Soul Shards of Theta: Origins Saga

Sunny Dilbert Dee'Roo:

• History:

Sodaroo are a race of Sapient Kangaroo, living on the Continent of Re-Bottled, on the planet Zoonited. Located on the other side of the world from Zootopia.

This species of kangaroo were absolutely obsessed with soft drinks. Finding them as discarded relics from an ancient, and lost, civilization.

When Sodaroo first started forming tribes, they would give shiny cans, relics they found, to their intended. The more it resembled their desired mate, the better. This caused Sodaroos to evolve with brighter fur patterns, and in more flashy colors.

Sodaroo also had a genetic dependency on their drink. Needing to consume it, as often as humans require water. They can even breathe while submerged in the stuff.

Dilbert came from a long line of orange juice based Sodaroos. So his fur looked very similar to the drink. However... Sunny was not like most. As he looked as if he was from a rival clan.

His father was an unknown to the Clan, whom the boy's family assumed his mother had a fling, with a Sodaroo from a clan that contradicted their goal of genetic purity (as all Sodaroo hold true). Unaware Dilbert was born as the child of a living planet.

Which is the reason he had a number of throwback genes. The Celestial genes woke up a few recessive bloodlines, in his DNA.

Unlike most Roos, he had giant webbed claws (bigger then his head), a platypus tail, and webbed feet... as well as fangs and sharp teeth. Then, unlike his clan of simply orange, he was even colored like a bottle of Sunny D.

Even his name, was a way of the clan distancing themselves from him.

He had a Warrior Class, combined with a Monk Archetype. Making him extremely physically powerful, as well as had control over his physical energy, AKA "Ki".

Giving him many abilities from Dragon Ball Z, Yu Yu Hakusho, and Iron Fist.

• POV:

I barreled through the mutated beast. Swinging my massive claws, through the giant's underbelly. The monster stood before me and my prize. Really, not a smart place to be.

I slid on my tail, to dodge it's attack, kicking with my massive, kangaroo style feet, as I spun around it.

The creature fell with a thump, allowing me to claim my prize, something I had been searching for, for years.

A genuine, perfect condition, gallon of Sunny D.

I prized this, over all other drinks. Although it was also the source of my greatest shame.

It was unopened, not even cracked. The Chemists would be able to reverse engineer the valuable liquid inside.

This way my clan could start producing the product, themselves, to sustain me. I would no longer be dependent on a rival clan, for sustenance. It might be enough for my clan to stop resenting me.

We Sodaroos take our beverages very seriously.

It was even more valuable, given it was a relic of pre-recorded history. Whatever lifeforms that used to roam our world, they had left behind such priceless artifacts. It was the duty of every Sodaroo, to reverse engineer what was lost.

So traveling the island continent of a post apocalypse Australia? Fighting to bring such luxurious drinks to the rest of the world?

I felt like I was accomplishing something. Rebuilding the world, and recovering luxuries of the past...

"Seriously? Your legitimately colored like a Sunny D bottle?"

I spun around, spotting some bizarre blue roo... with tentacles for hair. She was beautiful beyond all reasoning. For crying out loud, I was gay and even I found her attractive!

It took me a moment to realize she had insulted me... her mistake.

I was rather sensitive about my colors. I was a bright yellow, with an orange underbelly, a blue "trim" in my fur, blue hair on the top of my head, and pure white eyes. I was a Sunny D roo... in a clan of Simply Orange. It was well known I was an outcast... and it didn't help I needed to drink Sunny D to live. It was my water, like most pure blood roos, with their own clan beverage.

I quickly put my treasure into a case, and stuffed it in my bag. Then proceeded to leap out of my crater. Landing in front of the punk that clearly just came here to cause trouble. If there was one thing I refused to tolerate. It was a bully.

Towering over the blue kangaroo, that dared mock so sensitive a subject, I cracked my knuckles.

The woman seemed to make the connection, "Woh now, I'm not looking for a fight."

I gritted my teeth, "Then you really shouldn't have come to the wastelands."

I swung my claw, only for the little shit to dodge. Luckily, the second crater I created, did some decent damage to her ego. The little shit clearly paled.

Channeling my roo speed, I charged straight for her. She didn't even have time to draw her sword, before I was right in front of her.

Suddenly, her eyes glowed, my whole body was held in some kind of stasis field. With the roo just holding out her own glowing hand.

"Gods damn WITCH!!!" I accused.

"Now what's wrong with that?" A familiar voice got my attention.

"Haunter!?" I struggled to turn my head, but thankfully he stepped into my view. Looking as equally pissed as I was.

"That's Haunted! Ha-n-tid! I'm a Gastly! Not a Haunter!" His Skull-like head somehow pouted.

"What the fuck is a Gastly?" All I could do, was roll my eyes. For that matter, what was a "Haunter"? I just recall some Taur kid, calling him that.

The gorgeous blue roo finally recovered. Pulling out a badge. Identifying her as a Time Agent. My world may be "primitive" but it was considered a high priority to those temporal cops... given we were "Refugees the Doctor relocated".

I just sneered at her. "I don't care who you are! You got an arse kicking coming your way!"

Haunter gave another sigh, "He didn't mean anything by it. She is just ignorant of Sodaroo culture."

How could a roo not know Sodaroo culture? And what was with that pronoun switch? Was it just a slip of the tongue?

Regardless, "Then she's about to learn about it the hard way!" Dilbert raged, though still couldn't move.

Haunter sighed, "Come on D, can you just let this slide? Otherwise we're just going to have to hold you here, for the next few hours, until you agree to hear us out."

I growled, but took in a deep breath, trying to clear my head... I owed Haunter a favor. He totally saved my bacon, when he saved my exploration team a few weeks back... still not sure how he knew about that sandstorm, rolling in.

"I don't kill her... and we're even." I gritted my teeth.

Haunter tilted his head. Before making a counter offer, "Don't kill her, AND hear us out. Even seriously consider our offer. THEN we are even."

I weighed my options... "Deal."