Space Destroyer Megas

Ryuumoraphilion stood in the doorway to the huge building, staring with bored eyes out into the rain. He didn't want to go out there...he could feel the humidity in his twisted joints, take in the moisture through the airholes in his mask. If he went out the water would weigh him down...he would slog home with his head bowed by weight he didn't want to bear.

"Hey--uhm....uhm...!"

"What?" Ryuu turned to stare behind him, white-pupilled eyes locked in a dull stare. His voice was like gravel--harsh and grating on the ears. It was metallic, too, though that was the mask's fault. The Elite Destroyer quailed at the look he gave her. She was a young tough, with spiky headfur and a sharp look in her eye, but that mask and that face...

"I heard you have a brother!" She burst out with the words as though they were an accusation. Her head held up, her face set--they almost were. His ears flattened and he stiffened, though his face showed no change--he seemed placid, demure almost. His body reacted more than his heart did.

"...don't spread lies." The mask played his voice a little, making it sound toneless and hollow. He was used to it.

"But--I heard--" Her tail lifted, she was defiant, insistent. So annoying.

"You heard wrong." He spoke with finality, turning away from her as he tail dropped and her face fell.

"But--" It was a last, plaintive, 'but.'

"If you're going to throw around accusations...make sure you have evidence." And he left her there in the doorway, walking out grudgingly into the rain. Better there than here...

At The Door

Greeting, stranger. I am Schism. You've come to this house looking for Ryuumoraphilion, I take it. I'm obviously not the Megas Destroyer you're looking for... I wasn't even a Megas Destroyer back when I WAS a Destroyer. Nevertheless, as Ryuumoraphilion's Guardian and Petpet, I can and will tell you anything and everything you might wish to know about him. Come in, take care not to touch anything, and I'll tell you about Ryuumoraphilion... Megas, brother, and killer.

Young and Violent

He wasn't always apathetic. He used to live on Neopia, back when he was an Elite, and he led a gang there. As an Elite, Ryuumoraphilion was singlehandedly responsible for more law enforcement deaths on Neopia than just about any other renegade of the time. He and his gang hunted across Neopia, wrecking havoc wherever they went. But you know--if you stood up to the gang and didn't beg for mercy or give up... you had a chance to survive. No, really, it was true. More than a few Neopians owe their existences to their ancestors' courage. Still, they killed scores of Neopians every year for decades (well, a decade to us, two hundred years for you) before one day... they all just disappeared. The gang had disbanded. No one ever saw any of the Destroyers again... at least not as far as Neopian history goes. Really, he just walked away.

As for the rest of the gang... the gang of Ryuumoraphilion came from diverse origins. They came from all clans--all except fire. They came and went, different destroyers with different names, petty pets with petty reasons, many of them, but Ryuumoraphilion didn't care. He never bothered to learn more than their names--he shared no great bonds with any of them. Some of them came from broken families, some came from angry relationships, some came from nothing notable at all except a bad attitude and a bone to pick with the world.

Their heirarchy was primitive--as primitive as it got. The strongest one was the one who told the others what to do. And with Ryuu as the leader, Ryuu the only Elite, Ryuu the destroyer of space, there was never any question of who was in charge. There was no absolute control, they all had their own minds and wills, but when he said it was time to leave, they went. Other than that, there were no rules, no guidelines--they did what they wanted on Neopia with Ryuu's bored presence backing them up.

When he disbanded, they went, forming their own splintered gangs, drifting apart under petty squabbles or holding strong under some other pets' strengths. He never looked back. They were nothing to him, as he was maybe nothing to them.