Zatland Zuallen

As he crossed his arms around his c.h.e.s.t, he noticed he had dug a fingernail into the flesh on his right bicep. He relaxed his temper forcible, causing his heart to shiver miserable, and his stomach to grow queasy.

Zatland walked down the hall of the hospital crematorium, retrieving the compressed cube of his father's ashes to be planted in (Save). Everything including ashes must be recycled.

Tear of resentment streamed down his eyes unknowingly. His intimidating figure of 6 feet and 1 inches, and his daunting musculature granted by his African Ancestry gave him an imm.a.t.u.r.e beastly aura.

Just sixteen years and already built like a ram. You could tell by the way he walked, that he only had one path left to him.

Zatland was never really good at hiding his emotions.

lucky for him, who he directed that anger against wasn't easy to be perceived, it could have been rage directed at his father's, for all others could understand.

….

Frenor Zuallen, Zatland's father; in the case of his death. Left him an inheritance of a few million credits, and ten million credits or so in unliquidated assets.

The assets left behind as lab equipment were immediately sold first. He had no choice, he didn't have the necessary permit to keep them.

Zatland believed it was best to liquidate all assets into currency and move out to a smaller place.

He now wasn't important enough to keep such a prime plot of real estate that was his home, and it was through his father's connections that they even earned the place in the beginning.

He didn't need anybody plotting against him for property Wars.

He was clueless as to who conspired against his father, but they had to have had a significant influence not to be afraid of Killing Frenor. Frenor Zuallen was an essential man, even amongst the 1000 most influent people of his generation he would be ranked pretty highly.

he was a man that if murdered...which he was. Would have countless parties of investigators on the case, willing to stack their careers on a whim….but this time as if catching a whiff of something dangerous nobody came forward.

Such a prominent man in the field of pharmacology, which currently was a rare field to make advancements in.

He was one of the men in which justice was served if unjustly killed. Yet the truth of the matter was, he was still killed.

That type of power to hide the obvious fact that Dr. Frenor Zuallen was murdered instead of the real facts, gave Zatland a hint that he may still be being monitored...whoever killed his father had all the asset necessary to keep tabs on him 24/7.

He knew all this, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was a nobody without his father's influence.

If the Murderers wanted to mess with his financial situation right now, they could shit on him, he thought.

He probably didn't have much time, to secure all his assets into a safe place.

Plus he would still have to get through the next few months of school without being too distracted.

The school was currently too important to Zatland; his last few classes involved his placement or either treatment in his military Training, he couldn't afford to not care, the grades were an important springboard to his future career path. if he failed one class he'd be forced to retake the course. it would delay him, not to mentions it could have future repercussions, to how much he could accomplish in training.

Zatland couldn't afford to indulge his sad feelings now. He planned to spend his career in the military, and too completely break down and mourn now, wasn't a good time.

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P.O.V Zatland

When he was alive Dad kind of resented the fact that I wouldn't become a scientist or at least a doctor.

he always said if I could have gotten into the scientific field, He would be sure, to raise me up somehow and give me preferential treatment.

And I was bright enough to learn, but it just wasn't in the stars for me to follow the family's general career direction.

In fact, I found it all a little dull.

I loved to fight and get into trouble; I was a warrior at heart, I wanted to be wild and uninhibited.

Even just being a doctor was a path to a cage for me. I would have died of boredom.

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Narrator

Though his father often told him he was capable of learning and becoming a great scientist, Zatland believed it would have aged him prem.a.t.u.r.ely and made him miserable if he was to accept that.

In the end, Zatland would be the most mediocre of doctors or scientist of his time, he believed.

Zatland was strong, and Willy since birth, Why not use his natural advantage in a more exciting field he pondered. And one day found the military to be just the field.

Zatland always hated the fact, being a doctor or a scientist, left his ability to work on certification, something that could be taken away from him; it wasn't worth having he believed. His Father used to say being reliant on outsider forces was a sin, but he never seemed to notice he was heavily dependent upon his research funders and had to abide by their set of rules on safety, experimental ethics, and research exposure.

The military was different; it was harder for the military to be controlled. Space was just too vast a place.

Military generals could make up their own rules during deployment, including unethical ones. Concepts such as dishonorable discharge no longer existed as the field of battle was just too large and sometimes too bloody. Soldiers lost their lives daily.

Some alien races even ate Human beings like a snack food, in space, it was survival of the fittest, as long as you didn't do anything especially atrocious in battle, or that would anger a dominant alien species. You could do anything, you could get rich like no other field of employment in space or land. You just had to trade lives for your success.

Zatland didn't especially plan on committing an atrocious alien war crime, but the fact that he could make his own rules, during his Career, made him all the more partial towards the military field. All he would have to do was somehow become the leader of his own naval squadron of sh.i.p.s, and he could go anywhere and do anything throughout the solar system and more.

An adventure. Zatlands life could be an adventure, as a thrill seeker, he wanted that.

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in this Era, you picked your path fast. The age when all would enter the job training stage of their learning was at sixteen. There was no such thing as wasting potential anymore, as all career fields had a mandatory trade school attendance. And children only spent their first twelve years of schooling learning basic knowledge.

Zatland arrived at his now empty home, absent of his now deceased father.

He stared at the panel of the stairwell, he had yanked a part of the banister loose while releasing his father's body.

The image of his father hanging there wasn't going to leave him anytime soon. If it was ever possible for him to forget….

he walked to the fridge to grab some chocolate milk and began to take some sips from the small cup.

Zatland turned on the television to the channel he had usually watched with his Father when he was younger.

Military Terrain Training Network.

The channels main show was.

The Virtual Reality Training World.

It was the game world in which was only accessible to military recruits and superiors.

A long time ago they started broadcasting some of the soldier's mental exercise on television to boost enlistment.

It was a virtual world of Eldorado in which the men and women of the military would adventure and solve problems.

An intense MMORPG just for soldiers. You can say heroes are born and made every day on the platform.

there is fame to be had in the game.

It was also used as an active resume, for military employers, in the world of Eldorado you could highlight your entire career path. And that was Zatlands First goal. To take over this world.