hands, if you could even get close enough before your body was severed entirely. It was true that he was invincible in almost every way. Some even tried to reason with him, but to no avail. Everything was futile in the way of the tyrant Changeling. Another occurrence of value was the morning of the rebel's grand rebellion. They society had grown tired of his reign and launched a full out assault against the throne. Within minutes, every single rebel was slaughtered in cold blood.
He met them at the door to the royal palace. "So, you wish to rebel against me?" -"We are tired of your reign! Your a corrupt tyrant and must be brought to justice!!!!!!" The words were rallied by a fury of gunfire. Fighters came rushing up from in the crowd, dodging the bullets of their allies and trying to get a clean punch in. "What fools, I will teach you all for the final time." The first man to raise his fist against him was cut in twain before he had the mentality to react. Blood and limbs began to fly up into the air. Everyone close to him was lucky, for the died immediately. Though who were rather unfortunate perished slow and painful deaths, mostly by losing limbs and being left to bleed out. Even worse were those who didn't die at all. Once the rebels saw there was no hope of winning they began to bow and beg for their lives. Few were spared, but those who were suffered a fate worse then death. After they had surrendered to their tyrant they were forced to clean up the bodies of the fallen. Forced, to toss them into a giant furnace, loved ones, family members. It was all indiscriminate. There was none that were left unscathed from this sheer carnage, and it changed the planet of Icer forever.
Many years passed, though the carnage was never forgotten it had come to heal and those who were involved began to mend the broken pieces of their existence under the rule of the king. "Hmm, So how are the plans coming along?" A conversation was overheard in another corridor. "Smoothly sire, we are preparing it now." -"Good, I grow tired of waiting. I wish to concur more than this ball of ice." It appeared as if the plans for a ship were being built, one that was capable not of traveling the oceans but the vastness of the universe itself. They were well aware of it at this point, the vastness that is. They had sent pioneers out many times before. While they never came back they achieved lots of data. Under the new rule things began to advance faster than ever before. Though he was cruel he was as efficient as all his predecessors combined. The planet was taking a turn for the technological future, he had hired aliens from all over the planet to do what his father and his grandfather could not. Within this unified network the information began to travel faster, thus yielding more results. Within just 4 years, there was a working prototype, and it was nearing full completion.
The pair of aliens walked in-front of the king down a long stretched hallway. It was leading down into an underground chamber, filled to the brim with steal and flashing lights. "I hear it is fully complete, is that correct?" -"Yes sire, we can launch on your command." -"Excellent I cannot wait." At the end of the passage way was a steel vault, opened up by two keys that the scientists were carrying. The vault retracted the doors inwards to reveal a massive conjunction of workers, surrounding a large oval like object that was buried in the piping and other various machines. One of the scientists pulled out a control, pressing a few sequences of buttons and checking the results that the device gave him. At the end of the last set of tones smoke and a loud sound began to come from a rounded piece of metal on the ship. It lowered down a drawbridge in front of them, perfectly aligned with the large metal pad that was placed to catch the opening mechanism. "Lovely, I trust this will be a fulfilling success?" -"Of course, we are the best in the galaxy. There is nothing that we can not build with time." -"Good, I hope the next thing you can build me is a worthy opponent." The scientist grew slightly pale at the response and said no further about the subject until everything was loaded upon the ship. A few aliens greeted him and lead him away from the scientists into his private quarters, where a large relaxation area was built. It was filled with a large waterfalls on all sides with a small island in the middle with a throne placed directly in the middle. "These are your private quarters sir, I hope they are to your liking." -"They are interesting." He said nothing more and it seemed to draw a bit of uneasiness between the greeters, though he propped himself upon the throne and awaited for the ship to be launched. The contraption began to shake violently, you could hear the ripping of tubes and valves being released in the distance. "Quite the noisy machine." He seemed a bit uneasy, though he would have never shown it. Within minutes they were launched directly into the air and out of the atmosphere of the planet. Sonomori arose from his throne, floating over to glance out a mirror to his side that showed the vastness of space. "Wonderful, soon it will all be mine."
Months passed as they traveled on the ship, visiting various planet after planet. Though little to none had any life. And if it did it was the occasional plant. For a vast amount of time they found nothing but the lowest grade of lifeforms. Within his growing boredom he began to lock himself in his chambers, not allowing anyone or anything near the entrance. On one occasion someone attempted to ease drop upon him. Needless to say they were thrown into prison for a month. He couldn't just go off killing everyone on this ship, the people were limited. Though he had to make them think that he could. "Now, if I begin to compress this." Within the chambers he had begun an experiment of his power. He was far to strong, and it was hard to do things with subtlety. Suddenly in his experiment his body began to compress, changing shape and form. He dropped down from his extreme figure to a rather small form. "Interesting. Though this is still a bit powerful." He began to try the same ability a few times on himself until it was impossible to compress any further. "Only four times is it, well this will do." He walked to the chamber door and began to unlock it. Unlike usual he could operate the controls without smashing them. "This will do perfectly." As the door opened up to the outside one of his guards was making his patrols. "Huh? Who goes there!!!" -"Do you not recognize your own king." For a moment the guard didn't realize exactly who he was speaking to, until it struck him. "My apologies sire I didn't realize it was you. Your appearance has changed." -"Yes, Indeed. I kept breaking things in my other form so I decided to tone it down a bit." Sonomori turn away from the guard, allowing the automated doors to close themselves and began walked down the hallways. It took only a few minutes before the entire crew was aware of his physical transformation. It was a bonus to them now because he wasn't constantly breaking things as before.
As the time passed further on into the years, and the crew explored the universe they discovered other intelligent lifeforms, and forced them under their control. It was not long before they made a business of this, buying and trading planets like they were nothing. And thus, from this cycle came the interplanetary trading system.
