Chapter 1
The sky was dark on the planet Davorkia, overcast with sinister stormclouds. The landscape was a veritable wilderness, a unique mix of desert characteristics and tropical forest characteristics. Across the distance, a city lay in ruins. The smoke wafted from the burning devastation that remained, carnage from a horrible battle. The bodies of the dead Davorkians lay scattered within the site of the carnage. They appeared to be lizardmen, with long monitor-shaped heads and long, thick tails. Some wore simple clothing, and others wore battle armor resembling mideval chainmail. Even the women and children lay dead in the demolished city. The buildings were demolished into large piles of rubble, and few structures retained more than the height of a single room.
Gazing out across the carnage was a lone observer, hovering in the air as he scanned the ruins. He was a Namek, a green-skinned alien with bug-like antennae, fang-like teeth, and pointy ears. He wore a black, sleeveless tunic with matching long, loose-fitting pants. He adorned that with a red waist sash and brown slipper-like shoes. He wore a long, flowing white cape with big shoulder extensions as well, and the cape wafted in the gusty wind. His countenance was grim, and he hovered there with his arms folded in front of his chest. He was tall and extremely muscular in build.
The grim Namek gazed out across the destruction as if studying it to discern some lost secret. He noted the mangled forms of the dead, and his lip quivered in a mixture of disgust and rage. He saw no dying, only the dead. His nose even flared in anger at the sight before him. His name was Ho-Jun, and he was a Namek warrior.
"They destroyed them all, even the women and children!" Ho-Jun thought to himself as he surveyed the carnage. "These people never even had a chance! Those barbarians! I'll make them pay!"
At that thought, a flash of fierce lightning brought with it a sharp thunderclap, and the rain began to pour down hard upon the land. The winds blew with some vigor, but the enigmatic hunter was not bothered by the weather change. More lightning flashed in the sky, accompanied by the sounds of thunder crashing in the sky. Ho-Jun was not disturbed from his scrutiny of the destroyed city. The raging storm in the background seemed to be an outward, physical manifestation of the Namek's inner turmoil and rage over what he beheld.
"I still can't understand why they do this," Ho-Jun thought to himself, still fuming over the devastation before him. "Love of fighting is one thing, but this is something else entirely. Well, if they love fighting so much, then just wait until I catch up with them! Then they'll get all the fight they want, and then some!"
Ho-Jun flew off into the distance, his grim resolve to find those responsible for this tragedy etched across his face. Somewhere out there, there were those who needed to know his wrath. He would find them, and that was that. He had made up his mind, and he would not be swayed from this course of action. He had been trained to be a mighty warrior by some of the best Namek warriors to ever live. He had endured the harshest and most difficult training they had to offer, and he had passed their tough tests with flying colors.
Many a warrior had been trained like him, but few had proven to possess the great potential that he had. His mentors had all noted his determination and his strong will to succeed no matter what the odds. Everyone knew he was a special fighter, one who would reach great plateaus in his endeavors. Many a Namek warrior who had trained under the same mentors had shown excellent strength and physical prowess. Many had shown great skill, and a few had even shown a tremendous natural aptitude for the art of fighting, but few and far between were those who could combine those traits with such a strong will and a resolute focus like Ho-Jun. The others who had shared his traits were legendary, or legends to be.
He covered a great distance in a short amount of time, seeing the devastation gradually give way to the landscape's natural beauty. Even the storm he had left behind in his journey. He could see the majestic mountains, the sparkling waters, the clear sky, the beautiful palm trees, and the white foaming waves as they washed up on the shores. He felt the serenity of this marvelous setting as he noted its great natural beauty, and he felt a sense of solemness overtake him as he considered the fate of the Davorkian people who had lived in these lands. He knew that those who had done this were strong, at least stronger than the Davorkians, but his resolute determination to make them pay was bolstered by his dogged stubborness. He refused to waiver in his commitment to avenging the innocents who were so viciously and ruthlessly slaughtered, no matter how strong the fiends who perpetrated this atrocity were. He pressed on.