Five years earlier, Bryce Mov had worked as a communications officer for a small fleet on planet Vecarro. He had recently graduated from Baro Military Academy, a decent mid-ranking school outside the capital of Dralon. Bryce had fluffy blonde hair, light blue eyes, twenty-three years old, and possessed a face that made people want to trust him. His body was lean and slightly muscular from his training days at the military academy.

A few years back, Bryce's father, Arthur, was injured on the front lines during the war and lost both his legs. Thankfully, a soldier close by was able to drag Arthur to safety and stop major bleeding. While Bryce's younger sister, Julia, finished school, she acted as a temporary caretaker for their father, while Bryce worked as the primary earner. Today, Bryce received a message from Julia that his father did not have any night terrors last night. This was a first, as he had been having them since he came home. This had been hard on his father's health and had also caused Julia to lose a lot of sleep. Bryce was in a good mood as he clocked into work. Heading straight to his office corner, someone was already inside.

This was a strange sight; no one visited him this early in the morning without calling first. As he entered the room, the man's face came into view. A huge scar streaked across his mouth, and his hair was buzzed, highlighting the sharp features of his face. The man observed Bryce as well, looking him up and down. Finally, after a long silence, he nodded and said, “I’m Frank Morall. I was sent by General Brobit.” Bryce shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Morall. I am Bryce Mov.” Looking back down at his clipboard with a serious expression, he sighed. “You might want to sit down for this.” Bryce nodded and sat in the chair across from Frank. “You are being transferred.” Bryce's eyes widened. He hadn’t worked for more than a year at this location and was already being transferred. “Where am I being transferred to?”

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Frank’s eyes darkened. “We were looking through soldiers' profiles and came across yours that fits the image that we need.” Bryce stared blankly, unaware of where this was heading. “To put it simply, we need you to work as a spy for us.” Bryce's mouth hung open, heart thumping loudly. “We got word that one of our units was able to capture a person known as Orion Voss.” Frank handed him a file.

It was Orion’s profile, his picture clipped to the corner looking eerily similar to him. His information stated that he was a new graduate of Nolo Academy, an elite academy for rich kids on the enemy planet Aitania. Orion was twenty-one years old and in the process of getting a position with the new team called Jonado, run by Captain Bing. “I want you to get a position on that team as Orion,” Frank handed him some more documents. “If you decline this offer, let us just say that you will no longer be employable on this planet.” Bryce felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he scanned the document.