What would Earth be like? That’s what you keep asking to yourself everytime you heard the word “Earth” dropping from somewhere. You’re not aware of how Earth is actually like, aside from the things you have heard here and there. You’ve been born in a Earth colony on New Volga, Planet Mars.
You’d be lying if you said that you had seen more planets and more about the space. Sometimes you heard stories about the other colonies on other planets, but you surely just fixed yourself on what would happen on Mars.
Your parents worked in the factories, trying their best to keep you, your big sister and themselves alive. You probably hadn’t the best life in the Colonies, but it was enough and much to bear. You knew that you would be chosen for a better path. The time just had to come.
Then, your sister left, and you’d been given her old rifle. Since you wanted to earn a bit money for yourself, you went to shooting tournaments down at the galleries. It was nothing much, but it had shown that you had the skill, and that you’d use it for the future maybe.
You may have an aggravating personality, but you work and fight with precision, a natural fighter. More like a cat-like creature, a hunter who’s been keeping an eye on his prey, waiting for the perfect moment to come.
You wanted to leave this place, it felt like a dream for you. Maybe it would be true. One fucking day. The war has drawn your face. It made you leave it more. Those fucking Colterons.
One day, a piece of the Frontier landed outside the city, and you decided to climb on top of it. It made you feel like you were alone in the universe up there. Just you and the stars. You’d stay out there until your mother ought to call you to come home. Those good old times…
Away from the Colonies, you’ve been transferred to Sleipnir, and you became part of a shady plan, also known as Project Thebes. The Alliance was against the concept of losing the war, so Commander Bering decided to pick a few Fighters and become their lackeys. For some reason, you were the perfect match; you, a simple guy from the Colonies.
Now, you’ve been chosen as a Fighter, one of the best the Alliance could ask for. But life at the Alliance wasn’t always like a piece of cake. While the other fighters do not seem to have anything against you, there's this one motherfucker, whom you share a mutual dislike with: Praxis. You don't know why he's against you, but in all honesty, you don't really care. You've got better things to to do after all. You were looking for the perfect Navigator, someone you’d be compatible with. That was what Project Thebes was for. You had the task to seduce your Navigator, make them fall for you, so that your bond would be strong and you’d become the Alliance’s secret weapon. A weapon that would end the war against the Colterons… Love was the secret weapon. Kind of a weird concept you thought.
It sounded shady at first, but you’ve been promised a lot of good things, so you winged with it. Your first two attempts were a drastic fail, and you became the gossip of the day. Let them talk, they’re nothing special compared to you. You’ve got better business to do, like, getting a new Navigator since you ditched another one once again.
Abel— that was the new Navigator you’ve been partnered with to fly the Reliant. He seems special to you, or so you thought he would be. Seducing him— that was your goal, and you would just wing it. You’d “test his abilities”, trying to become compatible with him— and it worked.
For you, he was nothing but a tool, a thing, part of the Project Thebes that the Commander has you assigned for. Abel was just part of a plan, and he did not know it. He shouldn’t even know it. You used him, just like you did with the former Navigators you have ditched. Nothing important was it for you. If it didn’t work, you’d get another one, right? That was how the song would play. Over and over again. Like a broken record.
Abel was a success, you knew it best. He’s smitten into you, you made him fall for you, and you played along. A nasty act you did, playing with his feelings like it was nothing. You had no empathy left, all you wanted was to give him what he wanted— and he gave you what you wanted.
You were wary about him, and so you had your own little guard dog— his name was Deimos, and his task was to spy on your possession and give you all the information you wanted. You were one of the keys to the project after all. That’s what Bering told you.
But it didn’t seem enough for you. While you developed your sexual attraction towards the Navigator, there’s something else you seem develop for him. Could it be… human feelings? Your heart hasn’t been beating like this before. It never did, not even for your former partners. Why did it have to be him?
He was a tool, damn it. That was part of the plan after all. But this fool was able to activate a special engine, built with Colteron technology. Abel made it possible to activate the secret jump drive— just like Project Thebes ought to be. It was a success. But it didn’t change the fact that you feel for him as much as he fell for you. It felt strange for you, the way he spoke your real name felt so strange. Was that even part of the plan? You don’t know. You feel for him as much as he fell for you. And he was no longer a tool for you. He was a human being, someone you’d cherish and protect.
Just thinking about it made you feel all weird again. It’s been a year since then. You tried to manage your life in this new place. You adopted a little kitten that you called Nyma and your sleeping schedule is all messed up. You have a love-hate relationship with your job. As long as it pays well, it’s okay.