Just to let you know, this has nothing to do with religion.

Trinity sat against the hard surface of the boulder behind him, breathing in the canyon's fresh outside air and, accidently, also the dust swirling around from when he knocked it off of the dumb boulder. He let out a shaking cough, trying to hold it in, although he was unsuccessful. Smothering it the best he could with his hand covering his mouth, Trinity heard the sounds echo off the canyon walls and deeper into the trench. It was a while before he had gotten all the dust out from his throat, and probably twice as long for the echoes to quiet down and dissipate. He sighed, exasperated, bending forward to prevent his body from touching the surface again.

Trinity got a good view from his position of what was beneath him, which wasn't much. Grooves in the rocks suggested that a massive river had once flowed down at the bottom, and small platforms barely big enough to sit on were scattered about, some leading into crannies and holes in the wall and sometimes the floor, and some were like Trinity's place, empty and desolate except for an inward curve on the wall. And why was he in this place full of…nothing? Naturally on a mission, the only mean to get him in vacant places like this. A place where you could shout out a person's name, them being on the other side of the empty vastness, and they would hear you as if you were a few feet away from them.

Raising his head to look at the sky, Trinity removed the his uniform helmet, wavy bronze colored hair spilling out and his emerald eyes blinking, adapting to the bright light of the suns after being behind the shaded visor of the helmet. The sun, a bright sphere suspended above him, shone a golden color over the planet's surface, illuminating the sky. Planet Dextrius is the world humans inhabited along with Planet Valios after Earth was destroyed by the Cathigans, a violent and sly alien race that seemed to appear out of nowhere in the year 2048. The survivors now lived in a system with 12 planets they called the Twin Star System after three years on a large transport, constantly in fear that the Cats (human nickname given to the aliens) would find them and exterminate their race for good. Twin Star System was named for the two suns that were much too close together to be called separate, located in the Aries Galaxy. Four planets revolved around the small sun, called Young Sister, glowing a pale orange while six others revolved around Big Brother, the golden sun. In between there were the two planets the humans had landed on, Dextrius and Valios. They shared both of the suns' light, and since they couldn't circle both at the same time, they slowly moved in a circular motion of their own, the years around 184 days long, about half of the Earth years. Given that, they count two years as one year. Humans now have lived on these two planets for fifteen years (30 years in Dextrius time).

Pulled in by the Dextrius's gravity, two large asteroids orbited the planet, about one quarter of Dextrius's size. Depending on their position and the planet's moon, visible even during the day, it was possible to estimate the time if you were without some device to do so instead. A full day was approximately twenty-seven hours long, a luckily close amount to that of an Earth day. The human body would have difficulty adjusting if the day was any more than thirty-five, or at least with doses of caffeine. All it is was an extra two hours of night and an extra hour in the morning.

Trinity watched as a single small white cloud drifted over Young Sister and flew on past, traveling to the places not yet explored by humans on this planet. He stared still at the blue sky while it darkened, closing in on the end of the midday and on into many hours of night. He tried to imagine all the distant lands and seas ignored by the human race as they were busy maintaining the one continent they were already on. There was only a rough sketch of the rest of the world, not detailed enough to satisfy Trinity's thirst of curiosity. He could imagine tons mountains, forests, and deep, open valleys filled with creatures and all other sorts of things that have not been discovered. He imagined the dangers that come with unknown mysteries, the beauties and horrors of the unexpected.

He shifted his eyes down to look at the symbols on the front of his helmet: three silver circles connected together and a black and gold five-pointed star; the symbols of the Human Army and the corporation who provided this helmet along with other equipment for the army, New Age Origin, or N.A.O. His oath to service bound him from moving freely, restricting where he went and what he did. He was ordered to do the things he did, and he had to obey them or it would mean trouble for him and his companions. This mission, given to his company, Grey Zero, by the captain-commander was strictly high priority. Failure was not an option, not that it was anyway. It was even more of a red zone than any other time, signs dotting the perimeter around it, practically screaming "enter and die" in your face. Trinity smiled. At least that was how the captain-commander described it. If by any chance they did fail, Grey Zero would not be forgiven easily.

