Okay, I got a little bored of my other story, and also, couldn't think of a way to continue it that pleased me. To be honest I was getting more and more unhappy with it, it'll probably get finished sometime in the next millennia, but for now, I'm doing a new story in the same world, hope it's good enough to make up for the temporary death of my other fic.

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Crimson slammed the car door shut, a little harder than necessary, and was treated to the sight of his dad giving him the finger as he drove away, leaving Crimson stranded in a part of pioneer 2 that he had never been to before. Crimson looked around, taking in the new surroundings.

Actually they were almost the same as his home block, big grey buildings that seemed to climb upwards into eternity, cars that flew overhead so fast that you could feel the wind off of them from a hundred feet away and above those, the bluish shimmer of the force field that protected them all from the vacuum of space.

Crimson sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes. He hated his hair, it was brown, slightly long and in his opinion, very boring. But his father wouldn't let him have the colour changed. He had once come home with a strip of it coloured blue, most parents would have either dyed it back to its natural colour, or cut off the offending lock. Not Erakamus though, he simply gave his son a solid punch to the stomach each morning until the colour faded back to normal.

Crimson smiled at the memory of it, if he had been a little less stubborn he could have just had it dyed back himself, but then his dad would have hit him for wasting the money a second time. Crimson trudged forwards, his backpack weighing heavily on his shoulders. Of course it was heavy, this green canvas sack carried everything that Crimson owned, which mostly consisted of clothes. They were pretty heavy clothes mind you, like most 15 year old boys Crimson was dressed in that peculiar style of standard originality. His trousers were practically all denim and all had metal parts to them. There was another heavy object in the pack, his gun. It wasn't unusual for the citizens of pioneer 2 to be armed, far from it, it was odd for someone to be weaponless, and so nestled amongst his various belongings, Crimson carried a handgun, standard ranger issue.

Crimson sighed as he reached the large blast doors that served as pedestrian access to this new block. It was never his intention to be a ranger, it was never his intention to do anything. All he wanted was to sit at home and mess around with his friends. But that was no life for the son of the heroic ranger Erakamus Pryandomar. Or so his dad decided. So against his will, here Crimson was, reluctantly making his way to his first day at school.

The massive doors opened with a whoosh and a slight release of gas obscured Crimsons vision for a moment and stung his nose. When it had cleared Crimson could see the place where he would be spending the next 4 years of his life. It was vast, small buildings dotted the expansive fields of grass, and in the center sat a ominous looking complex. Crimson stepped over the threshold and immediately felt a new sensation under his feet. He'd never seen grass before, his mother and father would have, they were old enough to have lived on coral before the pioneer project started. But this was his first encounter with the tiny, fragile blades. He could smell it as it was crushed beneath his heavy duty boots, it was an smell, but not unpleasant. It sort of reminded Crimson of the flowers that his mother cared for and cherished at home.

His target was the central complex, so huge was the interior of this building, which could only be called a building because of the immense walls and far overhead ceiling, that it took him a full half an hour to reach it. By this time, the novelty of grass had worn off slightly, and Crimson was presented with a new challenge, where was he supposed to go? The floor was covered in coloured lines, but Crimson had no clue which one to follow, perhaps the instructions he had got in the mail would help. After a brief search he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. It was no help, all the instructions said was that he was arrive at the registration office at 9am. Crimson checked his watch, he had 20 minutes left. He scanned the walls for useful information and found a board that looked likely to be helpful. It had several coloured lines with words next to them.

Green line, Dormitories. Yellow line, Cafeteria. Blue line, Library... Crimson checked the whole list. His heart sank, registration wasn't on it. Why would it be? he reasoned, the registration office would only be used once every year. Then he noticed the notice next to the board. "registration is at the administration office" Quickly referring back to the board Crimson discovered that he was to follow the Black line. Crimson took off at a jog, not wanting to be late. His jog changed into a run after 10 minutes of jogging had not taken him to the end of the black line.

