Chapter one -  The Job (part One) 

One of the first rules of robbing any target, is to never get caught,be it a bank, pawn shop, store, restaurant, gym or school. Yes, I said it, school. 

Robbing my high school was one of my first big jobs.well not really a good one, but I managed to get away with those newly installed softwares, this was to get back at my anamaticks teacher Mr Bently. Old man had a temper as sharp as a Valien alien.

Valien aliens are pretty crazy alien species, unlike the other alien species, they dont have the ability to communicate, really weird fucks, but seem cool. 

Mr Bently got me suspended from school for hacking into the library system and revealing the school's illegally misused funds. In retaliation I stole his newly built programs, leaving him no backups. 

These programs would allow poor people to fully regenerate their oxygen filters without using credits. Credits is the currency of the galaxies. Mr Bently would have made a fortune by selling the programs on the blackmarket but No, I distributed the programs to the less funded institutions for free, it fucking felt so good. Anyway let's get back to this shit show. 

Always expect the worst, even when you have managed to run off with the credits , jewelry, paintings or anything of real fucking value. Just run "motherfucker", run!.

But this time we broke the fucking first rule. We got caught trying to steal a painting of a 21st century artist , Mr grey, a painting called " views from everywhere ", honestly it's a simple looking painting of different colours but valuable to the elites here. This was one way to get back at them too. For what? Everything, that's a story that will unfold itself here. It seems like a small job but trust me there's more.

My name is Yolek Downhouse, or as many friends of mine call me, YD. I am a human from earth 01, Falcon city,a rural area of centre earth 01.

Earth 01, is a poor replica of the first human planet called Earth 00. EARTH 00 is the humans first home.Earth 00 got overpopulated in the 22nd century and with the discovery of other planets, the rich elite humans of earth 00 decided to have the earth to themselves, promising the many poor and uneducated people of earth jobs and better living conditions on earth 01, therefore providing passage to 70 percent of humans from earth to explore the other planets in the solar system.But this was merely a smokescreen to have more labourers on the newly discovered planets as most of the planets have a powerful and expensive mineral called Prenox.We live in a universe of humans, aliens and Ai's. All these discoveries also had an impact on the population of earth. 

Prenox is the life of the galaxies, it powers, builds and is found in all machines in existence. Prenox," Hard to mine but rich to sell", this was the rich humans of earth's plan to get rich, while we the poor work and live on planets with oxygen that is clearly toxic to our bodies.

Oxygen on planets like earth 01 is different from the oxygen they have on earth 00,due to the massive mining of  prenox and other ores, the oxygen synthesised on replica earth 01 or other planets is highly contaminated by radiation from the prenox powering the filters.

As a result of this contamination people with no access to oxygen filters suffer consequences  of hallucinations, cancer, Unexplained abilities like super strength, telekinesis and more. But such consequences lead the victims to madness or death.

Here I sit handcuffed in the back of this galactic police van. Handcuffed with the old silver handcuffs. surely these pricks are not taking any chances with us. Mostly the galactic police use these handcuffs to prevent any hacking of any kind. My friends and I are known for rampant attacks on the galactic police's cyber networks and on many occasions managed to hack the cuffs and freed our friends. 

Pricks is the street word we use to call any coat fleet member. COAT FLEET is the formation alliance of the Ai's, humans and aliens. To join the COAT fleet is something I have never really wanted to do, unlike my friend Ilya, who is sitting next to me in the back of the van, he wanted to join the fleet but not anymore, Ilya is handcuffed both hands and legs, Ilya is a good guy but really violent when provoked. 

Before the wars of krasinogon and the High houses Ilya had always wanted to be part of the COAT fleet, but that idea left his mind three suns ago when the galactic police ambushed him in his strip club, arrested him and his employees for gun smuggling and participation in the riots. His five employees weren't so lucky as they got gunned down by the corrupt galactic police, Ilya managed to escape and has since been trying to fight for the other civilians abused by the galactic police.

Our capture in this heist is something that was not really expected. Many think I am thief, smuggler, hero, Robin hood, traitor, but well, fuck them, we are all something we are not to someone.

