Regret – 1915

It's a feeling I refuse to deal with. I probably need counseling, but I have the inkling it's too late for me. I like to think that I'm compassionate but I certainly don't want to show that reaction all the time. Showing emotion equals weakness. If anyone believes I'm weak, that would be the final, and probably fatal, mistake. This job requires focus, stamina, and above all: to never let your guard down. Sure, around the team it's okay – at certain times. Never around Keyop though, he needs someone strong to lean on. That's why I'm here – with no Regret.

George Smith – 1916

ISO stands for the International Science Organization, not International Spying Organization! There are many times I feel we're the latter, not the former with new identities and more secrets than I want to count. All because this war has piled on more causalities than we want to admit or have seen to date. I admit I have had a part in a great number of conspiracies but I will do whatever it takes to protect what I believe in and those entrusted to my care. For one, that meant a new life and leaving the old one as George Smith.

Omar Khayyam – 1917

"Go complete your studies, they're important." Everybody tells me that! I get it, I get it! Enough already! I plop myself at the desk and it's so hard to begin. I don't want to dig into this. I want to be out there – I'll even work downstairs, for goodness sake! Why don't my teammates have to go through this? Why is it just me? I'm smart – I don't need to study. And just when in my life is it going to be important for me to know "x squared equals y times z?" I hate Algebra – curse you, Omar Khayyam!

Exterminator – 1918

My planet is gone, destroyed in a blink of an eye. There is nothing more for me, or my chosen minions, to complete. All my efforts and elaborate plans have been fruitless and not just once, but many times. Now, there is no longer any purpose. At first, I wanted what the precious blue sphere could offer in abundant natural resources. Now, I only wish it and its useless inhabitants dead. I want them to die a thousand deaths! They may crawl, beg, and sacrifice but I will not succumb to their pleas for mercy. I shall become the Exterminator!

Sir Barton – 1919

We've dealt with a lot of royalty in our roles as galactic protectors. The Federation consists of a whole bunch of planets, after all. Some first meetings have been okay while others were just plain strange. Everybody acts cordial with the cameras are on and the flashbulbs light up the stage, but wait until all eyes are turned away. We then discover who is worth their salt or merely putting on a show – substance versus superficial. Surprisingly, there are a few we look forward to seeing again. Past Sirius, there's a dwarf planet led by one such leader: Sir Barton.

Paul Jones – 1920

Okay, so I have this buddy. Well, acquaintance would be a better term. After all, in my line of work getting too close to anybody outside of the team could get that person killed. "Hey, nice to know you, but now you have to die." That would be a bummer. Anyway, my buddy and I went for a hike in the woods. He told me about a bully at his school who was pushing him around. I listened closely while we walked along the trail. I don't know why it was important but my buddy called the bully Paul Jones.

Behave Yourself – 1921

The phone rings. Yay! Something very exciting is going on! How much I wish I could be out there in the action! I comfort myself in knowing the QTL reunion is next week and I can't wait for that! Meanwhile, I must keep watch here at Nerve Center. It's important, don't you know? I keep in constant contact with the Early Warning System ensuring those evil fiends from Spectra don't get through. Imagine for a moment – the last phone call I answered was from Susan. I'm always happy to hear from her, but you know what she said!? "Behave Yourself!"

Morvich – 1922

Sweet success! So much effort in bloodshed, so many men dead and wounded, and we finally reached our precious goal! My master will be so pleased. We have several worlds under our care, now we have another. A planet full of rich minerals, fertile lands, suitable cities, slave labor, and most importantly – food and produce free of poisonous radiation. Our people will gleefully relish this victory for an extended period, as they should. Too many years have passed since the last annexation and the latest celebrations will persist into the week. Soon, we will have all we want including Morvich.

Zev – 1923

My feet hit the grass and I feel like I'm standing on a cloud – it's so soft. I look around the field while the gentle breezes create tiny waves in various grasses. I hadn't noticed the multitude of colors before now. Who would want to disturb this beauty, this tranquility? I'll give you a hint: our enemies, but enough of that. I notice a few outcroppings of rock with bluish hues. What a stunning picture, unlike anything I've ever seen. The landscape is only one part. I understand the people here are unforgettable. I want to know more about Zev.

Black Gold – 1924

Natural resources – I crave them and order my minions to secure them for me. The greatest joy I have discovered is bringing misery to people – it thrills me to my core. Of course, my underlings do all the dirty work. They strive to please me. It works out better for me this way. As well, the human species fascinates me. I guess the best analogy is comparing myself to a child owning an ant farm – I understand those are quite popular. After observing humans for some time, I have yet to appreciate the need for this stuff called Black Gold.