This is a continuing story. It will be separated based upon installments, and not chapters. I will divide it into chapters when it ends. Criticize it, so that I can improve it.

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INSTALLMENT-1

"As a kid, one of my big dreams was to travel through space. I wanted to fly across the infinite, starry seas; naïvely, I imagined myself as a sort of cop, capturing the "bad guys" and bringing them to justice, all for the glory and fame associated with being a hero. I admired the supposedly brave and caring leaders of The Bvarrae Union. I certainly was a patriotic little ****er... I would never imagine myself being in the situation I am now.

I do have to say, though, thank you for taking your time to listen to this. I doubt that you will think of me any more positively than the rest of those mindless 'sheep' out there, but you have shown some level of intellectual superiority by taking the time to listen to me, at least. History will remember me as the 'bad guy.' You will remember me as the 'bad guy,' as well; however, you will at least understand me a bit more than the rest of those fools out there. Maybe you will view me less as an 'evil' person, but more as a 'crazy' person. I would-

ZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRCHHHH-"

The message, emanating from a cracked recording device, came to a halting stop with a loud, electronic screech. The recording was obviously damaged, which was a great disappointment to the figure who came across the device. With a sigh, the explorer, clad in clothing and gear that covered his whole body, making him an indistinguishable space researcher, slowly pocketed the device in a small pouch on his side, and rose to his feet. Taking a final, quick survey of the area- a ruined room of rusted metal walls and mechanical debris everywhere, but without signs of organic decay- he turned, and headed out the doorway on the opposite side of the room.

The man exited the main facility of what appeared to be a ruined space station, designed for prison purposes, and approached his vehicle- a small, plane spacecraft, with the words “PROPERTY OF THE BVARRAE RESEARCH DIVISION” painted upon it in big, bold letters. He entered a code on what appeared to be a keypad on the side of the ship, and the top portion of the spacecraft opened. He entered the ship, pressed a button that caused the open door to close. He fastened his seatbelt, and removed his helmet, revealing his face- he had dark, brown hair, eyes with a jade green color, and pale, white skin. He was rather thin.

After waiting for a few moments in deep thought, wondering about his disappointing mention, he picked up what appeared to be a communication device of some sort- it appeared to be a small, transparent rectangle, that had a microphone and speakers hidden within it. He held it to his mouth, and spoke.

“This is Gerard Wahrheit. There is no important information worthy of recovery here… I am awaiting my next assignment.” He finished speaking, and put the object to his side. He started up his ship, and he began to fly through space, towards his destination…