The van is slowing down, I can hear voices from outside, the securely covered van is uncomfortable, the heat is overwhelming. it seems we have arrived at the galactic police holding centre.

Ilya is trying to start a conversation with the one officer in the back of the van with us. He sits just next to me on the metal chair holding his lazer gun and communication tab on his front right pocket. Ilya stares at me and spits on my foot.

IIya

"we should ask for different holding cells when, we get inside, I dont want to look at your face or I will beat your ass Yd, we fucked this job up, my fucking life is over,  officer do you hear me? Keep us in different cells or you will have a dead body to clean up." 

I respond to ilya with a wordless fuck you,.but this isnt just a random taunt between friends but rather a signal letting Ilya know that its time. Ilya tries to get to me over the other side of the van and tumbles down. As he is handcuffed both hands and legs.

Ilya

"Hey, officer, are you going to help me or what? " the officer points his gun at me while trying to lift ilya up with one hand. Ilya quick with his mouth grabs the officers transponder which is attached to his galactic uniform. The transponder is a round small pin which looks like a coin with a magnet to it. The transponder acts as the signal transmitter for all galactic systems.

As Ilya tries to reach with his mouth for the pin I destruct the officer by dodging direct line with his gun and taunting him,"dont shot me you prick, do you even know how to use that fucking thing,you bloody prick". 

The officer is overwhelmed but manages to lift up Ilya up and get my fucking ass to shut up, with a jab to my chest, with his other gun.Can't feel my breath for a bit, and hurts like a bitch, I fall to my seat, gripping on to my jeans with my handcuffed hands trying to find the right time to breath.

Finally I can breathe freely, this skinny prick can really hit.

"ilya did you get my fuck you, you mute shit?", i shift my attention to ilya, as he swallows the  transponder he has just pick pocketed from the prick. 

Ilya groans at me but the prick is quick to interrupt

"that groaning means that you should shut the fuck up now, both of you, or i will do more than just hit you in the chest" this prick seems serious about this better keep quiet for now and let everything play itself out.

The van has completely stopped, my feet are sore from the long trip, pretty sure we were riding around in circles, so as to prevent anyone from knowing our location .

 A bang on the van doors loudly interrupts me, eyeing for the pricks gun, if only i can have it and spring lazer shot's on this prick. Would be a bloodbath here. 

We are grabbed out of the van, in an inclosed car park under the galactic holding building. Ilya is pushed to the ground, with his face directly facing the floor,I am forced to kneel on my knees, suddenly  galactic General Nomadis appears from his black lazer proof galactic car and two other pricks with him, dappy and max. 

Max almost infiltrated our gang, the bastard was an undercover prick, luckily we knew he was a rat before he got too close to our operations. Max managed to dodge my fucking bullet before i could blow his brains out, lucky bastard. Ilya never liked him from the first day we had a job with him, but hell no, I am a positive guy. I saw something in the prick. Dappy is really just Dappy, prick is huge, eats most all the time and rarely talks. General Nomadis, also known by the people as  "The Finisher ", is an Twevat  alien from planet Dala. Twevat aliens are stronger than usual aliens and have telepathic abilities but this ability drains their energy. Dala is a super power planet just like earth 00. General Nomadis is also part of a group called The Clan. 

The Clan are a secret group of elites and not just the normal elites but the super powerful, dark power business species from all sides of the galaxy. General Nomadis and Ilya have been chasing and shooting at each other for a fucking long time now . General Nomadis is the prick that gave the order to kill Ilya's crew at the strip club 3 suns ago. 

General Nomadis 

"fucking rats, what were you thinking, rob me, tryna to rob the Clan. And a fucking painting really, i am disappointed boys, especially you Ilya."

General Nomadis slowly picks up Ilya from the floor, with his  pale and long alien hands. Grabbing Ilya by the mouth with his right hand, his dirty fingers rubbing on Ilyas lips as he stares at him in the eyes .

" you think stealing a painting would hurt me, i know you still hear your fucking friends screaming when my men shot them down like animals in a cage."

With anger fuming in his eyes, Ilya responds with a bite to the generals fingers, white pale substance bleeds from the generals fingers, Ilya has bitten him badly.

