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CORBYN SPECIAL

      
REMINDER: THIS IS A ONE TIME THING SINCE THE BOYS MADE THEIR FIRST ALBUM. SO PROUD!! AND FOR REACHING 101K!! ITS TWO MONTHS TOO LATE BUT YOU CANT RUSH CREATIVITY. ITS ALSO THE LONGEST BY FAR REACHING A TOTAL OF ALMOST 17k WORDS!

Yes...the title is cheesy but ASDFGHJKL.

Schooled: In space, time is different so one year up there can be like 10 on earth. Just a little bit of knowledge for the time difference.

Also..the song inspired the concept so no hate...okay, bye ✌🏼

// Corbyn of the Galaxy //

  April 12, 2058
You bustle down the busy streets of Chicago, weaving in and out of other walkers. Some part, and you smile at them grateful. You were late as is and you didn't need to be even later.

  Up ahead, you spot the grand golden revolving door that would lead you to face the monster called your boss. But, you couldn't really blame him. Trying to maintain the law on earth and in space was hard work.

Twenty five years ago, the earth started to become over populated. Gas prices went too high, there was a power shortage, no food, and crime tripled. So, scientists started to look for a way to fix the problem. After years of research, they had found that Jupiter and Mars were habitable, so the government sent people to space.
After successfully colonizing, more and more people started to pack up to take the three month trip to Mars - it's even longer trip to Jupiter- and earth became manageable again.

The only downside
Was that Extraterrestrials also inhabited the galaxy, and they were not happy about humans coming. The government had solved one problem only to gain another.

But, it quickly got resolved when they assembled the PFE: The Police Force for Extraterrestrials. Not very original, but it worked.

And that's where you come in. You were raised with the chief of the PFE being your father, who passed the love of regulating space to you when he retired 10 years ago. You're the only twenty five year old ever in the history of the PFE that was lead runner for Chief, and probably the most passionate.

You were determined to make sure that humans could live in piece up there.

You walk into the conference room where you chief, Stiles Stilinski, twitches in front of the board. You raise a question if eyebrow at the title: Mission undercover-terrestrial.
Stiles gives you a wink and motions for you to sit in your usual spot.

Not only was he your boss, but he was also your best friend. He was five years older and became chief when he was twenty seven because of his incessant ADHD riddled need to find answers all the time.

You wait for everyone to come in, all of them frowning and granting into their cup of coffee and waiting for the meeting to be over.

" Alright!" Stiles claps after everyone is in. " Today. We are talking about a new issue that has come up near the mars sector."

Everyone murmurs and looks at each other, you sigh. Stiles waves his hands to shush everyone.

" I know I know. It's all exciting. What's not exciting is that a new gang has sprung up. A gang that is quite a threat and for most...rules by a human." Stiles grimly states.

The murmurs returns with a vengeance, and Stiles purses his lips and scrunches his nose the way he does when he gets angry.

" I said shush!" He shouts. Everyone shuts their mouth. " Good. Now that we got that settled." He turns to the power point and clicks the button. The mission name disappears, replaced by a picture of a group.