Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 23:38:27 GMT -8
Central City; Earth’s capital, and the largest metropolis the planet had to offer. Xero’s ship had touched down on the outskirts of the city; most of the makeshift vessel had burned up as the alien pushed through the atmosphere, there was only so much one could prevent with as little parts he had at his disposal, and admittedly during the building process, there were corners that had been cut. Nevertheless, the ship, and Xero, had successfully made the trip; a feat in its own.
The weather on the planet was fair; partially cloudy, a nice, cool rolling breeze, not too humid, but not too hot either. Compared to the much harsher weather on Xero’s home planet of Mekka, this place seemed unreal; just the cooler temperature alone was enough to make the man feel uncomfortable.
Stepping out of his ship and stretching his long arms and legs, Xero took the chance to look himself over. Firstly, he noted the change in his skin-tone. Instead of its normal metallic sheen, it was a plain Caucasian, pale-white. With a risen brow he held his hand to the sky, checking to see if the sun would reveal any transparencies. It didn’t. A smirk crossed his face and he shook his head, ”hopefully that is something I will never have to go through again…”
Turning back towards his ship, he’d reach in and remove something from near his seat. Ducking his head back out, the Mekkan would run a hand through his soft, silvery hair, and then place the item he’d retrieved onto his head. An expertly made top hat with a bright yellow band, fitted specifically to the alien’s head as to not fall off in combat. With a smirk, Xero brushed some dust from his attire: plain black jeans, and his favorite yellow crested, ripped sleeved tank-top.
Rising into the air, he would take note of his surroundings, looking over the forest he landed in, and as he got higher in the sky, the booming metropolis of Central City to the north. ”Our answers are out there…” the voice of Hellbringer chimed in, guiding the alien towards the city, ”Earthling cities are bound to be much different than those back home… Are you sure you’re ready?”
Nodding confidently to himself, Xero started forwards, quickly gliding through the air, ”I am.” he answered coolly, determination burning in his cyan eyes. He’d waited long enough, the ten year trip felt like an eternity. He had questions that needed answered, and even though he had virtually no idea how to start his search, he would figure something out along the way. He was there for a higher purpose, to find his people, surely that was enough to put him on the right track, right?
Touching down on the concrete, Xero was greeted by the screeching tires, and horn of a car as it struggled to stop short of hitting the alien straight on. Xero watch unphased as the car skidded to a halt in front of him, stopping only inches short of him. His hand gently touched the hood of the car, and his eyes narrowed at the pilot, his head cocking to the side in question, ”What is this contraption?” he mused out loud, studying it closely. Surely this was not a space vessel… Then what was it? There we no vehicles for land travel back home… The planet was fairly small, and one could likely circumnavigate it in a few days, even less if they could fly.
The driver cursed rudely, flinging his door open and stepping out. A whole seven-feet tall, and weighing in at near three-hundred pounds, this man was no featherweight, and he was definitely upset that Xero had interrupted his daily commute: “You lunatic!” he roared, madly waving his hands at the Mekkan, “You gotta death wish or somethin’!?” Glancing down at his watch, the man cursed again, “Great, now I am gonna be late! I’ll make you regret this, you moron!”
Xero’s look of confusion turned to the man, his head tilting to the opposite side, ”Make me regret what?” he asked, genuinely lost. He’d showed this man no signs of aggression, yet he was making threats? What an odd species these humans already seemed to be.
Mid-ponder, a large fist connected with Xero’s cheek. Virtually unaffected by the hit, Xero straightened his neck, looking the man directly in the eyes with a horrifying seriousness, ”That was unwise…” he told him, a hand shooting out before the man could blink, grabbing hold of the scruff of his shirt and easily raising him into the air, albeit having to levitate some to accommodate for the man’s height, ”I suggest you apologize, and I will leave your head attached to your weak shoulders,” his tone was flat, cool, and serious. A tone that struck pure horror into the man’s heart.
“Y-y-yes s-s-s-sir!” he stammered, his pants dampening from his fear, “I-i-I’m s-s-s-s-sorry!”
Xero gave him one last look of disgusts before tossing him aside, ”What a disappointment…” he huffed, dropping back to the pavement, and setting back off on foot, ”I can’t imagine such a pitiful race would have any information on people like us…”
”Now, now, young Hellbringer…” scolded the ancient voice, ”Do not be so quick to judge a whole planet from one encounter. The inhabitants of this planet are many, and each one is different. Thinking you are superior without proper research is very unwise.”
Xero smirked, shaking his head a little as he strode through the bustling sidewalk with no real direction, a dry chuckle leaving his throat, ”Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say…” he huffed, an obvious annoyance growing for his new-found nagging conscious.
