Vyral

Chapter 0: Part 1 - Move on

"Bet I'm in deep shit. Last time he called me to main office waaas... 8 weeks ago? Damn... I'm either gonna be assigned a shitty job to do or be told some sort of expansive lecture like I'm nothing more than a mutt.

I really don't need his 'honorable missions' plaguing my life right now. I already have plenty of stuff to clean up and it'd be a pain in the ass to stack anything else on top of that. If my pretty little hands have to clean any more brains off the walls, I'm force feeding this asshole screws for breakfast. I'm sure he'll like his french toast with a side of molten scrap metal, to start off the morning just right. Some crispy crickets dipped in almond milk should make for a nice side dish.

3 weeks of chores is absolutely ridiculous, he can't honestly think it's humane to give a single person this much work, right? It literally makes my head hurt.

Could it be that my pranks are finally doing a number on him? I wouldn't doubt it if this is how he's reacting. I suppose there's no better way to get back at me." He silently chuckles.

"It doesn't make sense. 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! This isn't the type of stuff I wanna be doing!

But honestly... Nothing else feels right. Nobody volunteers for these mundane jobs anymore, and since these things need to be done, I suppose it falls on me.
If it wasn't for Maverick saving us from death out of boredom, I would've died from the sticks Rhys shoves up my ass! He even went out of his way to speak to the man for even the slightest chance to alleviate my tasks. I wish I could be grateful to him for more than 30 seconds, but of course, Rhys makes that impossible.. Go figure."

"Ahh... Whatever.."

Kayden murmurs to the little straw-doll with two massive googly eyes he's been waving around during his rant, followed by a deep breath, and places it in a planter right at the door of the main office. Stepping inside reveals a series of individuals lined up affront the boss's desk, awaiting orders. One of them stands out, a short-to-medium height girl featuring a tight, yet stylish black ponytail, dressed in a thin white shirt that hangs over a set of baggy black cargo pants, whose leg openings are tucked into her military boots. 

It's Reyna, his selected soulmate.

Kayden: "The hell is this?" - He inquires, struck with surpise as his eyes land on all his current friends.
Rhys: "Kayden. Please get in line, I have a mission for everyone present in this room." - The boss retorts, fixing the tie wrapped around the collar of his jacket.

Kayden listens as he lines up with the others.

Rhys: "Maverick and his team discovered a fresh Contamination Zone close to the border of the region, and I am assigning the mission of exploring it to all of you. Although you haven't found it, he insisted on passing it over, seeing as his team was running low on supplies when they stumbled upon it. This makes you the most optimal group of individuals to explore it while they recover."

Due to being on a comfortable level with Rhys, Kayden often forgets to read the room and properly interpert certain situations. This is one of such, where he can't informally chat with him as he's used to.

Kayden: "You gotta be kidding me. Reyna doesn't go, I'm trying to keep her safe in case you forgot."
Rhys: "I'm afraid that is not possible, under these circumstances."
Kayden: "Why the hell not? You can't just do anything you want, Rhys."
Rhys: "Actually, I can. Because I, Kayden, am the one responsible for this Colony, just in case you forgot."