The Rise of the Rygar Chapter One

Razor looked through the Prison bars again, as he had done for every night of his life.
He was a slave, a prisoner. Born into a corrupt world to do as the so called Science League wished him to, and that was to work until he died and have as many children as possible to continue the labor which in truth would never end.
But that's not all he was. His people were sent to the planet Rygar by the Earth government to train an army. An army superior to any that had been fielded before; they would be trained from birth to be soldiers, learn to survive on even the harshest environments imaginable. And become a breed of soldiers with the sole purpose of defending Earth and its colonies.
At least that's what Razors father had told him. Over time the scientists became corrupt and, with a group of betrayer Rygar and their security forces launched a surprise attack and enslaved all the Rygar who had not sided with them previously.
Razor looked down at the ground, solid concrete; even his reinforced body could not break it. This place was built to keep even the largest Rygar man without a fuss.
But tonight… Tonight would bring more change than many inhabitants of the planet would like. The Rygar had been planning. They were strong, and this cold and harsh prison complex had only a small garrison, most of them were normal, humans, without anything more than combat gear and some weapons. Most of which were locked away.
The guards were jumpy; the more docile prisoners like Razor had been kept in less secure conditions, believing that this separation meant the more dangerous members wouldn't influence the rest.
Razor was one of the most dangerous members, but he was also cunning, he had never been the strongest or fastest, like some of the others who had escaped and joined a near mythical tribe of Rygar who supposedly live near one of the only temperate oceans of the frozen planet. Razor, was different, he was cunning, and smart, but he was also strong. He was although not the best at anything, he was well balanced.
He looked at the two guards walking around, their shift was about to change, he walked up to the bars. One of the two guards walked past his cell, Razor spoke softly into the man's ear "Cycle unlocks," The guard kept walking as though nothing had happened, but as Razor listened, he could quietly hear the words being repeated over, and over throughout the section of the prison.
Razor slinked back to the shadows of his cell; he had just started a rebellion with two words.

Crater lay on the ground; he had been beaten, again. The guards beat him once a week for no reason. He was one of the "unfavoured" placed in a worse than average section with high security mainly because he stood up for anyone being taken advantage of. He was a large Rygar but not massive like some of the others. He looked up; a guard was looking at him.
"What do you want?" Crater croaked through his broken lips.
"Cycle unlocks. You're up," The guard replied before marching off.
Crater slinked up to the bars and yelled over to another prisoner. "Hey Balders, can I borrow your mum? I need some entertainment tonight!" Balders already had the guard go past so he would understand what this meant. His reply came almost straight away.
"What was that stick? Come over here and say that!"
"Okay Fag, as long as your mums there I'm gonna be there!"
The guards occasionally let the prisoners out to fight each other for sport. Often even letting others out as well. And there hadn't been any fights for some time. All the doors slid open. And two hundred Rygar flew out of their cells to watch a mock "fight". Chanting and yelling as they went.
"It's only a matter of moment's guards," Crater mumbled to himself as he limbered up to Balder. "Before you're the ones running,"

Sirens blared in the prison only two hours after Razor spoke to the guard. He was now sitting cross-legged on the floor. He felt surprisingly calm for what he was about to do. He had ripped the arms off his orange prison jumpsuit, the large muscles on his arms bulged betraying the power he was capable of wielding. The tear was a small sign of defiance prior to the events he had set in motion.
As the guards ran past towards the cellblock which had been compromised by Crater and his boys Razor nodded to one of the guards. A convert, a guard who worked with them. Who quickly slid back and stayed behind, he had already disabled the cameras to loop old footage. The convert opened Razors cell and handed him a spare set of keys. Razor accepted them and quickly began to open other cells and within a quarter of an hour they were all… free.
A group of guards ran past and stopped. They were unarmed and seemed to be heading towards the nearest armoury. They turned shocked. The Rygar moved. Razor at the head, a battle cry they had decided on before, rumbling from their lungs, "TOGETHER!" they cried.
On impact the guards reeled. Only one of them was even a Rygar themselves and they were outnumbered fifty to one. Razor slammed the only Rygar in the unit against a wall and smashed his face with his own hands until the guards head caved in. It wasn't a pretty sight but Razor never expected anything but. This was a prisoner rebellion, it had to be messy.
Next step was secure weapons, and they split into twenty man teams. Heading towards the nearest place where the mining tools were kept. Razor kicked its door in and they grabbed everything, from picks to large drills. They now had makeshift weapons in their possession.
Things were about to become interesting.
Razor's right hand man approached the new rebellion's leader, his name was Weapon. A large pickaxe was slung over his broad shoulder.
"Where next sir?" Weapon asked. His voice was kept low but it still managed to echo off the nearby walls.
"Next, cell block five, you said there were some 'interesting' individuals in there," Razor grinned, which earned him some smiles from his rag tag team.
"There is, well one at least but he will surely make up for the fact that it's a calm block,"
"I can't wait," Razor said, motioning Weapon to take point. The former prisoners started jogging down the concrete corridors of their former prison.
Every few feet a body lay on the floor, broken beyond recognition. Or a pool of blood or discarded pickaxes. Each a sign of battle, but also a sign of freedom.
The Rygar team occasionally picked up one or two more soldiers or converts as they jogged through the corridors. Each fell into the small column easily. Even though to a normal human, their speed would be almost unattainable.
Cell block five was unremarkable. Other than the large "5" up on the wall, this was similar to Razor's, blocks "20". At least two hundred Rygar were kept in this room. And judging by the two guards then these must have mostly been women and pacifists.
The two guards leapt to their feet. One had been leaning against the bars of one of the cells, the other on had been leaning on an opposite wall further away from the Rygar column.
The closer one was clearly a Rygar himself, being easily two heads taller than his companion. Who had gone pale white at the sound of the former prisoners approaching.
In a moment the Rygar guard had a pistol up and pointed directly at Razors chest. But even as he did the second guard became even paler and began to point his finger to something in the cell next to the larger man.
Before the ghost like man could even squeal the Rygar guards head exploded with a wet whack.
The sound of concrete hitting concrete echoed just as the pale guard fainted where he stood.
The sound of heavy footfalls came from the cell next to the dead guard. Weapon smirked.
"Mister Razor, meet the titan of the mines, Mimir, the giant of giants!" Weapon spoke in a proud tone as the footfalls continued to pound heavily on the concrete. A short while passed before a chain snapped somewhere in the cell and two huge hands gripped the small metal door to the cell.
With little apparent effort the being known as Mimir forced the door from its hinges, and gripping it like a shield with his left hand walked from the cell.
Mimir was at least nine feet tall and covered in dark brown hair. Even among the Rygar he was ridiculously large and clearly all muscle.
"That's the first time I ever struck a guard, I thought they would be tougher," the mass of muscle rumbled.
"Very nice," Razor beamed. "Welcome, to the rebellion Mimir,"