He recalled his fathers dismay. No son of his was to act like this. On his planet, his home world, you obeyed your parents, and did as you were told. Nothing less.

He had gotten into it with his father again. And he just wanted it to stop. But oposing him..no, too risky. He knew what would happen.

Bleylock felt military school had been a relief. Away from a controlling father, sure, he was taught he same things as his father once were, but somehow, it just felt like freedom to be away.

He wanted to get away, it was suffocating him, he could not breathe.

He had applied for a position with an intergalactik company, Technoid, in a last ditch effort to get away.

And now, he had received notice, the job was his. His military career and credentials allowed him to escape. He had packed up, and left.

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At Technoid, he found his place little by little. Technoid had plenty of branches they wanted to expand from. Bleylock got to spend time in the flux wars, not at the front off course, because he had credentials that made him General. Generals were leaders that operated from the safety of the shadows, not in the front line. That was what you had foot soldiers for. They encountered resistance, as not everyone agreed with the objective of having Duke Maddox instated as a galactik emperror.

Bleylock was hard on his soldiers. It did not take long before rumours about his behaviour towards his men, made Duke Maddox relocate him away from the Wars. The Duke needed a clever man, to scout for talents, that would be a bonus to Technoid. Whatever the field, Science, technology, chemistry..if their knowledge could benefit Technoid, you were sure to be given an offer of schollarship, in exchange for giving your ideas and using your talent for the company. There were many that took the offer, but Duke Maddox always sought the one that would stand out. So, General Bleylock, was made a talent scout. He travelled the galaxy, looking for a talent that stood out. Many mediocre students in his mind, but some were given a chance. But not that one that truly stood out.

General Bleylock arrived at Akillian College. This job was not really all that exciting, he was greeted by the teachers, and the principle. This would be another round of boring and mediocre students.

He was right, mediocre results. The science teacher seemed to catch on to his boredom.

"Lets be honest shall we, General Bleylock? You will hand out a few random free passes to some students, but the talent you are seeking, you have not found" he stated.

General Bleylock looked out the window, at the school yard.

"They are just kids, young teens, still developing. Their talents will evolve in time, but it is true, I had hoped for someone that stood out more" he said.

The science teacher nodded.

"That kind of talent is rare, General. And at the moment, we have no one like that among our students. But had you been here three years ago, I would have pointed him out for you" the teacher said, rubbing his chin.

Bleylock looked at him. Three years was not that long, maybe he could track down this talent.

"Do tell me more" he asked.

The teacher accessed his datapad.

"Have a look at this General, this is from two weeks before his class graduated".

General Bleylock found himself looking at a video file from a science class. Only, it was not the teacher of the class that did the calculations and simplified the matter to a more understandable level.

It was a student. A tall, blonde man, with blue eyes and glasses, explained a very advanced formula, and broke it down, so all his fellow students could understand it. It was so simplistic. Bleylock was floored.

"That formula.. That is third year university curriculum. And this young man..he is just a college student" he said baffled.

The teacher nodded.

"That is not all he did while he was a student here. I got a few of his research papers here. He should have had private tutoring. I'Son must have been bored to death half the time. I swear, he could have slept through classes, and you still would not know that he had done so. And if you asked him, to see if he had paid attention to the subject, he would just down right tell you the answer to the question. He was definately what I would call a boy genious. Well liked and popular among his friends. But in science..Technoid missed a great talent there, that I am sure of" the teacher said.

General Bleylock looked at the research papers. A distinct handwriting,even a few smart ass remarks here and there. This was a student that got bored. He was not receiving the necessary challenges to develop further. But at Technoid, they could develop his skills even further. He had to know more.

By now, General Bleylock had made his decision. He had to find this young man, and recruit him to Technoid.

The teacher grinned.

"I can see that he intrigues you, just like he did me" he said.

General Bleylock nodded behind his shades.

"Do you have a name and an address? I would want to speak to him, I may be able to help him evolve his talent" General Bleylock mused.

The teacher nodded.

"In this video, he had just turned 18, a real clever young man, it would be a shame if his talent is not allowed to evolve" he said.

" it is Impressive. And how long is that since this was made?" General Bleylock asked rather casually.

"Three years ago. He would be 21 now, or very close to 22 years old." The teacher said, as he looked through the yearbook for the year in question.

"Ah here he is. I'Son Danvers. Would you like an address or contact code?"he asked.

General Bleylock smiled.

"How about you give me both?"...

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The Akillian suburbs was something else. Threes, dusty roads. In a way, a picture perfect scenery. Not a big city scenario. General Bleylock remained focused on his task ahead. Before he took off, he had done some research on young I'Son Danvers. It was an incredible list of merits. Football player, amateur league, he seemed to stand out in scholastic achievements, but not necessarily on everything else. It seemed he valued his private life,and despite his obvious popularity, he seemed to live a quite quiet life. Well, if that was who he really was, remained to be seen. Bleylock looked at the sender he had. This was the address he was led to. A nice house, out on the country side. A man came towards him. But this man was older than 22, this could not be I'Son himself. Bleylock realised, from the look of things, this had to be I'Sons father.

As he excited the car, the man stepped forwards.

"Good afternoon General. How may I be of service?" the man asked.

"Good afternoon Sir. My name is General Bleylock, representative talent scout for Technoid. I have come because I seek your son, I'Son Danvers. Technoid would like to offer him a schollarship and a chance to evolve as a scientist" he said.

