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Sitting on one of the tables instead of the seats around, the slender boy in the red recruit jumpsuit casually let his legs swing fourth and back while eagerly emptying the last of the little snack bags he had tricked out of the vending machine next to him. Truth was, he wasn't even particularly hungry, but the food was available, it was somewhat tasty, and if he – as he suspected – was to be kicked out today, he'd be doing good to enjoy something actually stuffing before being sent back...

As the automatic doors hissed open, he looked up again, instinctively narrowing his eyes and sparing the man who entered the room a cocky look. The boy had only ever briefly interacted with the tall man, but he knew that he was some sort of high-ranking bloke on the campus. Unlike the boy himself, or basically most other Furons around here, he was not wearing any sort of uniform or utility suit, but silver-y civilian attire instead, a glowing HUD covering one of his eyes as well as a set of reflective cranial augmentations that resembled a crown or horns of some sort.

Tilting his head the boy shoved the last bits of food into his mouth, while the other looked down and gave him a casual, hailing nod, before pressing some buttons on a wrist-mounted little computer and skimming through some notes.

The little boy was skinny and too small for his age, with his jumpsuit being all dirty and his face covered in bruises and scars. He obviously took the term 'combat training' the wrong; the literal way...

"You're... Recruit Cryptosporidium 3, correct? I'm Isospora 85, nice meet you." He spoke calmly while closing the document and focusing the boy again.

"Looks like it…" The child replied in a sarcastic, almost even challenging manner. "...So what? You're going to promote me now?!"

The older man silently sighed and narrowed his eyes. "Hardly, Cryptosporidium. After your recent... Actions... You can call yourself lucky that you were just expelled... Fortunately for you Tutor Poliomyelitis thinks legal actions are unnecessary... But she made it clear that the condition is to have you leave…"

Crypto shrugged and looked at the empty snack bag in his hands. "...So what? It's me leaving the academy or me being deleted from the cloning banks? Effing crap... Go ahead and delete me already... Hell if I care…"

Isospora paused for a moment and just looked at Crypto. Poliomyelitis had not been exaggerating when mentioning Crypto's lack of care, manners and basically any essential bit of social skills... Exhaling thoughtfully he eventually took a seat next to the table Crypto sat on and stretched his legs. "So... You want to be deleted? Sounds like a waste to me considering your… 'Resourcefulness'."

"That's not what I said. I said I don't care... Keep me here or delete me... But I'm not going back…"

Tilting his head Isospora once again cautiously examined Crypto. "By going back, you mean, your original family? You would rather be deleted and spend your last remaining incarnation here than seeing them again? Is this what you trying to tell me?"

Crypto remained quiet, still staring at the empty bag and trying his best to ignore the annoying old man to his left.

Iso however did not seem to mind Crypto's silence. For a second, he was even certain to sense sadness in the boy. That was, until little Crypto suddenly let his angry attitude take over again. Crumbling up the empty bag and tossing it over his shoulder, he angrily looked up at Isospora.

"Shut your stupid face, you retard! I'm here because I was classified a warrior! If you don't need me, get rid of me!" Crypto shouted, pushing himself into rage and deliberately re-directing the conversation topic.

With a sigh Isospora slowly rose from his chair again. "I believe you made your point, Cryptosporidium…" He folded hands behind his back, paused once more and just looked at the small recruit. He couldn't help but feel sorry for him; For someone so young and angry, who apparently had already given up. Crypto certainly brought back memories. Memories of yet another 'hopeless case' that refused to fit in back in the days... "...Alright, Crypto 3... You want to be a warrior... I'm giving you exactly one last chance... Since the academy staff refuses to finish your training, someone else will have to. I will have to make some calls…"

As Isospora left the room, Crypto looked up again. What had just happened here?! Did Isospora just come up with an alternative to let him stay? Was this bloke in the fancy suit just helping a random little brat everyone else just wanted to get rid of?

Crypto slowly jumped down the table, looked through the room and growled. He was certain that there was something wrong with this. No one would just willingly help him without expecting anything in return, and Crypto was not sure whether he wanted to wait and find out what he was supposed to do. He was already preparing to leave; to mindlessly run away, when the adult one returned.

Isospora spotted Crypto in the corner, emptying yet another vending machine and hastily stuffing as many snack bags as possible into the pockets of his jumpsuit.

"Preparing for the grand departure, eh?" He spoke with a chuckle.

"Yeah. ...So?" Crypto hissed and focused on Isosporas face again.

The older one gave him a casual shrug. "You're none of the students anymore.. Anyone could have stolen that, and my memory is 'already blurry'... Anyway... Come...I have someone you might like to meet. But I warn you, Cryptosporidium, I'll be having an eye on you... Mess this up and you're going to mop floors after drunken tourists on Rilo for the rest of your time…"

With this being said, he did an inviting gesture towards Crypto to follow him. Assuming to have little to no choice - now as 'Isostupid' was with him again - he just followed, still noticeably distrustful towards the older one…

He led the boy aboard a standard issue saucer type spacecraft. While it didn't look like anything special, Crypto nevertheless felt excited. Keeping it to himself at first – he didn't want to appear childish or vulnerable after all – he nevertheless attentively watched and memorized what he saw. He was hoping that one day he would be lucky enough to get his hands on one of those ships too...

When the two reached the first ring's fleet yards, Crypto seemed to slowly drop his defensive attitude. He had never been up here before, but the sight was astonishing enough to make up for the previous worries. He could not remember having seen so many docked spaceships before, not to mention the brightly illuminated traffic nodes and residential areas.

For a brief moment, he even smiled, and – once he noticed from his pilot seat – Isospora did the same.