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Humble beginnings

It was the time of the Confederacy. The Terran worlds were under a stable government, with a strong network of enforcement organizations. Lieutenant Alan Schezar was proud to be a part of it.

Schezar was a part of Alpha Squadron, one of the most widely recognized Confederate Legions. But just because they were in the army didn't mean that they had to be fighting all the time. This was one of those times.

At the time, Schezar was sitting in his office, studying recent battle plans and figuring out how to best delpoy the troops. However, his mind was drifting.

Six months... he thought to himself. Six months of being here, and when the old captain gets killed, they promote that other guy instead of me. He claims he has connections...I'll show him connections.

"Lieutenant!" a voice outside the office yelled. "Cap'n wants to talk to you!"

Stupid private, the Lieutenant thought. He was just about ready to bag the whole "Alpha Squadron" thing. For staying alive for so long while seeing those around him fight and die, he sure wasn't getting the respect he wanted. "What's he want?" he asked moodily.

"He wants to see the results of your battle plans, he claims," the private answered. "Are you...coming?"

"Tell him I'll be there soon," Schezar assured the private, who then went off to tell the Captain the news. The lieutenant, however, had other "battle plans." Reaching into his desk, he withdrew a small silenced pistol and pocketed it. After that, he pulled up the security on his computer and hacked his way into turning off the cameras in the captain's room. After this was done, Schezar got up and walked to the Captain's room.

Schezar strode into the office, and was instantly met by a hard stare by the other. Alan beamed a quick smile but neglected to sit down.

The captain had his hands folded on his desk. "I asked you to work on the battle strategy. Did you finish it?"

Finish? I didn't even start it, Schezar thought to himself. Out loud, he said, "Yeah, I started it. Thing is, why should I show it to you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. How long have you been in Alpha Squadron?"

The captain strained to think for a moment. "I was on the front lines not too long ago...I'd say about 2 years."

"Shorter than me," Alan said, growing steadily angrier. "Tell you what...how 'bout we make a deal?" Then, with quick-as-lighting speed, he had the pistol in his hand.

Outside the office, not a sound could be hear--just a small thump as the captain slumped to his desk. Knowing it wouldn't be long until someone figured out what happened, Schezar rushed into the Goliath bay and, after spotting his own, revved it up and stomped out of the hangar.

"Where are you going?" the officer on duty called.

"I just received a quick call from someone," Schezar lied. "I've gotta get somewhere in a few towns over."

The officer on duty nodded, and Schezar moved past. His destination was the spaceport--he would figure out where to go from there.