This prologue takes place roughly forty years before season one, before the whole of Kayden's story begins.
Here is Mathis...
A young two-eyed Cyril with long white hair in a ponytail and Guardian armor stood before his Captain at the Guardianship. He had eager eyes and a proud smile.
“You have now earned the rank of Private, Guardian Mathis Veckrar. Go forward into the universe knowing what you do matters,” the Captain said. Mathis saluted him just as he returned salute.
“We have a new Squire assigned who will be here in an hour. Her name is Lanali Feja. She is a Tavalon who was at the top of her class during her entire academy training,” the Captain said.
“What are her special traits?” Mathis asked.
“She is great at logistics—just like an Agent but with arms training and hand-to-hand experience,” the Captain said. Mathis puffed up his chest and grinned.
“Nice, I can’t wait to meet her,” he said eagerly. The Captain smiled.
“You came from a difficult place of being a Cyril hybrid wearing two eyes while everyone has only one…you’ll prove that you were worth the investment of the Guardianship, I just know it,” the Captain said personally. Mathis smiled warmly before lowering his gaze.
“I’m thankful for the scholarship…I won’t forget it,” Mathis said. The Captain smiled and nodded.
“Show the universe what it means to guard it,” the Captain said.
A female Tavalon boarded the bridge of a smaller ship with an eager gaze. She had short white hair and red eyes. She had the telltale small horns on her forehead and pink skin. Mathis was aboard the bridge already while on his Command Console—scrolling through the database of nearby criminals.
“Lanali, come here,” Mathis said.
“Anyone stand out?” Lanali asked.
“They’re all degenerates that deserve it, honestly. None of these bastards deserve a redemptive sentence,” Mathis said. Lanali paused before joining his side. He eyed her as he brought up the file of a male Incandescent with short blue hair and pink eyes.
“This guy is the local wanted in the quadrant, he’s wanted for some nefarious shit,” Mathis said. He scrolled through the specifics and brought up the wanted list. She eyed it and grimaced at how long it was. Then she saw some very serious crimes.
“What will they put him away for?” Lanali asked.
“I don’t know—you don’t get to know that detail until the mission is over so it doesn’t cloud the judgment,” Mathis said.
“I hope it’s something severe…just because he’s an Incandescent doesn’t mean he should be given leniency,” Lanali said. Mathis thought on her words and paused.
“He’s wanted for illegal experimentation and cruel surgeries on aliens…that’s pretty heinous,” Lanali said as she eyed him. He exchanged a tense gaze before averting his eyes.
“We’re the Guardianship, of course, we’ll deliver the right justice,” Mathis said.
“We arrive in one day on Saturnus. We’ll go in cloaked and capture him easily, I’m sure,” Mathis said before disrupting the projection. He put his hands behind his head and grinned.
“I can’t believe I made it,” he said softly.
“What do you mean?” Lanali asked.
“I was an orphan—my parents were killed when I was a child, so I had no one until the Guardianship offered me a scholarship. Based on my grades and progress, they continued to sponsor me into a Guardian. I’m still sponsored now—that’s how I have the ship and everything. I’m so excited, those criminals will definitely not stay free for long,” Mathis said. Lanali smiled.
“We’ll give them a what for yet,” Lanali said.
They headed toward the planet and in one day, got there and landed. They disembarked and headed to the hoverbike before speeding off and heading into the city. They parked and entered the boundary of a laboratory. They cloaked upon entry as Lanali disengaged the door and got them inside. Mathis and Lanali patrolled the halls and went in search of the Incandescent and came across very few people. They made it into the last room in the building to find a familiar Incandescent. They suddenly paused as they saw numerous alien bodies all along the table pinned down as if part of a dissection. The Incandescent quietly started examining one. Mathis lifted his rifle to the Incandescent’s face as he uncloaked—startling him.
“Mauer Wattis, you’re under arrest for illegal experiments and immoral ethics,” Mathis said. Mauer went pale as he eyed him.
“You can’t…you can’t take me in, I’m an Incandescent,” Mauer said. Mathis glared as he eyed the corpse. He held out the shackles before Lanali uncloaked and grabbed them. Mauer grimaced as he was cuffed.
“He’s going on the back of the bike on the trailer—you brought the hookup, right?” Mathis asked. Lanali took a small circular piece of metal with a small thruster off her back.
“Of course, I did. I don’t want this man riding with us,” Lanali said as she couldn’t help but eye all the corpses. Mathis looked back at the bodies too and just held an intense gaze on them. He felt a cold shiver down his spine before he grimaced and suddenly punched the Incandescent hard across the face—sending him flying into a nearby shelf. Mauer made a clammer as he knocked every small bit of research equipment down while hitting the floor. Sparkling blood poured from his busted nose as he sniveled.