The other man nodded.

"I am Evander Danvers, I'Sons Father. At the moment, I'Son is not here. He is playing an away game with his football team. They will be returning this weekend, as the amateur league takes him away from here. And into a further part of the galaxy. It wasnt easy for him to get time off from work to go, so I imagine he will make the best of it" Evander said thoughtfully.

General Bleylock nodded thoughtfully. That meant he had to wait for a few days to talk to this genious.

"Would you allow me to explain to you and your wife what kind of possibilities we can offer your son in Technoid?" Bleylock said with a smirk...

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It was Saturday, and General Bleylock had again made his way to the Danvers family home again. Evander greeted him as he arrived."This time, you are in luck. I'Son has the weekend off and decided to stay for a few days. This is rare at best. He is a very driven young man, always busy with something. He arrived late last night and just went to take a shower before you arrived General. Lets head inside the living room and wait for him" he suggested.

General Bleylock nodded as he followed Mr Danvers into the house.

Moments after he had sat down and had a drink of water, the person he was waiting for showed up. General Bleylock was stunned. Those pictures really did not do the young man justice. Blue eyes, hidden behind glasses. Was that all an act or did he really need those? General Bleylock for some reason had the feeling that contacts would improve his looks. But first, he needed to learn more, before those thoughts became a matter.

"Its an honour to meet you, General Bleylock. How may I be of service to you and Technoid?" I'Son asked as he held out his hand.

General Bleylock noted he had a firm handshake. This young man knew his worth, and he would not be easily fooled. The best bet here, was to put all cards on the table, and tell him the truth, as long as possible.

"It is not so much what you can do for me, but more so about what I and Technoid can offer you" Bleylock managed.

Did he just imagine it, or was there a sharp glance between father and son?

Bleylock was aware, not everyone in the galaxy thought highly of Technoid.

Some were sceptical while others down right defied them. Bleylock freed himself from the thought. He was being paranoid. Dont assume the worst, give it a chance. Not everyone in the galaxy is against you he told himself.

I'Son drank a glass of water, studying him. For once, Bleylock was happy he had his shades on indoors. He could explain it away with his eyes being sensitive to the light here. I'Son studied the conditions of the schollarship agreement he was presented.

"This contract...it seems to benefit me more than it benefits Technoid. And that makes me wonder, where is the catch?" he asked casually.

Bleylock knew he had been right. The young man was modest, but he was also razor sharp. Lying would do no good here. Better stick with the truth.

Bleylock told him what the School teacher had told him and shown him. I'Son nodded it.

"It is possible you are three years late General Bleylock. It is true, I still love science, and I am good at it, but, like I said, this was three years ago. I have to think this over before I can accept. I also need to speak with my current employer. To find good help is not always easy. If I am to jump on this most generous offer, I may need additional information. Is there somewhere I can turn to, in order to gather that information?" I'Son asked.

Bleylock realised he had been right. That sharp look between father and son had been Evander giving I'Son a warning. This was not a pro Technoid family. And that made things more challenging. General Bleylock had set his mind on young I'Son. Technoid needed someone of his talent. Now, he would have to adjust his strategy some. But in no way was he going to let this talent slip his grasp.

"But off course. I would not mind delivering it to you personally, if it is not inconvenient" Bleylock said with a smile.

I'Son nodded.

"I can come by your hotel and pick it up before my shift starts on monday" he suggested.

Bleylock smiled.

"Let me know when, just inform the front desk of your arrival, and I will be with you shortly"...

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It had been tough negotiations. Bleylock knew I'Son had thought this over long and hard, looking for any catch. It had been a battle for him too. Either stay with all he knew, or take the chance on a new future.A future where he could develop his skills as a scientist, become one of the best in the galaxy, way ahead of his peers.I'Son made the call any young man his age would do if given the chance. Go all in. Bleylock understood that his father had cautioned his son, and told him to be careful. If he had been under age, his father would not have let him leave. But now, I'Son was a legal adult, 22 years old, and ready to start his sponsored training by Technoid. Bleylock had a good feeling. He had found this talent, and he had asked Duke Maddox to be allowed to mentor him. I'Son was in need of protection. He, General Bleylock, would be that protector.

Now, he looked at the young man in the seat next to him. I'Son had closed his eyes, during their trip to Technoid base. His father had thought his son would be trained on Akillian, but that was not where you started when with Technoid. It was always Technoid base where the football droids were made.

"Wake up I'Son, we are going in for landing" Bleylock informed him.

The young man seemed to study the metal base outside the window.

"The place looks kind of dark, is this really where all your new talents start out?" he asked.

Bleylock nodded.

"You will get used to it I'Son. Besides, I have a feeling you will immerse yourself more in what the laboratory here has to offer. You seem to have a natural talent for things.I will be your mentor. If there is anything you need that you cant get of the computers in the labs, come see me. I will make sure you get the help you need" he assured him.

I'Son seemed to be thinking. There that feeling was again. A feeling that he could see right through him.

Then,I'Son smiled reassuringly.

"You are right General. I dont mean to sound ungrateful.I am just not used to things coming easy, usually, there is always a catch" he said.

Bleylock managed a smile.

"You will be well cared for I'Son. At Technoid, we are like a family. We take care of eachother. A talent like yours should not go to waste. We will help you reach the goals of your dreams. At Technoid, you will soon become our best scientist ever"...