Wise One and Young One were in a commutations rooms. Young One Stood on a platform with a camera staring at him. Wise One stood near the exit. A lone tech was at a console ferociously typing away. Young One spoked.
"Before I do this, I must tell you the science team tried to contact you but were unable too. So they gave me a message to relay to you."
"What is the message?" asked Wise One.
"They said they needed to talk over details with you."
"Is that all?"
"Yes. May I inquire what they ment by that?"
"Yes you may, but you will not receive an answer."
"Ready" announced the tech.
"Thank you for letting us knowing, Kudjar. Are you ready Young One?"
"Yes I am."
"Kudjar, begin when Rook logs on the Virtru-Net."
"I will, Wise One."
Rook made it back safly. He step into his apartment and cursed about the mess he left himself. Clothes, random take-out boxes, and weights were everywhere. He cralwed over the mess and got on clean and dry clothes and put his E.M. on top of the dresser. He started to clean , and after about an hour he was finished. The dirty clothes ,along with g$50, were handed to an old lady next door who he gave company on Sundays. He could wash his own laudary, but the lady next door always seem to make them better, to put it in the best terms he could think of. His weight were back on the rack. He found his treadmill which was being used as a clothes rack, and his chair was now clear of debris. He jump into the overstuff chair and started the uplink for the Virtru-Net. He didn't connect. Instead he took a nap and was going to finish connecting at some other time.
"How does it take to connect." complained Young One.
"He is in the standby but dies not wish to connect fully." explain Kudjar.
"He needs to hurry." Young One said with anger on the edge of his voice.
"Patience is needed Young One," Kudjar was telling Young One, "You are going to be the future Wise One."
"I know, I know. I am still young I should be allowed to still get angry time to time." sighed Young One
"That what are not to do since you are in training. He is connecting."
"Good. It is only been 5 hours."
Rook woke up and walked around a little. He was a little stiff from sitting in the chair. He wished that he had put up the closet doors back up that were on his bed. He flopped back onto the chair and finished connecting to the Virtru-Net. His body fell still while his mind was traveling into a digital world. His "home" has a little thatched house on a beach. His home contained little floating icon indicating e-mail and favorite places to go in the Virtru-Net. he never made it to his home. He went to a dark room with a ray of light shining on a chair. Rook was creeped out. No one could hack the Virtru-Net. The Human Space Government, or HSG, hired the best hackers to find errors and they didn't release the next version until couldn't be hacked by them. Right here someone had hacked the system and changed his home. He was searching for a way out when a giant screen lit up in front of the chair lit up. It was all white with a black vaguely man shape form cut in the middle of it.
"Sit Down." Commanded the black man shape.
Rook just about wet himself. He ran to the chair and sat and looked straight at the screen.
"You are wondering why I am here you bet." asked the man.
Rook could only managed to give a feeble nod. When Rook was scared he went to limit next passing out. He wasn't scared often.
"We call upon your services of a bounty hunter." Explained the man.
"Is that all?" managed Rook after a few moments silence. Rook did like there power. They hacked an unhackable system. If anyone knew what this ment they would be scared also.
"Yes, it is."
"Why not just post it on my board." Said Rook regaining courage.
"Because it is an hot mission."
"I don't do hot missions."
"Yes I am aware of that."
"Then why call apon me?"
"Because we can pay you very well."
"What is the payment then I might consider it."
"It will be a stealth fighter dubbed the Midnight Fighter."
"Damn. That is a nice ship. What is the mission."
"The mission is to pick up the main ingredient of the Euphoria Drug. The plant is heavily gaurded. It is..."
"Yeah. I know the story." Rook said cutting off the man. His greed was starting to take him over leaving his fear behind. "Do I get the to fly the ship in my mission?"
"No. We need the ingredient to get a few of the ships. So you be using a Chozo stealth ship, level 2."
Some specs of the ship appeared on the left side of the man as he moved over to the right. Rook walked up to them and put on a look of disgust.
"This ship sucks. Level 1 sheild. Level 1 hull. Speed not in hyperspace is only 120 km/h. I can't believe this old bucket of crap even has hyperspace. Level 4 stealth. Not bad. It could be better."
"It is the only one I have. The other in my fleat are comissioned eslewhere. Another bright note it's stealth abilities can be upgraded to Level 9 with the equipment I added, but the engines only work at 35 with it on."
"That is Okay. I really shouldn't need Level 9 stealth for that long."
"Do you take the mission."
"I will."
"Good. The drop off coordinates we be in the ships computer."
The black room vanished. Rook was now in his home. He checked various floating icon. Only one intersts him. It was the one saying the clothes were done. He surfed around in virtru-Net for awhile and got off. He didn't get off the chair he just fell asleep in it. Around 8 hours later, there was a knock on the door. It was a message boy. The boy gave him the message and Rook grab a handful of money from the tip bowl near the door. He closed the door and heard shouts from the boy about his tip. He was very happy he just got g$54.03. Rook read the note. It said "C S S A S S S P". Rook understood what it ment. He grab his clean clothes and explain wht he couldn't be there on Sunday. He dropped the clothes of and grap his E.M and jacket. He traveled to the Small Spaceships port. He found his ship. It looked like an old fashion stealth bomber from the Air-Wars on Earth centuries ago. He took off and set the auto-pilot to Oryan-2. The home of the ingredient. He fell asleep for the 3 time that day. He really needed to catch up on sleep.