In the year 50,010, a mysterious gate appeared on Alcatraz Prime, the Galactic Federation's first and oldest prison world.
After inhabitants from the other side of the gate attacked the prison, the Federation called for an investigation of the other...
I know, I know. I said I would focus on my current stories some time ago, but I've had this idea in my head far longer than my current stories, so I finally stopped procrastinating on it and finally decided to start on it.
I won't take up to much time, so let's start. Also, don't worry about anything not being explained or not being explained a lot, because I'll do that in a separate chapter later on, but if you have questions, feel free to ask.
"How the fuck did you fumble the ball!"
*Shlurp.*
Maximilian Stacker, or more commonly known as Max, slurped up some of his noodles and looked at the source of the voice.
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If was a man wearing the same uniform as him.
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This was his friend, Alexander Jameson, or Alex, as he preferred to be called.
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The two of them are prison guards for Alcatraz-01. The largest prison in the Alcatraz System.
Though they were officially soldiers within the Federation Army, more commonly known as the Colonial Guard, they had to play prison guard for the most dangerous prison on their side of the galaxy.
It wasn't all bad though. Alex, his senior, proved to be endless entertainment every time a Crash Ball game was on.
"Ha! That's 500 creds you owe me!" A scratchy voice hissed.
