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Right, now, in Techno’s defense, he didn’t mean to get kidnapped by aliens.
He was just trying to get a snack from the vending machine outside of his dorm room on his college campus, the sketchy one that you have to kick and pray to whatever deity you believe in that the old school hunk of junk takes pity on you.
He never did get that bag of chips.
Because the next second his stomach felt swoopy, and for a moment he thought ah, shouldn't have had that questionable cafeteria food, death here I come, before he realized his hair was quite literally floating around him, and oh- no, that's just- he’s floating which is… not any better.
Next thing he knows he’s staring into the face of some alien with yellow feathers and twitchy fingers that are much too long. Like the Other Mother from Coraline, a movie he watched way too young and that gave him nightmares.
Anyways, to cut a long story short, and to avoid the panic attack that will follow if he shares, he got stuffed into a white cell with cheap, fake little balls of food that tasted of chalk and a little bit of water, before he was shipped off to fight in an arena.
Branded with the sign of curling horns on his chest, and hair cut short which is so much worse then the branding thing (he tore and scratched at the mark so much that it’s barely recognizable anyways).
Man is he ever so grateful that his parents paid for the full package, all the nanobots he could need, all of his organs and muscles operating to the fullest capability. He never cared before, because it’s not like he went into the military, though his professors highly suggested he do so as to ‘not waste his parents money’ but he always shot back that if his ‘parents’ didn't want him wasting money they shouldn’t have left him to shrivel up and die the second he opened his eyes.
Black sclera, white pupils, and blue irises, if you were wondering. Freaky, he knows, he thinks it’s a genetic mutation but what does he know. He’s not a scientist.
Anyway, he went to college to be an English major, to study old Greek myths, and maybe write a book or two on this bullshit society before living the rest of his life as a hermit in the tundra or something.
Obviously, little good that does him now.
Though he is grateful he hyper fixated on all those stories. He had something to tell himself in those days where the white walls became too much, where the food was too chalky, where he just wanted to let his next opponent tear him limb from limb so the pain would finally stop-
It wasn't the best time he’s ever had.
But! That time is long and gone now.
He nabbed one of the translators (he knew all of those aliens couldn't possibly have learned all those languages, cheaters), stole a cloak that wrapped over his entire body and that covered his face and bolted.
Why the cloak? Well, Techno has learned that Humans are rare. A sight to behold or whatever, capable of great feats and… something. He doesn't know, nor care for that matter, but what he does care about is the fact that being Human gets him one too many stares and grabby hands and pointing fingers and being thrown into illegal gladiator rings.
So, he presents you with: cloak. Though that one, and the translator for that matter, were outdated and heavy. He’s since upgraded by leaps and bounds.
He… He knows he can’t go back to Earth or Mars. Can’t even graze by the Milky Way because the Intergalactic Space Council (I.S.C) is so sure that the second the Human’s (that aren't the government) make contact with the greater galaxy, they will destroy everything in their path.
Which is probably true, but Techno believes there would be a little more conquering before they destroy the universe, given the state of things when he left.
Which was… over three years ago? Just about, anyways. It’s hard to tell time when you can’t understand the language, and the planet you're on spins slower than you're used to.
So Techno just estimates that it's been about three years. Which makes him.. Around twenty four? Barely, anyway.
But! He has a calendar now, and though he can’t remember what the date was when he ‘left’ Earth, he at least knows what date it might be. Some semblance of normalcy he’s forced on himself to keep sane. It’s quite lovely, his birthday is coming up in a couple of months, he’ll officially be twenty five, or two hundred and fifty rotations in Common time, just like it says on his fake ID.
Maybe he’ll get himself a cake. That’d be nice.
He’s getting distracted. It doesn't matter anyways, it's not like he has anyone to celebrate with regardless.
After he escaped he became what is basically a bounty hunter. Well, that and a bunch of other things, but directly after that he made it his mission to hunt down criminals and hand them in for the money until he had enough to upgrade his gear.
Nowadays he’s just sort of… vibing around. Takes the odd job here and there but all in all he doesn't really do anything. He has his reputation, The Blood Hunter, which doesn't make him think back to his days in the area with all those voices chanting Blood for the Blood God-
He isn't traumatized. He swears.
Anyways, he has his reputation as an all powerful bounty hunter, The Blood Hunter (how original), who liked potatoes, or as close to potatoes as he can get out here, and can’t ever seem to die.
Usually he gets the more… unsavory jobs because of this.
So you can understand his confusion when he gets a job offer from a space pirate that seemingly just wants him to… be a part of their crew?
Like, no job description, just a little text popping up from his watch like a little hologram, which is so cool his inner child is delighted, that, to summarize, basically reads, ‘Hey! Do you want to come hang out on our ship for like a couple months as we travel to xxx planet?’
It actually isn't the first time he’s gotten asks like this. Techno is very popular, in both good ways and bad. Lots of enemies and lots of fans who would love to have him around.
He ignores them, usually, but this one is different.
Because it's from Captain Philza of the Hardcore, a dangerous man- er, Elytrian? Bird. Birdman.
But yeah, the crew of the Hardcore, a massive fortified ship that is apparently needlessly big for their small crew of five. He doesn't know much about them, other than the rumors, but he does know they’re anarchists who like causing trouble for the Council. So.
He’ll just say it's because he needed a ride over to some of the planets they were going to anyways, and not because he was lonely and a bit curious.
Because that would be ridiculous.
But he did accept the offer.
Which is how he found himself a temporary member of the crew.
Or… it was supposed to be temporary, but now it's been over a year now, and he just… hasn't left. Techno may be… attached. Maybe. Possibly.
Oh who is he kidding. He’s feeling incredibly guilty about not telling them about who he is, what he is, especially after they’ve been so accepting and… Oh he’s so screwed.