<span style="font-style: italic">"I am sorry, Mrs. Pakirus, but you know the limit of children within a home is two" spoke the grand elder. He stood at a height of 5'6" with wrinkles old with age. His eyes were a dark blue, looking over the faces before him which consisted of a female adult, and three children all huddled around their parent. <br/><br/>"I-I understand, Grand Elder. But, please do not sentence this child to death. Surely there is another way for him" her voice soft and pleading.<br/><br/>The Elder stood there with his hands behind his back, two officers at both sides, standing straight with their hands at their sides. They wore dark blue leather long sleeved shirts with a deep collar and a yellow sash going across their torso from one shoulder to their hip as well as a pair of black leather boots that reached half of their lower leg, strapped up with buckles.<br/><br/>"I am afraid not, Mrs. Pakirus. The only other solution would be to send your child in a Pod. In other words, exile him from Yaktor. His life could be at the hands of anyone. Fate itself could see and do fit with the child." A silence washed over them for a brief moment, allowing all to take in the new information. "You understand this, correct?"<br/><br/>"Yes. I understand, Grand Elder."</span><br/><br/>Silence was all that could be  heard as the pod drifted through space. A point where he had grown up alone. He had no one, nothing. Life itself felt practically strange, silent, and lonely. An alien figure had been lying on his bed within his pod, the very same that was used to exile him from Yaktor. Where the elements of life itself would judge him. This alien stood at a height of 5'9" and had pale, fleshy colored skin. Long tentacle like strands held together by a cloth headband. Dark, almost a light brown, fleshy color could be seen as spots around the sides of his blue eyes. Similar to a birthmark in a sense, only with a distinctive design.<br/><br/>His clothes consisted of a leather, black shirt and a pair of black leather pants and boots. It seems that he had been adrift for many years, in which he had. But being lost in space soon came to a halt when the pod started to head for a very interesting, blue planet. Earth. The  ride down was like an insane rollercoaster. He didn't know if he'd be able to make the landing, let alone survive it. Quo, would be stuck and alone on this blue planet. What dangers awaited him? He would never know. Even so, it was a bit too much pressure for him, and he passed out on the way down, an emergency 'chute activating once reaching a certain height.<br/><br/>Upon awaking, he found that he was at a standstill. The pod must have safely landed, with a rush of relief washing over him. It would be quite some time until he was able to adjust himself to this new planet. Besides, he was safe in his pod, right? The pod itself had landed in a park. It was well around 11PM that night, hardly anyone out. But the sound of cars driving by in the distance was an interesting sound to listen to. Maybe he truly was safe now.