“You piece of shit…you’re despicable,” Mathis said as he lowered his gaze. The Incandescent looked up in fear.
“Let’s…get out of here,” Lanali said anxiously while eyeing the corpses. Mathis grimaced and dragged the Incandescent out of the lab. They took the circular metal disc with the thruster and connected it to the back of the bike before it unfolded to a small platform. Mathis took out various straps out of his pockets and started to assemble a kind of harness before he used his electromagnetic pulse to make it metal. He set it up like a small metal cage mounted on the disc that extended to a base. He took Mauer and placed him inside even as he squirmed.
“This is too small! Don’t put me in there!” Mauer panicked. Mathis shoved him in even more effortfully to make him squirm more. They both got on the bike and headed back. As they got to the ship, Mathis more than willingly shoved Mauer into the prison cell. He stared at his Command Console as if drawing a blank. Lanali eyed him warily and fretted.
“We need to call it in so they can take care of the bodies,” Lanali said quietly. Mathis grimaced and quickly dialed in his Captain. The man appeared over the comms—he had short spiky brown hair and a red eye.
“Captain Makker, we apprehended Mauer—but there were at least a dozen corpses lined up and pinned on his table,” Mathis said grimly. The Captain grimaced.
“We got an update on his file, he’s wanted for a host of things by now. Send me the coordinates you found them and we’ll get to work on his case,” Makker said.
“How…long will he serve time?” Mathis couldn’t help but ask. Makker was silent for a moment.
“He’s a special case, maximum of thirty years,” Makker said. Mathis’s eyes went wide.
“You’ve…got to be kidding…” Mathis said.
“Incandescents don’t serve that much time—especially political affiliates,” Makker said with a grimace. Mathis looked visibly upset at the news.
“But…that’s not right,” Mathis said.
“Right or not, that’s how it is. That is the law that guides us, Mathis,” Makker said sternly. He saw the intense grimace on Mathis’s face before looking over his shoulder.
“I don’t like how it is either, Mathis. Not all of our laws are fair for a host of reasons, but we as the Guardians must follow them, or there is disorder,” Makker said. Mathis grimaced as he lowered his gaze.
“Come drop the target off as soon as you can, the courts are waiting to give him a trial,” Makker said. Mathis tightened his jaw as he felt frustration rise in the pit of his stomach. He raised his salute which Makker replied before terminating the comms. Lanali stood beside him and wore a fret.
“It isn’t right, but it’s our job, Mathis,” Lanali said with a fret. Mathis just had his gaze lowered as his thoughts weighed on his mind on the slap on the wrist sentence. He started to feel doubt creep in.
At the Guardian past a large metal door was the courtroom. Wooden benches with ornate carvings of Cyrilin design with ticks and hyphens in the engraved letters: ‘May justice and peace guide the path we lead the people,’
The solemn courtroom was filled with only a few people; mainly Incandescents. Mauer sat in the hotseat next to the judge and looked angry. The judge—a Cyril with brown slicked back hair and a gold eye sat at the head of the room at a table with two other aliens next to him. A short Safaress male and a Incandescent female on either side. Mathis sat in the back row of the pews all on his own. He was in his Guardian armor for the sake of public image.
“We have found the Incandescent—Mauer Wattis guilty of illegal scientific study and unconstitutional ethics to the realm of the Guardianship,” the Cyril said.
“In part of the official alliance of the Inacandescent accord—he will be incarcerated in Macca Nine for twenty-five years. Five years have been removed due to his time spent as an advisor for the Reliaza council in Speldora,” the Incandescent woman said. Mathis’s eyes went wide to hear the verdict. His hands trembled as he felt anger fill his hearts. Mathis made tight fists that only got tighter and tighter as he saw the smug grin on Mauer’s face.
“Take him to the cellblock,” the Safaress said. The Cyril used an Obliturium block to pound the table once that made a loud THUNK!
Mathis stood outside the courtroom with his eyes wide as he watched the Incandescent—Mauer leave with a pair of Guardians.
“I can’t believe they took off five years of his sentence…” Lanali said anxiously. Mathis had a tense expression as he watched Mauer leave the area.
“It’s shit,” Mathis said. Lanali fretted and nodded.
“It’s not right,” Lanali said.
They walked back toward the docks and met the Captain. Makker saw their disenchanted expressions and fretted. He knew the system wasn’t perfect and the pain of finding out the sentence didn’t quite match the crime.
“Your new mission has been sent to your inbox this morning. Be careful on this one, the target is known to utilize explosive collars,” Makker said. Mathis and Lanali saluted before departing.