It came to the point where the boy just couldn't hold himself any longer. The voices made his heart pound, and he desperately wanted to know what they were speaking of. The light that was edging out of the door's sides made him shiver with excitement. He slid his palms against the door once more, sweat dripping softly against his forehead and pressing into his turquoise and black tinted medium-length hair.
The door opened automatically, which made him trip, but it was left unnoticeable.
Before him was a large room, multiple beings curiously looking at him.
The interior was maddening. It was ridiculously fashionable, and it could turn any passers by envious. Black, blue, red, grey. Those colors were repeated in this spacey environment. It looked like something you'd see in a fantasy film.
There were sets of chairs, visors and unknown patterns on the wall. It made his eyes glisten at the sight of them, for he had never seen anything like that before.
A pink-tinted blush covered his face as all of the people in the room turned his way. There was a man and two younger gentlemen in front of him, that looked about his age... Nearly twenty, or possibly older.
The oldest man, who could maybe be in his fifties or sixties, looked directly at him. He wore what could be a space suit, neon lights striping against the fabrics. His hair was white and combed back, his eyes a cold royal blue tint. They glowed almost identically to his, making him shudder.
"I see that you're awake, Vega," the man spoke. He smiled fondly at the boy, his teeth glistening with a familiar white glow. The man acted like he had seen 'Vega' before, even though he didn't seem the least bit familiar.
Vega felt as if he had seen this man before as well, but he wasn't sure when or where. These situations were useless and didn't come in handy at all. It was like a tease... An unrealistic curiosity that couldn't be properly fulfilled. What was the point of them?
"Y-yes," Vega responded, still attempting to adjust to his voice. A few people chuckled calmly at his stutter, making him slightly red in the face. His name was Vega. Vega.
"Come, come here," the man said, tilting his fingers towards the boy, as if he was beckoning him.
He nervously walked over to the man, his mind dripping with nervousness and his heart pounding endlessly. His palms remained to sweat softly as he clutched them into fists.
The man grabbed his wrist and studied it for a moment. It didn't take too long before he let go, looked at the boy square in the eyes.
"Seven."
"Seven?"
"The seventh. You're the seventh."
"What does that mean?"
"The seventh project."
The man smiled at him, taking a glass into his hand and sipping it. It had a strange neon liquid held inside, slipping into his mouth. It looked almost yellow. It reminded Vega of magic or something like that. It wasn't something you'd find out and about. It looked like something rare, like it was from a fantasy realm.
Vega gritted his teeth, his mind over thinking.
"What is my purpose? What is the seventh project?" Vega curiously asked. He couldn't recall the previous events, especially the sci-fi resembling path, the cord in his back, the dark room, the neon eyes. It didn't make sense... None of it.
"Well, Vega... Your purpose is to fight, you see. You're a little something that is known as a 'Voyager', or, well... You're going to train to become one. A commander, a fighter. Starship operator, leader, hero. Something like that," the man smiled, still not revealing his name, which struck Vega's curiosity.
