Shattering glass made way for gushing cold air as Rioro slammed against the opposite wall with a solid thud. The methane rich atmosphere greeted him in desolation as his body began to shiver and his cuts began to sizzle.

Silhouettes of his kind appeared before him, looking down on his wasted body. "We found him, Lord. What should we do with him?" The soldiers voiced in their headpieces, standing on glass fragments.

Rioro tried to heave himself to his feet but he found no strength inside. We don't deserve this fate! He screamed on the inside. It made no sense. Their race had such potential. He couldn't live watching his kind destroy others just because supremacy ran inside their veins. Just because their religion meant it to be so.

The Eternal Light is a sham! It was being misinterpreted, he was sure. Taking metaphors for fact often led to different views and they knew not it's true meaning. The Gods perfected a future in a promising golden light. A light of hope. Divinity and Purity it's very constituents. Such evil ramifications could never be among its ideals!

"Understood, Lord Nargzel." The soldier targeted his weapon at Rioro, his chest glowing purple. The shade of malevolence.

Rioro was chained and dragged out. He writhed in pain but his agony was muffled by the raging storm outside. Thunder and lightning electrified the atmosphere all around and his sensitive cilia picked up the charge in the air as goosebumps spread across his legs.

They put him in the vehicle and drove of.

Anger. Guilt. Pain. All emotions mixed up caused his chest to glow so deep a shade of blue, it was almost black. He sensed the heat signatures. There were fifteen soldiers on the vehicle. He was in the cargo area. Chained up.

He was bound for Nargzeltas. The ship of doom. This era was one of darkness.

How could he give his people hope if he was held a captive?

If he was powerless?

How could he escape and change destiny, if what Nargzel said in his orations were true?

Was there any hope at all to go to such lengths against him if the majority of their race sided with him?

He had his family killed. But he was adamant on change. A change out of this anarchy.

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He was put in a prison cell along with others following his beliefs. Sentience must be realised. We need to think higher. Beyond what we have accepted to become. We need change. Or it will be the end for many.

Brothers and sisters sharing the same ideals, sided with him. They were in a revolution. One of many. But the most significant and important of any before it.

A buzz flooded their senses. They felt a rumble. A jolt. Then all of them collided and landed on top of each other as the pod left ground. It climbed higher and higher into the heavens and emerged in the dark void. Infront was the ship fuelled by beliefs of a single reigning tyrant. Lord Nargzel.

The pod entered its belly and docked within. It was one of the many prison cells, housing those who went against Nargzel.

They sensed the soldiers navigate outwards while they were kept caged inside.

They knew not what Nargzel had in mind for them but they couldn't allow whatever it might be to succeed.

But all their horrors turned into a nightmare when a fuming liquid started to seep in from above the cargo door through ducts, previously invisible. The Cryogenic fluid.

A chill ran through their bodies and before they could take any further course of action, they were all frozen alive.

It was in those last moments did they realise... that Nargzel was truly unstoppable.