Prologue

Long Long ago in a- you know what, fuck this. On a planet, in a solar system that no one really knows about called Midgard, is where I am currently with my twin brother Nicholas, I call him Nick, and I, Michael, just call me Mickey, are taking our final exam for pilot train so that we can enter our space navy. One tiny problem, our mother practicality runs the navy. She don't want us to join... So if we don't ace this thing we are so fucked. So now that you are up to date lets get back to the real world shall we.

My head was pushed to the left as my twin poked my head attempting to gain my attention. It worked. I looked over at Nick, yes he was my twin, didn't mean he looked like it. My twin only has the same hair and eye colour, other then that we are damn close to being polar opposites. Nick likes to keep his black hair short military cut and tries to be strict no nonsense. I on the other hand have relitivly messy hair, don't know why just is, and have a tendency to speak my mind. Also my twin is what you would call well built and has broad shoulders. I on the other hand am a stick, or lanky, and I have tried to gain the mussel my brother has, but it didn't work. My brother nodded his head to ward the door leading to the "test" room. Our "commanding" officer for this test is called Allen, or as I like to call him Shit-Face, was standing there acting like a ass and shouting orders thinking he was cool and all powerful because he got the position of commander for the test. I think our mother has something to do with this because what do you know my brother and I where to both to command different teams before said interference.

"Wake up." He demanded, I gave him a blank look in return fallowed by me sticking my tongue quickly. In return he gave me a stare that said "really?" I just grinned.

"OI!" I groaned internally as shit-face came our way "Anderson's! Pay attention!"

"Oh, bite me." I muttered under my breath. Oh, wait don't, really don't, your gross.

"What was that?!"

"You heard nothing." My brother spoke up on my behalf. Smirked a little at this.

"I didn't hear any thing" With that shit-face walked off, I should also mention that my brother and I are what the people of Midgard would call Sages, who are extremely hated to the point of execution, thus my twin and I have been keeping this secret our entire lives. Mind you that is only seventeen years almost 18. "Anyways! Threw that door, is the most difficult test of our lives. I intended to pass, so none of you freaks will ruin this for me!" I wish he would stuff a sock in it. Then the timer went off, and lockers opened revealing our armour and weapons for the test. With in a minute my brother and I are dressed and ready for combat we had to wait a hole minute more for everyone else to finish. In that time my brother checked over his rifle 37 times and looked down the barrel once he was that bored. Then the doors opened. Well time for hell. I took a deep breath and helped my brother stand and we made our way to the door of doom.