Trust his dad to drop him off on completely the wrong side of this block. It was absolutely typical, Erakamus would have had no problem with a 20 minute run, he'd have liked the exercise. Crimson however was a touch out of shape and his legs were getting very tired from all this running. Luckily he didn't have much further to go. He skidded round the last corner and found himself at the back of a line. Severely out of breath he plopped himself down with his back to a wall. He'd made it, and just on time too. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. That was close, being late on his first day would not have left a very good impression on people.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" A voice bellowed in his ear. Crimson was used to raised voices though and didn't jump at all, he just opened one eye to look at the red faced man looking down on him. His mustache was sort of funny looking.

"I'm taking a rest, after a 20 minute run I'm a little tired, what's it to you?" Crimson replied

"You are not here to take a rest boy" The man hissed "you are here to become a hunter, a MAN, and my grandma has more stamina than you do, I just hope you end up in my class, I'd take great pleasure in throwing you out on your sorry ass." Fantastic, Crimson thought, here for less then 5 minutes and he'd already annoyed a teacher. Oh well, these things will happen.

"Sorry." Crimson stood up and said nothing more. The man hmphed at him and strode off, he looked like he was full of his own importance. Crimson stuck his tongue out at him. He felt a little tug on his tee-shirt.

"Excuse me, is this the line to register?" a small voice asked. Crimson turned to face the speaker, and almost did a double take. It was a girl, a rather cute girl, but she was approximately 4 ft 10", wearing platform boots, a skirt and a very silly looking hat.

"Erm I dunno, I just got here, but I think it is, yeah, there's a line and everything." Crimson was oh so very confident when talking to girls. But in all fairness, he'd only ever met two, one of which happened to be 8 years old, and the other could, and frequently did, beat Crimson in a fight.

"You sure you wanna sign up though?" He asked "This isn't exactly your normal school, I hear it's a bit erm tough.

The girl giggled "Oh I'm sure it's not that bad here, you seem nice." Crimson blushed a deep enough shade of red to match his name.

"Erm uhh, well I, you know... what?" The girl was looking at him inquisitively

"The line's moved"

"Really?" Crimson looked back at where the line had been, it was moving pretty fast "Haha, oops" He hurried to join the end of it.

The sign up process didn't appear to take too long, Crimson was at the front of the line in no time.

"Name?" The secretary asked

"Crimson Pryandomar"

"Ah, Erik's boy, here are your papers and room key, you're in Sergeant Carlsons class, that's your lot over there, the group with the pink haired guy in it."

Crimson thanked her and joined the group who he supposed were his new classmates, He didn't like the sound of "Sergeant Carlson" The guy who'd yelled at him earlier looked an awful lot liked he'd have that sort of name. He breathed a sigh of relief when a smiling woman introduced herself as their instructor.

"Hello, I'm Sergeant Carlson, and I get the distinct priveledge of trying to knock some intelligence into all of you lot. Seems like a shame that I only have 4 years to do it in. Alot of you might be thinking "great, a female instructor, this'll be easy" WRONG! You step out of line and you'll find I can be as hard-assed as the rest of the staff here!" There were a fair number of groans from the people in Crimsons group. Including one from behind him. He looked round and saw that the girl he'd talked to in the line was right behind him.

"Now then, You guys toddle off and find your rooms. Don't get too comfortable though, half of you wimps are more than likely to quit in the first few months. Bye bye, see you all in the afternoon.

Crimson found his room easily enough, once you followed the green line far enough, you got to the dorm building, and from there it was all alphabetically arranged. He was in block G , room H8, which he found slightly amusing. It seemed like room keys were given out in order of arrival, as the girl from the line was in H9 right next to him.

Once inside his room Crimson wasted no time in unpacked his bag. Literally, he wasted no time unpacking his bag, he didn't do it. He dropped his bag into the closet and crashed onto the bed. 9:20am, what the hell kinda time was that? Back home he would never be awake before 11, and probably not out of bed before midday. He was going to take a nap.

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Right, don't know how good this is, lol I just felt like doing a "school-fic" type thing, seemed like a good idea, and yes this is the same Crimson. I thought it would be interesting to do a fic about his background, many other characters from my standard fic will be appearing as well, but obviously some others won't (No Magus, Chimpus or Alice, those are for certain)