13 January 2065.
Uptown train headed westward.
Osakusi UCAS.
The train glided along the track, soaring through the city. The sky was a clean blue as the weather decided to take a break from its normal brooding clouds and snow. The new train cars had sleek stainless steel externals and spray paint resistant metal internals. The Polyester seats were a shiny chrome that sparkled slightly in the neon lights of the train car.
"I'm so proud of you Gal!" His mom said nudging him in the train seat.
"Mom, don't call me that" he mumbled. His dad gave him a smile.
"We really are proud of you son." He said patting him on the back. Galan grinned.
"Thanks dad." He said. There was a bing. They heard it, but it was still quiet enough to ignore.
"Good luck." His father told him.
"He doesn't need luck, he's a Murphy." His mom winked. He laughed.
"See ya!" He said hopping off the train.
13 January 2065.
Aztechnology Headquarters.
Floor 78.
Osakusi UCAS.
"You're a young 'un." An old troll said looking his way.
"Do you think you could show me where I'm meant to be headed?" He asked.
"Yeah, no problem." The troll said standing up. "Where you going?"
"I'm a security consultant." He said.
"At your age?" The troll asked
"I got past all their test IC in the interview." He said.
"I see." He said. "The security team is over this way." The troll said leading him down the hall.
3 May 2065.
Aztechnology Headquarters.
Floor 78.
Osakusi UCAS.
"Hey, kid." A voice called, Galan looked around the dark hollow room. He sighed.
"What?" He asked putting a hand to his commlink.
"You've got a phone call." The voice said. Galan sighed again.
"Put 'em through." He said.
"Alright." said the voice.
"Hello?" A new voice said nervously.
"Sinifred?" Galan asked, "What's wrong?" He hadn't stopped searching the space.
"I'll uh, cut right to the chase I guess." He said.
"What do you want?" He asked finding a door.
"Mom and dad are dead." The voice said. Galan froze in place. A Blaster IC slammed right into him knocking him back. He slammed the door and backed up.
"Galan?" Sinifred said. Galan felt the pain shooting across his body as he backed up trying to jack-out. The programs were too messed up. "Galan are you ok? The line's messing up."
"Yeah, I know asshole, I got hit by Grey IC." He said and hung up. He jacked-out successfully this time and once at his desk his head fell to his desk. He was trying so hard not to cry in front of his coworkers.
"What's wrong kiddo?" the ork who sat to his left asked.
"I told you, keebs can't handle this job." said the human to his right. "Go home to your tree and go back to baking." he laughed.
"Shut your fraggin soy-hole." Galan said quietly standing up.
"Why did I hurt your widdle feewings?" the human teased. Galan punched him in the face and walked out.
"OW!" The human said.
"Shut up Mundane." The Troll said looking away.
7 November 2065.
Aztechnology Headquarters.
Street level.
Osakusi UCAS.
Galan was fired for unproductivity not even a week after his parents died. He sat by the back door of the company decking into the four main servers the company used. He overloaded the system, pinging the toaster in the break room first.
"Whachya doin' kid?" A voice asked. He jacked-out as soon as he finished. There was female ork with deep black holes for eyes and light brown skin. Henna like tattoo designs spread up her arms and across her chest. All that covered her chest was a small golden vest and a few necklaces, her cargo pants and military grade boots showed she meant business though. He shrugged awkwardly.
"Nothing."
"So ka. So you're totally not a decker."
"I'm a security consultant."
"You have a datajack." She said poking the side of his head with a throwing knife.
"Who are you?" He asked stiffly, changing the subject.
"Ogkash." She said. "And you?"
"...I go by Three Point." He said.
"Alright, Three Point," she chuckled softly, "Let's go meet my team."
