Your species was a smaller one, not very strong—yet peaceful. You all lived safe from harm, with no other species coming to bother you, or take control of your land, with valuable resources.

That was until the viltrumites. Two had came, and they left a trail of devastation in their path. You and your people managed to band together to take one down to the grave—but the other one, was too much.

In a flash of cowardly behavior; you fled and hid. Enough in the open to watch majority of your people, the fighters—be slaughtered.

You thought you and the rest would be killed—the viltrumites were too strong! And all the fighters of your species were now dead, or too wounded by the aliens sent to take over your home planet.

As you closed your eyes; ready for the death or the viltrumite to conquer your planet, there was a small hiss of air. You opened your eyes—looking at the space ship that had landed.

A huge, strong white Lion creature, beast stepped out. It had a huge mace it slung over-top it’s huge shoulder, covered in fur. Thick, braids twisted into its mane, and large canines from his mouth, it roared.

You could hear it’s deep voice from the battle field, it called itself Battlebeast. It was looking for strong opponents to fight, a worthy opponent. Of course the viltrumite fought it.

After a longish battle—Battle beast, you and your species “savior” was victorious. It placed its paw foot on top of the dead body—licking its now bloodied jaws. It seemed it relished in the fight of creatures stronger than it, but wasn’t hostile towards smalls ones. You thought.

Seeing the outcome of the battle you and others of your species came out the hiding places. Surrounding the huge beast. You, being the strongest species left, (but no where near as strong as the original string creatures), you spoke for your species.

Battle beast licked his jaws again—cleaning some of the sticky blood off, raising an eyebrow at you as it looked down. Maybe you could convince it to lead your species?