General Nomadis 

" you fucking crazy rat", he gets up then hits Ilya in the chest, Ilya falls down to the floor in silence.disgusting to look at but Ilya sucks onto  the white pale substance left on his lips and teeth while smiling at the general while laying down hands and legs still cuffed.

The general decides to turn his attention to me. My legs are relieved when the general orders the skinny prick, who drove with us in the van, to lift me up and stand on my feet.

General Nomadis 

"Yolek Downhouse, seriously I still don't understand you, your family comes from a good line of galactic generals, but you." 

The General pauses for a moment while treating his hand, from the bite he just got.

"fuck, I will need to go the clinic for this, these rats cant be trusted with what they carry, tell me, why isnt your friend ilya talking? Wtf is up with that anger, show me", he suddenly hits me in the chest with his strong alien hand, the force is so strong that i am pushed so hard, hitting his lazer proof car in the garage with my body, force was so hard that the front light of his car is broken in parts.

"fuck, you had to destroy my fucking car, general nomadis heads towards me while I am laying helpless on the ground. He continues to hit me in the abdomen and chest with legs, I am stuck between the van and him, and a beat down i can't stop, saying to myself" just hold on, it's all worth it"

Ilya just groans at the general while he continues to hit me. When the old prick gets exhausted he tells the three pricks to take us to the  holding cells for interrogations. 

"even if they won't talk now, they will talk later, thats if they have a chance to talk, you really pissed off some real powerful people boys, fuck I have to go to the clinic and treat this before I get infected " 

Max, "should I drive you sir?" 

General, "no, I will drive myself, you just make sure these rats talk". 

"We are yet to piss you off more, hahaha". Knowing that I am already badly beaten and somehow can no longer feel the pain. Those are the only words I can say for now as max and dap drag us away. 

The general gets into his car and leaves the car park. Leaving us to deal with the three idiots. 

My fucking ribs probably got used to  beat downs, I have had my fair share of wins and losses, Sometimes I think the makes me feel alive. Fucking weird, but fucking love the thrill of a fight. I am beginning to think that I am more like Ilya than I realise.

Everyone's eyes in the station are on us, clearly showing that the pricks are happy they caught us, slurs and insults thrown at us. 

We are drugged to a cell that is isolated from the rest of the general population, with blood dripping from my mouth tainting the floors as I am drugged through the halls of the station. The other prisoners locked in the cells. Getting the vibe of love and hate from them, because I am sure my Gang and I have probably robbed some of these poor bastards in here. Ilya is quiet all the way down to the cell. He holds his mouth tight and peels out his big blue eyes. 

Is this shit bag just about to puke before we reach the jail cell, this would clearly make everything worse. The transponder he swallowed is our only play here. 

"Fuck, dont puke, don't puke" I say to Ilya, who is clearly about to throw up. A cell door opens, Ilya is viciously pushed in the cell to the ground, max heads in to uncuff Ilya when Ilya suddenly throws up on max"

Fuck did this bastard just throw up the transponder on max, realizing the transponder is in the vomit just next to his shoe, I Head bat Dappy on his chest, so as to distract Max and the others from noticing the transponder lying down. Max gets out of the cell and hits me  in the stomach, causing me to cough up more blood. I fall to the ground, handcuffs are removed on both Ilya and myself and thrown into the same cell. 

Max, "you threw up on me, you two are going to share a bed of vomit, same jail cell for you rats" 

"Rats " the pricks call people like me rats, because rats hide all the time, dont own anything, always steal and only care about themselves. Makes no sense to us but makes sense to the pricks.

Ilya pukes for the second time,the poor bastard almost swallowing his own puke backwards. 

Ilya, "this puke tastes better than your cooking yd" , he laughs at me, as I wipe the blood off my face. 

"Come on Ilya , if the puke tastes better, it simply means that it's still my cooking" we burst into laughter while trying to control our breathing from the beating we just received. 

Ilya 

"your faces looks shitty though, no jokes" 

"Ilya shut up, it was worth it,now give me the transponder, we now start the job" 

Ilya replies to me with a confused face, "what do you mean we start the job, we have been on the job all this time" 

"Nah Ilya, that was just the intermission" . 

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