1206 DC
12:45 AM
A capsule, around many in the spawn factory, sparked, too early perhaps, the door opening and letting out a small kid, brown spiky hair, green eyes, wearing a black jacket, a shirt and jeans, into the floor. The child sat up, and looked around... A kick got him back into conciousness
"YOU WERENT SUPPOSED TO EXIT YET!"
"..."
"Oh right.. you're too stupid to understand aren't you!"
The small clone stared at another clone, exactly like him, but much taller who, out of frustration, started dragging the small child...
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A 12 year old kid, tears in eyes, was walking back to his cabin from a long day of training, they had made him catch shurikens with his bare hands. Of course warrior classes could do it due to their resistant skin, but tracker classes, heck no. His hands were bleeding heavily when he entered his room. No medikits were around, he proceeded to wrap some towels into his arms and stared outside....
At that time he got an idea, looking at a fighter... Maybe he could... Board one? Fly away? Be free?
The child found himself walking down alleyways towards that ship he had seen. With only one dagger in his hand, after passing many obstacles, he reached his destination, but it was being blocked.
By... Him... The mastermind behind the clone army... The person responsible for creating him....
The Admin
Hiding behind a piece of wall, he waited it out, step after step after step... 2 minutes.. for him it seemed like 2 hours.... Reminding him about all the suffering he had undergone in his 5 years of life...
Four minutes later... His head poked up, seeing no one, he ran into the ship and, somehow, managed to detach it from the station and hyper jump away.
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"Identify yourself UFV!"
A voice in the radio of the ship woke him up as he frantically looked around. In front of him stood a Firelord war class cruiser, which was seemingly trying to communicate with the retrofitted fighter he was currently on.
"I h-have a special m-message for the pr-president.." was his response
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1206 DC
1:00 PM
Cheers rang along the people filled streets as the president addressed the giant audience. The military had done it, they had taken down Admins base!
The small child was aside of FireRealms president, Centurion Firestride, who was cheerfully addressing the crowd. He looked like a somewhat old man, still vigorous, even though his age limited his abilities.
"...And we have eradicated the destruction that my rebel son could have caused. But we couldn't have done it if this boy, one of their own clones, hadn't risked his life to warn us about this menace!"
Once again cheers went off in the streets, the president looked down at the kid, and picked him up
"As we all know! Kai firestride doesn't deserve the title of Admin, the title of a hero, he deserves the title of a villian! Griefer..."
"But this little boy may have saved us all... With the authorization of the firelordian council, I , Centurion Firestride give this boy.. the name of a hero.. Admin!"
"LONG LIVE THE ADMIN!"
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Admin Who?
Adventurethis the story of a young boy, a kid who never had a child hood. A genetically engineered killing machine, who broke his programing.
