Chapter 1 Prologue.1

Chapter 1 Prologue.1

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Year 2502 aboard the Tesla Super Stealth Carrier HFAX Silent Night in warp space to enemy-occupied Odeus 5.

I stood outside the main operations room of the Silent Night. I heard a commotion and decided to wait at the door to observe my squad using the interior cameras through my implant. It appears my squad might finally be bonding today. A tall Human man with brown hair and green eyes dressed in a skin-tight red Marine Force Recon Nano undersuit seemed to be pleading his case.

"Listen, I'm telling you, Hephaestus, the Elunari are practically space elves. They have pointed ears and everything!"

A large, well-built Filipino man with short black hair, caramel skin, and piercing hazel eyes stared listlessly at the complaining man. He lounged around in a green tank top, with muscles practically bursting out from the thin cotton.

He nonchalantly answers his new comrade while lazily slapping his legs on top of a desk. "Zeus... beyond the pointed ears, what do the Elunari share with any fantasy elf? I mean, their skin is bright pink along with their blue-shaded hair. Whatever cocktails Doctor Octario is dishing out to you, she needs to bring the dosage down a bit because you are trippin', my friend."

A supermodel of a man with his perfectly gelled blonde hair and deep blue eyes wearing a graphic tee reading "I'm the medic" next to a tiny heart on it makes an off-hand comment.

"I suppose if someone squinted hard enough, they could see how the Elunari could be considered the elegant space version of Elves."

"See, Heph! Apollo agrees with me!"

A tall Native American Woman with long flowing black hair and bright brown eyes scoffs. "Those weren't words of agreement, kid."

"Who are you calling a kid, Artemis!? I'm the oldest one here!" voiced Zeus, his face getting redder by the second.

A Human man with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a dark blue Naval Intelligence Nano undersuit, chimes in with his French accent. "I believe the saying goes, 'Maturity comes with experience, not age,' Zeus."

"Marcel— crap... I mean Nike! You are supposed to be on my side here, man!"

I walked back into the hallway to head back to my room to prepare, but I could hear somebody approaching me from behind. She always moves so silently. Without my augmentations and implants, I doubt I'd ever be able to hear her coming.

I turned and looked at the young woman. She was short for a second-generation Death Commando, her jet black hair and eyes so brown they might as well be black. Her dark appearance contrasted against her pale skin. She rarely spoke to anyone besides the recently departed Hypnos or me. I was curious about what she wanted from me.

"Yes, Commando Nyx?"

She gave me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'll never be able to sneak up on you, Commander Kronos, huh?" she said playfully.

"I'm afraid not anytime soon, Nyx. Do you have a question about the mission?" I asked curiously.

"No, sir. Permission to speak freely?"

This is uncharacteristic of Nyx. All the second generations seem to have some form of quirk or a distinct personality trait. I didn't mind that about them at all, it made them easier to understand, yet it was difficult for me when they deviated from their normal patterns.

"Sure. Perhaps we should take a little walk?" I suggested.

She nodded. "Of course, Commander."

I turned around and slowed my gait to match her. Being over a foot taller than her made walking next to her difficult in these tight hallways. Currently, it was technically night on the ship. Most of the regs were sleeping since we were in warp.

Only the engineers and navigators needed to be awake to keep the ship running, so the hallways were empty. Everybody who wasn't essential was trying to squeeze the most amount of sleep they could out of what little time they had left. After some time, I inquired about Nyx's concerns.

"So what is on your mind, Commando?"

"It's the Generation 3 Commandos, sir. I don't like them..." she had a complicated look on her face. Nyx rarely showed any kind of emotion and seemed to me that she belonged to the first generation despite being a Gen 2.

"I mean, Nike seems okay... but Zeus bothers me. They are essentially just souped-up regs?" she asked boldly.

Uncharacteristic indeed. Like me, most of the Gen 2 had suppressed and altered emotions. For Nyx to speak out like this, something must have caught her attention that I missed. Perhaps she was onto something, though.

These 3rd Generation Commandos were fundamentally different from myself and the second generation. They are regular humans who have already lived most of their adult lives before becoming Death Commandos. They weren't raised for war like the second generation or created for war like I was. I could see how their personalities and world views would clash. However, I was ordered to make this work.

And make it work, I shall.

"Your concerns are noted, Commando, but my hands are tied. You should attempt to get along with the new generation. You will most likely be seeing and working with many more of them in the near future. After all, the 3rd generation will double the number of your second generation and nearly quadruple that of my first generation. I understand they are no replacement for Hypnos and Demeter, but orders are orders."

Nyx winced at the mention of Hypnos. She was close to the former stealth specialist. I suppose they might have been closer than I expected.

"That's not what I mea—....Sorry, sir. I understand. Thank you for your time." She cut herself off mid-sentence and seemed... frustrated?

Nyx promptly gave me a crisp salute and walked down an adjoining hallway. I didn't mind the abrupt ending to our conversation. I did give her permission to speak freely, after all. I guess I'll just never understand her completely.