Months later, one of Charon ships:

THUD! Metal has clunked to the flood with a heavy thud. "You're too much for me you know..." California got pulled up from the ground. "You're not too bad Cal. Just try that trick whenever you get a chance." Felix patted Cal's back. Felix knew 'Hollywood' would drive California insane, so just a nickname he came up with to shorten 'California'. "Right, I'll try that out. Hey, why did you help me out when I signed up for this?" Felix and Cal shared a glance, "Because I didn't want to see a good soldier go to waste. Otherwise, the Chairman wouldn't have given you a choice." Felix sighed, "I guess that's all for today." Locus cut him off, "Not quite." He was walking down the stairs into the training ground, facing the soldiers that sparred earlier. "I want a round with him Felix." Felix and Cal shared a glance, "He's scary looking," "Yeah, but I think you may learn a good lesson from him as well." Felix chuckled. "Just try some things out, it may work." Oh boy, California thought. Here's Locus, this guy's good at getting in your head… California mapped out a strategy and picked up a move from Felix, he prayed it worked. Locus demounted a strange weapon from his back it looked like an automatic barrel rifle. "Alright, you two, keep it clean for this one, and round one."

Cal posed up and strikes first, making an elbow hit to Locus's gut. However, the scary merc deflected the strike and bent Cal's arm around his body. He winced in pain, and donkey kicked Locus off. "Hmph, nice kick." He commented, "But it'll be more than just one lousy kick to get one off of you… You lack strategy 'agent'." Round two, Locus was unaware of this next one. California was close enough to trip off Locus, sending Locus to fall and while his falling; Cal shifted all of his weight into one kick, to pin the black and green soldier down in the chest. Felix watched, and that last attack made himself jerk his head backward, "Ouch! Now that last one he just added, I didn't teach him that. Felix looked concerned for Locus, taking a heavy blow to the chest, AFTER falling with all that heavy armor. "Alright stop, Locus." Felix interjected the sparring, "You shouldn't continue after that attack." Locus grunted and got up, and looked at California. "You got lucky; I won't fall for that next time. And ok Felix, I won't push it… See you next time." Locus walked away, reattaching the gun on his back again.

An hour later:

"Wreaked him? Damn near killed him!" Felix patted California's back and laughed with a fellow soldier as they walked to the cryo chambers. "His guy almost had to replace Locus, ha-ha! 'Hollywood' man, now you're killing me." California chuckled a bit too; he almost killed on of the best soldiers in this company's military. He couldn't believe it either, but now he had to sleep with everyone else, in the cryo tubes. The sleep would be enough to keep them battle-hardened, although nobody really cares how long they sleep, the ship flies slowly through space as they do anyways. "One day," he whispered to himself. "I'll get out of here, and hopefully won't deal with this group of people. He had a sick feeling coming from these people.