The Prologue they didn't want

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"Out of the night that covers me.
Black as the pits from pole to pole.
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul."

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\The Captain/

Youthfulness is something many take for granted. To be fair, the captain does not age. He hadn't aged in eons, it's part of the the curse.

Or so he thought.

In the ever so Titanic space vessel high above Earth simply known as "Base 1," the Captain starts his daily routine to care for his hygiene.

Few ever really see him, but someone has to manage the damn space hunk. Today his stares at the mirror, expecting the same 20-something year old baby face with a bit of a stubble on his chin. What caught his eyes was a more mature face, wrinkles lining his jawline and a fairly full beard.

His eyes widened from instantly recognizing a change. "OH SHIT, It's time!"

The last time he aged was several hundred years ago when the last batch of M.O.D.S appeared.. they're here again, and there are more of them than last time.
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The excitement brimmed in The Captain's voice as he got on the main comms system. "Agent L32, we got a code M!"
In moments, a rather dull men in Black looking man enters the Captain's quarters. "You called, sir?" He asked with a monotonous voice, his usual.

"It's time to activate them, Les. I want you to do your thing and retrieve them.. also, look a bit more.. ah, presentable. Blonde hair with  bangs and blue eyes should do the trick."

"Understood, sir. The message has been sent, they should already know we will be coming for them."

The captain smiled. "Good-good!" He clapped his hands together. "Les, do you like cats?"

"I think I'm fond of them, so yes." Responsded a new, cheerier voice as the Blondie with bangs pushed flecks of hair away from their face.

"Cool. I'm sending my cat with you then. Take good care of him."

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Agent L32 leaves the Captain's quarters. A moment later, a Black cat enters the blondie's arms

 A moment later, a Black cat enters the blondie's arms

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"Shall we go then?" L32 asks the cat. The nimble little creature's response was a simple meow. That was a yes.

So sad how this also means that the unwanted one will soon return. The cat does not care about that, but L32 might.
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And now the process of picking everyone up shall begin. It won't take long to get everyone together. Hop on the "bus," a old decommissioned bus that stops at your place of residence and honks repeatedly. Don't hop on and you are likely to be knocked unconscious by a tranquilizer dart.
(Saturn role unaccounted for at this time..)

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