Chapter 0: Part 1 - Move on

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"Bet I'm in deep shit. Last time he called me to main office was arouuund... eight weeks ago? Damn it... I'm either gonna be assigned some shitty job or be told some sort of expansive lecture, like I'm nothing more than a mutt.

The last thing I need are 'honorable missions' plaguing my damn life right now. My plate's already brimming with cleaning jobs and it'd be a pain in the ass to stack anything else on top of that. If my pretty little hands have to scrape any more brains off the walls, I'm feeding this asshole screws for breakfast. He'll surely love some French toast with a side of molten scrap metal, to start the morning just right. Some crispy crickets plunged in almond milk should serve as a nice side dish.

Three weeks of non-stop chores is still absolutely ridiculous!! He can't honestly believe it's humane to give me this much work on such a tight schedule, right? It literally makes my head hurt.
Are my pranks finally getting to him? There's no doubt about it, if this is how he's reacting. No better way to retaliate, I suppose." - He silently chuckles.

"It doesn't make sense to me. He calls me his right hand just to make me do gutter shit tasks?? Claiming it's a privilege to clean 'mortal remains' for the good of the Colony?
Piss right off! I don't wanna be doing this shit!

But honestly... Nothing else feels right. I guess these jobs are too 'boring' for most people to dive into, and I suppose it falls on someone like me, since this stuff still needs to be done at the end of the day. Seriously, I would've died from the sticks Rhys shoves up my ass if it weren't for Maverick! Not only has he saved me from death out of boredom, he's gone out of his way to talk to Rhys himself to alleviate all my tasks! What a hero!! Putting himself in the line of fire for me!! I would like to express my gratitude for longer than thirty seconds, but Rhys makes that impossible..
Of course! What else was I expecting?

Gaaah... Whatever.."

Kayden murmurs to the little straw doll with two massive googly eyes he's been waving around during his rant.

He is taller than the average person, with a strong build and a vintage-inclined sense of fashion, within what's practical and appealing. He sports a black leather jacket with a fur-like inside, typically with cargo pants and combat bootsDespite the streaks of white breaking up its black aesthetic, his hair is natural and strong, complimenting his dark silver eyes and chiseled face.

After a deep breath, he places the doll in a planter right by the door of the main office. Stepping inside reveals a row of individuals lined up in front of the boss's desk, awaiting orders. One of them stands out—a short-to-medium height girl with a tight, yet stylish black ponytail. She's dressed in a thin white shirt that hangs loosely over a pair of baggy forest green cargo pants, the legs of which are tucked into her military boots.

It's Reyna, his selected soulmate.
Her blue eyes meet his over a glance
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Kayden, surprised: "The hell is this?" - He inquires, as all of his friends are present.

Rhys: "Kayden. Please get in line, I have a mission for everyone present in this room." - With a sharp retort, the boss tugs at the tie snug around his collar, as if re-calibrating himself for a speech. Despite sharp, his voice is soothingas to convey that his powerful words are non-aggressive.

Buzz-cut, light-skin, sharp black eyes, and a charm that overflows with his respect-invoking attire, turn him into a powerful figure to those before him.

Kayden falls in line with the others, listening closely.

Rhys: "Maverick's team has discovered a fresh Contamination Zone pushing the border of the region, and on his request, you will be the ones exploring it. Seeing as his team was running low on supplies when they stumbled upon it, you are the most capable group of individuals to explore it as they recover."

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