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A glimpse into Xisuma’s history, fifteen years before his entrance into Hermit’s Hollow on Earth and five years before his decision to sign the contract with 7Zee. This moment is what led him to find solace on a planet that is not the best place for his species.

The planet, Nioliv, is home to the voidwalkers, rich in magic only those with a connection to the deep void can properly wield. At the age of five is when he had his first few lessons in Void Magic, and at the age of ten is when he started to learn how to navigate the sea that covered most of Nioliv. Twenty years it had taken him to earn his first staff, and when he had learned the very meaning behind his particular brand of magic, of what it means to be marked by lightning. It was a truth that had Xisuma running for the hills, hoping that it was only a horrid joke told to him by his sibling.

The air is a wet warmth that causes his fur to stick in clumps and to his skin, making the tired Voidwalker uncomfortable in his own clothes and skin. A look to the sky reveals that there is no promise of weather that might take away the wet heat, or at least weather that just might help him cool down.

Tugging at his shirt to become more comfortable in this disgusting weather, Xisuma makes his way around the ranch to take stock of what he had been dropped into. Behind him, the pod that he was sent into space with slowly but surely sinks into a puddle of goo onto the path far in front of the ranch's house. When it eventually rains on this new planet, it's a certainty that the rain will wash away the goo that is left behind.

There are eight empty slots prepped to be set up and used surrounding the house, with one large group of four and the rest split between two groups of two. One of the slots from the group of four is already set up as a corral for one of the local species in the area, empty and a bit on the small side from what Xisuma has seen in pictures and videos. It was a favorite pass time of his to do when he and his sibling were younger, to see what the multitude of 7Zee's ranchers could think of to pen in a variety of creatures from the planets that they were sent to.

With the way that the corral looks, Xisuma wonders as to what kind of creatures live on this planet. He wasn't told much as he was hustled into the pod, the group of scientists happily talking to each other as they led him to the bottom of the rather small rocket ship. All they had stated that it would be a safe trip for him to take, and that a few things were already prepped and ready to go, just simply waiting for his arrival. After that, they had closed the lid of the pod, and it had sent him into a cryo-induced sleep that lasted for an entire year.

It is something that he is excited for, but also a small bit worried about. He doesn't know just what kind of things that he'll be attempting to pen in, or just how dangerous these things would be. While a small bit familiar to what his eyes can see, it is a whole new world that he is now living in. For all intense and purposes, he is now at the bottom of the food chain here in the Far, Far Range.

Well, up until the Voidwalker figures out how things function here. There is one thing that Xisuma is certain of: a Voidwalker is quick to figure out where on the food chain he lands before he ends up dead or end up cleaning up for those who don't deserve it with no way out.

Now somewhat familiar with his new home, Xisuma wants to get out there and figure out what exactly this planet has to offer him and 7Zee. The sooner he does, the better.

Xisuma knew that this place was familiar. Seeing the Dry Reef had reminded him of the cooking videos that the famed Tinfoil Chef would make, using the crops he'd grow on his ranch to cook his own food. It seems like Xisuma had inherited the man's old ranch home, the man having gone missing some odd years ago to who knows where. There is little to know of what had happened to make the rancher vanish, all that is known is that he stopped sending any kind of plorts and correspondence to 7Zee. The best that 7Zee could say was that Tinfoil was still alive and was somewhere in the solar system he was living in, as a few other ranchers in the area still got letters from the missing member of their group.

   Not only was it seeing the Dry Reef with his own eyes that clued him in, but the sight of a few pink slimes that were wandering around the pathway leading up to the ranch. They had barely given him a glance as he had made his way towards possible sources of food, having known that 7Zee wouldn't have provided him with anything more than what was needed for the first five days. Research and proof from the previous rancher had proven that it is possible to live off the land, and 7Zee had decided to give Xisuma only the basics for a handful of days.

Though, if he needs any help in terms of food, he's certain that he can find some of help from several of the other ranchers. Though, Xisuma is not sure if he has to offer anything to get any kind of help from the others. Now that is something he is going to have to figure out before something like hunger becomes a serious problem for him.

Shaking his head, Xisuma runs a hand down the pink slime that sits next to him. Friendly creatures he knows that the pink slime tend to be, and far less sticky to his skin and fur then he imagined for something made entirely out of slime. It is strange that the creatures evolved to leave some residue on the world around them but leave not a single trace on him. Stranger even for that residue to fade away after a few minutes of no slimes being in its vicinity. Every single pink slime had found its way to his side out of what is clearly curiosity, the residue they left behind under the pogofruit tree after about five minutes of the slimes behind by his side.

   It is a shame, really, that their friendliness and their numbers is what made them pretty much useless later on in Chef's life as the rancher. It isn't hard to walk down the front path and find about ten pink slimes gorging themselves on the wild carrots and pogofruit laying around, their plorts scattered around them. Upon spotting the current group of slime, Xisuma was quick to levitate large handfuls of plorts into one of his bags as he considered bringing back several carrots or pogofruit to the ranch. Even if he doesn't bring the produce back, they're not too hard to find and both are quick to grow back if the slimes eat everything.

Eyeing both slime and produce, he eventually shakes his head and continues on his path forward. It is not worth the time to try and corral the slimes into his bag alongside the food, then bring them back to the ranch when they're already so close to it as is. He has no issue making the short trip between this area and his new home, though it will become a tiring hassle after who knows how long. If he remembers some of those videos right, he'll be able to get access to more slots then the eight that he started with.

Spotting a few hen hens pop into view out of the corner of his eye, Xisuma starts to wonder if signing this contract was truly worth it. Though, now is not the time to start regretting his choices. Home was... it was something that he needed to get away from, that is something he knows. But he's starting to miss Earth, starting to miss the people that he had left behind in Hermit's Hollow. Despite that, there is still an ache that that sits deep in his chest that refuses to go away.

The sky is starting to darken as Xisuma makes his way back to the ranch, a few tabby slimes and stony hens now in two of his other bags. Just like the with the pink slimes, the tabbies were friendly as he had made his way through their home, just far more mischievous as they ran off with some of the heart beets that he was trying to collect. It was a hassle to chase after them to retrieve the veggies, though Xisuma was able to enchant the scent of one of the hen hens onto a nearby plant to distract the mischievous slimes.

The thoughtless act had made him realize that he could do the same to one of the bags, making it easier to get several of the tabbies to the corral. They had gone in without much issue, not even making a peep as he closed the bag's opening. He had sighed in relief as the bag had only shaken slightly, the tabbies taking up the last of the four bags that he had been given.

Now back at his now permanent home, Xisuma is quick to drop the twenty plorts he had managed to get from the pink slimes at the Market. While small is the amount that he was given, it was enough to allow Xisuma to make the corral taller for the tabby slimes. Expansion now slowly being added, he's quick to drop both tabbies and stony hens into the corral. The tabbies yawn as they make their way around their now smaller home, two of them quickly but tiredly catching stony hens to eat before falling asleep.

Xisuma smiles at the sight, picking up the few plorts that their meals had left behind before leaving the corral. With a quick step back to the Market before going back to the house, it is a letter he finds on the table when he opens the door. Frowning he picks it up after starting setting the kettle on the stove, thankful that 7Zee had thought of sending one to the Ranch before his arrival.

Tapping his nails against the table, he wonders just how the Corporation managed to get the letter here if they are still based on Earth. It is not like the Far, Far Range is within easy flying distance of the other planet. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he finally reads what is written on the letter.

To: Xisuma Void Far, Far Range From: Xizara Void The End, Nioliv

Answer: its cubfan