Description
We called it a beautiful world, but that was before we saw what lived here. I came, as a ten year-old, on the small ship call The AR- Ambassador which crashed shortly after entering the lower atmosphere of the planet. I was the only survivor of that crash, and I thought I was lucky until it became horrifically clear that dieing in the crash would've been a much kinder fate. The natives of this planet took me captive and threw me in a dungeon. There they ran tests on me, tortured me, and pushed me to my physical and mental limits. That was the first stage, the next stage was experimentation where my captors made genetic and robotic changes. I can't say what they did to my genetics exactly but I can account for the robotic experiments, as I was awake for most of them. They replaced my right eye, added color changing metallic plating around my eye, and replaced my left arm. After they had become bored with experimenting on me stage three began, they called it the "misozi woyera". It was the cruelest punishment by far, as they made me forget much of my previous life including my old name.
Beastiary
