Rebirth of a fighter

[Yber]

Unforgotten

The recovery wasn't an easy process. Patches and implants of all sorts coated a body just as weak as it was wasted. Lack of exercise and proper feeding for years left it in terrible shape. A monster's shape.

They had strange accents, the ghosts that turned into men and women. Half deaf, half blind and half dead, the freak that was it merely couldn't understand.

Memories slowly clinged their way into its mind. Some of them. A large fight, them surrounded by ships. Them?. A space battle. Its clan and it had been all but wiped out by an overwhelming force.

A question so obvious that it couldn't be avoided any longer rose. The monstrous mouth disagreed, however, for it could not pronounce a word.

Months of recovery were neccesary for the freak to be able to stand, though still breathing artificially. Observing them, the white dressed men and women, it learnt words and phrases in their language, eventually becoming able to understand a handful. Did it take a day, or a year?.Its crashed throat began, for the first time in a lifetime, to emit sound.

And so, the monstrosity was introduced into who it is and what had happened, it's identity only known by the outcast militia that it belonged to. Former slaves, they'd been hired to obliterate a colonial operation.

The arrival to the docking area was only quick enough to contemplate as its companions left the planet's orbit, piloting a variety of space ships.

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Renaissance

Standing on the spot, it didn't move a single inch. Permanently looking up with the crooked neck of a crooked monster, it waited, breathing through a machine for only death was possible should it be removed. The air was infested with a substance so toxic it'd turn men into monsters.

They came back. As many as they had taken off, even if it had forgotten numbers and how to count. The men docked scratched ships, led by the one named "Aslan", and followed by "Lich". Former slaves, they certainly didn't look as such, covered in scars.

A monster's grin deformed its monstrous face, as it walked towards its fellow abominations.

Friends greeted the one who had passed away as if it was only natural. Just like fellow mates who haven't seen one another in a long time, they talked, and the newborn listened, learning of the reformed Xtreme Fighters.

For it had been dead and undying, for it had been fighting and unyielding.
For it had been breathing poison, for it had been forgotten its memories in a 4 years lapse.
It shall henceforth be known as Renaissance, born anew from the mortal remains of a slain monster.

An empty shell without any talents, what would he be filled with by his fellow undying monsters?

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inb4 Sirius gets renamed to XTF.