Star Children (Old Prologue/ Pilot) The real story is not done

Is it too late to pretend that it's all just a hallucination?

'Why am I even here, I should be sleeping...'

Lutho thought as he rubbed his burning eyes.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, looming over his ever-growing pile of paperwork, while being stuck in the silver tower.

And yes.

He was still inside of the prison, even though he should've gone home hours ago.

But instead, the general decided to dump the whole Interrogation process onto him and keep him awake with even more unfinished paperwork. As if he didn't have enough to do.

At this point, the only silver lining that he saw, was that they had given him unlimited access to coffee.

He was pretty sure that that, was by now the only thing that kept him from passing out.

So, it wasn't really a surprise how the paperwork, that should've occupied around a hundred soldiers, only landed on his table and a few other exceptions.

Nearly all of his colleagues were either too lazy or too inexperienced to know how to properly fill out the reports, and thus he had to "help" them more often than not.

Groaning loudly he dropped his head onto the table, the sound echoing in the empty grey room that he was stuck in.

He let out a relieved sigh.

His mind was finally quiet.

The pain from the impact effectively extinguished his overly loud thoughts that kept him from working properly.

But this moment of silence died quickly, as he remembered how he ended up here in the first place.

Lutho savored the blissful quiet, as he sat at his desk while finishing the last pieces of work for the day.

Reports and Documents were scattered all over the desk and floor.

His normally clean office, looked as if a paper storm had found its way inside.

Yawning loudly, he rubbed his deep black eyes and stretched one last time, before standing up to collect the scattered papers.

He didn't need to look into a mirror to know that he looked terrible.

The heavy eyebags, the dull skin, the hair, all of that was just highlighting the fact that he was working himself to ruin.

His sister would've killed him by now if she saw how bad in shape he was.

After all, it wasn't easy to be in charge of a whole district and being understaffed at the same time.

His little brother on the other hand, would definitely use the chance to try and challenge him to a fight. Regardless of how tired he was.

Well, either that, or he would just ignore him. They had become more distant after that incident anyway.

Sighing at the thought, he picked up the last papers from the floor and placed them on his table in an orderly fashion.

Shutting off the lights in his dark blue office, he walked into the hallway and began to make his way home.

But before he left the building, he wanted to check the barracks one last time. Just to make sure that his soldiers were truly asleep and not planning any mischief like some of the younger ones would.

Or try to play: poke the creepy plant in jail again. It was bad enough the first time they did that.

Regarding the stations, the whole city had several districts and therefore one 'main station' for each of them.

Eight in total.