I am Karai

Prologue

I am Karai. No last name. Just Karai. I am a part of 9DPC. 9th Division Population Control of 2248. I am not going to say many good things in this book. This is going to be a sad story. It is a true story. No. Not just a true story. My story. And let me warn you, it is not for the faint of heart.

I was an orphan, just like the other 780 other children in the 9DPC. The first time the organization was formed I was just a baby. Three months old, at least that is what they told me. In the beginning there were ten of us. Five boys and five girls. We were each around the same age when they found us. They gave us numbers, and those numbers were what we called each other. I was 8, my best friend was 6.

She was a lively girl with an upbeat attitude. She was also very pretty. We were opposites, she had white, blonde wavy hair that was tied in loose twin braids, olive eyes, and pale, freckled skin. I however was born with jet black straight hair that was left untamed and untied except when I trained, brown eyes that looked red in the light, slightly brown skin and a 'beauty mark' on my right cheek. Not only that but our personalities were different too. 6 was bubbly full of life and very, very loud, but me, I was reserved, nervous and had anger issues that flared up at the littlest things, like when 10 would come ask me an extremely stupid joke like: Why does the turkey cross the road? To get away from Instructor Scott.

Ahh yes. The instructors, our teachers. We had individual teachers for combat training and when we were together, they taught us all different subjects. Maria was Mathematics, Dennis was Biochemistry, Dixy was Biology, Errapel was Medical Science, Anne was History, Caroline was SETLF (Study of Extra-Terrestrial Life forms), Sandra was mechanics, Cee was Mental Psychology, Charles was Science and Scott was English. We were supposed to say instructor in front of their names. My instructor was Cee. She was the best fighter in my opinion and taught me many psychology tricks to use in battle. For example, if you are in a closed terrain leave fake tracks for your enemy to follow if their main sense is smell then cover yourself in any sort of liquid to cover your scent. If the enemy can feel vibration stay above ground etc. She believed deception was the quickest path to victory and she was right.

We had our own dorms too. I chose to share mine and luckily my partner was 6. We were both clean freaks, so our room was always spotless. It wasn't the kind of rooms normal soldiers would have. Our room had white walls with a black analogue clock, an AC, two double door wardrobes, and two bunk-beds. Our beds were facing each other, and both had a window to let in the light. Where the bottom bunk should've been were two desks with desk lamps a drawer and a wheelie chair. As well as a slide to get down. Of course, this room had bathroom with two sinks.

My wardrobe was simple. A small three, drawer cabinet with a horizontal metal pole near the top to hang my clothing and a small slab of wood to keep my pants. The top cabinet drawer was to keep my undergarments, the middle drawer to keep my nightwear and the bottom drawer to keep my weapons, earpiece, night goggles and utility belt. The metal pole hung my casual clothes, training uniform and military suit. My casual clothing was a black crop top, a pair of army cargo pants with a brown waistline complete with black converse boots. Whilst my training uniform was a simple black shirt and ankle length tights.

The military uniform was custom made to best suit our abilities I was flexible and strong, easily surpassing my friends in gymnastics. I was also top in my class and help a special liking hand to hand combat, so my costume was a black t-shirt and under that a skin-tight long sleeved black shirt that reached up to my wrist finished off with fingerless gloves and a silver pair of knuckle braces.

Where a pocket should've been there was a strap on tag adorned with the number 8 with a utility belt that held poisons, cures, and medical equipment in case of an emergency. I had cargo boots with retractable blades that could adapt to different climates. My life was all supplied for and all of us thought that the instructors were training us for something that was never going to happen. We should've known.