Kreela POV.

Italics is a Flashback

Warning for minor character death.

"Kreela, run! Keep running and don't stop!"

"Leo was my best friend. I had kinda hoped one day maybe we could be more than friends. We tried to escape that awful place together. We were both indentured servants to the High Military Commander on M'rall. He was a brutal man. He showed no mercy, and didn't hesitate to make an example out of someone when they had stepped out of line."

"Do you know what happens to runaways, boy?!"

"…n-no sir…"

"What was that?!"

"N-no. No, sir."

I watched in horror as my best friend and only confidant was stabbed in the throat, left to suffocate or bleed out, whichever happened first. Tears ran down my cheeks as I stared, open mouthed, unable to look away. I was seven years old.

"Let him be an example to all of you."

The High Commander then addressed me coldly. "And you be glad that you're more valuable than him. I won't be so kind as to spare you again."

"I was the equivalent of a military nurse. My only purpose was to tend to anyone who was sick or hurt, whether it be mentally or physically. If I didn't perform to whatever standards the Commander had set, standards I was never informed of, I would be punished."

"Little girl, where have you been!?"

"I-I-"

"Your absence is inexcusable. If you had been here, perhaps I would not have lost so many soldiers."

"I- I can't work if I don't sleep…"

"I said your absence is inexcusable. Your implants serve the purpose of alerting you when you are needed. If you can sleep through them, then perhaps I need to raise the intensity."

"My telepathic implants were put in when I was three. Originally, they would just alert me whenever I was going outside of my boundaries, but as I grew older, they would alert me of the emotions of those around me, and they would practically scream in my head if I was late, if I failed in my duties, if someone in my care was in distress, basically if anything went wrong and I could have even remotely anything to do with it, I would be alerted. The alerts ranged from small pings in the back of my mind to intense screeches, loud enough to make me want to curl up and die.

"What are you doing, child?"

"I-I'm sorry, Ama. I like to make things, like you do. I… I wanna do that when I get big."

"Little child, we don't get to chose what we want in this world, you and I. We do as we're told and hope to live through the night.

"Ama was the closest thing I had to a mother. She was the mechanic, it was her job to fix anything that belonged to the Commander if and when it broke. Of course, she wasn't the only one with the job, but it was still demanding on her time. She raised me best she could, a debt I can never repay. She was old, though, and the day the Commander decided she was no longer useful was the saddest day of my life. It was also the day I decided that I would leave, like Leo and I had tried to do, but that I would only come back once I became powerful enough to spit in the Commander's eye."

"Little girl, what are you doing?"

"A-Ama said I have a name. What is my name?" This was the question I had been asking non stop for almost two years. Anyone who knew Ama was fair game, even if I had already asked them.

"Child, I told you before, we aren't allowed to be given names if we don't have the proper papers. Whatever name Ama had given you, she kept it to herself."

"I was thirteen before I learned my name. I had already made all other preparations for my departure. All I wanted to know was my name. I knew if I left without a name it would be suspicious. The only reason that Ama and Leo had names is because the community had given them to them, and we never used them in front of the Commander. Ama means 'motherly' and Leo meant 'mischief.' Leo got his name because he was notorious for causing small mishaps that couldn't he traced back to him. He never got in trouble, until that day he convinced me to try and run away with him. He really did live up to his name."

I tugged on a shirt sleeve for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

"Excuse me? Do you-" I gasped at who I had just interrupted. It was the Commander's daughter.

"I'm sorry miss! I didn't realize-"

"No, it's alright. What were you going to ask?"

"I… I was wondering if you knew if I had a name…" I answer timidly, expecting to be reported and punished.

She smiled sweetly. The Commander's daughter had always been kind. "Your name is Kreela."

That night I whispered it to myself over and over again. Kreela. 'Spark.'

It was then that I knew I would leave by the end of the week.

"After I left, I lived in constant fear of being caught. Jax, the trench coat man, nearly caught me on multiple occasions. He usually caught up to me when I was scavenging a wreckage for spare parts or food. I thought I had finally outrun him a few months ago. I was on my own in space for nearly two years before approaching a particularly strange wreckage, a wreckage where I found a strange green boy that would quickly become my friend."

I made up the meanings of the names y'all. There's no source or anything, just my imagination *insert spongebob meme here*