A crackle in Trinity's ear snapped him back into the present reality. His right hand tapped the speaker inside the lightly, and the noise soon ceased. Trinity raised his eyebrows questionably and removed the speaker, fingering it in front of him for a few seconds, then positioned it where it was before, wondering if it was starting to…

"TRINITY!" A harsh voice suddenly screamed. Surprised, Trinity smacked his head on the rocky surface of the canyon, his head throbbing horribly from the sudden burst of noise emitting out of the silence that he had heard for so long. Trinity winced in pain as his hands involuntarily reached to test for any blood or such, thankfully only finding a large bruise evolving on the back of his skull. He could sense a formidable headache emerging for the corners of his mind as his eardrums hammered on the anvil harder than he felt was necessary. It was a constant BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, much like the massive drums in the local marching band at the city, the ones that kept the beat of the song going, and he had the honor of sitting right in the middle.

"Y…Yes?" Trinity replied after the deafening racket had died finally died down. He could probably guess in one try who owned the voice of rage.

"What are you DOING, idiot! You'll jeopardize the entire mission, making so much noise like that!" Trinity smiled and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He was right, it was Naomi. A good friend of his but she never failed to scare him when she in a rage like this. "If we fail, I WON'T HAVE ANY MERCY ON YOU!" Trinity laughed silently, more nervous than before, and quickly removed the speaker from his ear again, holding it as far away as he could possibly get it. Trust her to prove his point. He didn't need the speaker any closer to hear this. "Rescuing the senator's daughter is the absolute top priority right now. Don't ruin this!"

"Yes, yes. Say, Naomi, could you not be so loud. I'm going to be deaf before I'm thirty at this rate, not to mention…"

"Weren't you listening?! This girl is very special and very important in this war…apparently. That's what the captain-commander said."

"Right," Trinity replied. "But Naomi…"

"We have to move in now, Trinity. Gold Zero has already scanned the Cats' base with half of our group and is heading towards the rendezvous now. They found that the senator's daughter is somewhere near the left part of the main building. I'm sending the blue prints to your screen now."

"Naomi…"

"You should be receiving it." Trinity sighed, jamming the speaker back into his ear and pulling his helmet down over his head. The visor, also the screen, revealed the blueprints of the base's main building, down at the bottom of the canyon Trinity was currently at. A small, round red dot blinked in the upper left part of the blueprint. The picture zoomed in on the dot representing the daughter.

"I got it. Perhaps that's the commanding officer's room." Trinity said, referring to the room the girl was supposedly located.

"Makes sense. Actually, it's surprising that she isn't on the highest level of the base, since they usually bring hostages there to prevent them escaping easily. Makes it easier for us, it being on the first level, so I can't really complain."

"That's what you think, but the reason is probably because they are extremely confident about something. Perhaps defense has been raised to a point they believe will smear our blood across the floor."

"Lovely thought. Let's go, and DON'T make a ton of noise and screw this up, Trinity."

Trinity sighed. "You make it sound like I do everything wrong."

"You do."

"Not true."

"JUST GO, Trinity!"

"Sure, sure. Naomi, but..."

"WHAT!" Trinity winced.

"Maybe you should lower your voice before you lecture me." Naomi was silent for a few moments before Trinity heard her embarrassed cough on the other side of the line.

"The base is right under your position." That was all she said before she closed down the connection. Trinity laughed, and stood. He made a sweep over his equipment, checking to make sure he had everything. His gun and a small knife, both clasped on his black, leather belt. A parachute pack strapped to the pine green army uniform with a grey stripe down both sleeves to show what company he belonged to. Trinity opened the maintenance folder on his visor and checked to see if the jets on the bottoms of his feet were working. Everything seemed green. Satisfied, Trinity peered down the canyon again. He still thought the method the captain-commander told them to perform to travel to the bottom of the canyon was just for his amusement, to see how many would live through it, but whatever. Trinity shrugged.

'I don't really mind,' he thought as he jumped headfirst off the edge. 'I just hope he didn't sabotage the parachutes. I can imagine him doing something like that.'