Nevertheless, now that Xero was on Earth, his search could truly being; however, where to begin was a completely different story. Hopefully fate would have a hand at such things, driving him towards someone who might know something, or vice-versa. Xero really didn’t mind either way; until then he would gladly journey through the city, gathering as much intelligence on the inhabitants of Earth as he could. This place was unlike any he’d ever seen, and gathering enough information for him to actually feel comfortable would be a feat in itself.
The weather on the planet was fair; partially cloudy, a nice, cool rolling breeze, not too humid, but not too hot either. Compared to the much harsher weather on Xero’s home planet of Mekka, this place seemed unreal; just the cooler temperature alone was enough to make the man feel uncomfortable.
Stepping out of his ship and stretching his long arms and legs, Xero took the chance to look himself over. Firstly, he noted the change in his skin-tone. Instead of its normal metallic sheen, it was a plain Caucasian, pale-white. With a risen brow he held his hand to the sky, checking to see if the sun would reveal any transparencies. It didn’t. A smirk crossed his face and he shook his head, ”hopefully that is something I will never have to go through again…”
Turning back towards his ship, he’d reach in and remove something from near his seat. Ducking his head back out, the Mekkan would run a hand through his soft, silvery hair, and then place the item he’d retrieved onto his head. An expertly made top hat with a bright yellow band, fitted specifically to the alien’s head as to not fall off in combat. With a smirk, Xero brushed some dust from his attire: plain black jeans, and his favorite yellow crested, ripped sleeved tank-top.
Rising into the air, he would take note of his surroundings, looking over the forest he landed in, and as he got higher in the sky, the booming metropolis of Central City to the north. ”Our answers are out there…” the voice of Hellbringer chimed in, guiding the alien towards the city, ”Earthling cities are bound to be much different than those back home… Are you sure you’re ready?”
Nodding confidently to himself, Xero started forwards, quickly gliding through the air, ”I am.” he answered coolly, determination burning in his cyan eyes. He’d waited long enough, the ten year trip felt like an eternity. He had questions that needed answered, and even though he had virtually no idea how to start his search, he would figure something out along the way. He was there for a higher purpose, to find his people, surely that was enough to put him on the right track, right?
Touching down on the concrete, Xero was greeted by the screeching tires, and horn of a car as it struggled to stop short of hitting the alien straight on. Xero watch unphased as the car skidded to a halt in front of him, stopping only inches short of him. His hand gently touched the hood of the car, and his eyes narrowed at the pilot, his head cocking to the side in question, ”What is this contraption?” he mused out loud, studying it closely. Surely this was not a space vessel… Then what was it? There we no vehicles for land travel back home… The planet was fairly small, and one could likely circumnavigate it in a few days, even less if they could fly.
The driver cursed rudely, flinging his door open and stepping out. A whole seven-feet tall, and weighing in at near three-hundred pounds, this man was no featherweight, and he was definitely upset that Xero had interrupted his daily commute: “You lunatic!” he roared, madly waving his hands at the Mekkan, “You gotta death wish or somethin’!?” Glancing down at his watch, the man cursed again, “Great, now I am gonna be late! I’ll make you regret this, you moron!”
Xero’s look of confusion turned to the man, his head tilting to the opposite side, ”Make me regret what?” he asked, genuinely lost. He’d showed this man no signs of aggression, yet he was making threats? What an odd species these humans already seemed to be.
Mid-ponder, a large fist connected with Xero’s cheek. Virtually unaffected by the hit, Xero straightened his neck, looking the man directly in the eyes with a horrifying seriousness, ”That was unwise…” he told him, a hand shooting out before the man could blink, grabbing hold of the scruff of his shirt and easily raising him into the air, albeit having to levitate some to accommodate for the man’s height, ”I suggest you apologize, and I will leave your head attached to your weak shoulders,” his tone was flat, cool, and serious. A tone that struck pure horror into the man’s heart.
“Y-y-yes s-s-s-sir!” he stammered, his pants dampening from his fear, “I-i-I’m s-s-s-s-sorry!”
Xero gave him one last look of disgusts before tossing him aside, ”What a disappointment…” he huffed, dropping back to the pavement, and setting back off on foot, ”I can’t imagine such a pitiful race would have any information on people like us…”
”Now, now, young Hellbringer…” scolded the ancient voice, ”Do not be so quick to judge a whole planet from one encounter. The inhabitants of this planet are many, and each one is different. Thinking you are superior without proper research is very unwise.”
Xero smirked, shaking his head a little as he strode through the bustling sidewalk with no real direction, a dry chuckle leaving his throat, ”Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say…” he huffed, an obvious annoyance growing for his new-found nagging conscious.
Nevertheless, now that Xero was on Earth, his search could truly being; however, where to begin was a completely different story. Hopefully fate would have a hand at such things, driving him towards someone who might know something, or vice-versa. Xero really didn’t mind either way; until then he would gladly journey through the city, gathering as much intelligence on the inhabitants of Earth as he could. This place was unlike any he’d ever seen, and gathering enough information for him to actually feel comfortable would be a feat in itself.
