Years in the future where dates in years have long become irrelevant. A time where mechanical guns can be equipped to a very person and thus world wars have longs stopped. The government began a rating system to keep control of their populace. Kids were tested at the age of 10 to see what class and number you were given. The number was then permanently marked on your shoulder so that your class could never change. If the kid was assigned a number under 1000 it would be put into the privileged class that were waited upon by servants and had to do nothing at all. If the number was between 1000-2000 then you were in the Ace class. The Ace class got all the high ranking jobs, and nice houses. If the number was over 2000 then you would be in the Work Class. All the less desirable jobs were assigned to this class. They also were often used as scape goats by the upper classes they were brought to court for crimes, or even failures at jobs.
Most people have given up hope of ever changing this system, but there is a small group of rebels that are trying to stand up to the government with a small supply of stolen weapons and hope.
Zero was rushing through the sewers trying to lose the cops just behind him. He quickly ducked behind a corner and watched them rush past. "That by far was the longest chase I've ever participated in. They defiantly persistent." Zero said still catching his breath. "I hope these weapons are worth it." Zero casually pulled the stolen guns over his shoulder. He was about to walk back to the base when he heard something drop behind him. "Who's there?" Zero called pointing one of his weapons in the direction of the sound.";
Most people have given up hope of ever changing this system, but there is a small group of rebels that are trying to stand up to the government with a small supply of stolen weapons and hope.
Zero was rushing through the sewers trying to lose the cops just behind him. He quickly ducked behind a corner and watched them rush past. "That by far was the longest chase I've ever participated in. They defiantly persistent." Zero said still catching his breath. "I hope these weapons are worth it." Zero casually pulled the stolen guns over his shoulder. He was about to walk back to the base when he heard something drop behind him. "Who's there?" Zero called pointing one of his weapons in the direction of the sound.";
Alpha dropped behind Zero and gave a wave of an arm " My apologies. Did I scare you?" the droid asked now standing as tall as he could facing towards the now alerted Zero "I assume you've got the weapons?" Alpha asked and unsure of what was to come he held out a small pistol he kept holstered in case something were to happen. Alpha was a tech droid, meant to work on machines and different types of mechanical work, originally it was purposed to help keep all systems and other droids in working order. Alpha had been hacked and repurposed to aid in the rebellion however so he wasn't the same as every other tech droid they would meet.
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