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New Terra- Sector 5672, abandoned warehouse. May 15, 3045. 5:47 UTC
	"Bang! Bang! Bang!" the colorful array of  laser bursts rocketed around him like vultures swarming a rotting carcass. The guards were getting closer by the minute, their legs pounding on the tough concrete floor. Xin rounded the corner of the massive warehouse complex. 
	"I was born in New Terra, which, about 1,033 years ago  used to be called Earth," he reminded himself. 
	Xin was sent to this warehouse because of the eyewitness reports of seeing fabricated animals (man made creatures that are a combination of two or more animals) around the premises. The only organization with the power and authority do create fabricated animals is the government. Fabrication was outlawed 34 years ago, so in conclusion, something was wrong.  Xin skidded to a halt and hid behind the boxes in the hall, letting the guards race past him. He finally emerged from behind the crates when he was sure the Guards were gone.  Xin searched all the halls for the evidence of the Government's alleged fabrication; he found none.  
	Xin heard a growl come from behind the gray, corrugated wall. He looked around it, keeping his ear trained to the wall. He came across a mirror. He was five feet tall with blue-green eyes and a strong upper body build. With his mousy brown hair sticking strxaight up in the air, he looked like a hedgehog wearing a combat jacket. Xin smiled, but it quickly faded after he saw one door a foot away. "This might be enough to prove illegal fabrication, and let us elect a new leader" Xin said to himself. He turned the handle slowly to avoid awakening anything inside. Xin turned around. There were footsteps. "The Guards! I forgot about them," he thought. He opened the door, jumping to the side. He stayed to the side of the door, crouching down and cowering.
         After what seemed like an hour the footsteps got really close, then slowly dwindled away. "Finally!" Xin realized he hadn't even explored the room he was in. He stood up and looked around. "Oh my gosh." It was a huge aircraft hanger filled with cages of all sorts. The cages were occupied by Wolfrons— a fabricated animal with a wolf-like head and four glowing eyes, a body with a huge fin running down its back, and an unmatched appetite. Growls filled the room. Intent on freeing the poor creatures from the government's wrath, Xin stepped up. He ran toward the cage. Just then the door burst open with the two guards pointing stun guns at him. 
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      "Good night, heh, heh," one of the guards snickered. The world flashed white, then went black.
Prison Planet- Greyscale Prison. May 19, 3045. 13:06 UTC    
	  Xin awoke from his slumber. He got up from a stone cold bed. The walls were grey and lifeless. There was a word printed on the wall, Greyscale. Xin realized something, his first thought in what seemed like a year: he did not remember anything, how he got there, why he was there, and how this all had happened. He didn't even remember his name, but he knew one thing for sure: he had to get out. The room had one door, with a laser projection gate separating him and the hall. Xin touched it. The shock sent him flying two feet backwards; he wouldn't be getting out through there! 
	"Hey! I want some food!" Xin yelled angrily at the gate. Half expecting the gate to open, Xin hid away from the gate, ready to knock out any guard who came in. A little hole at the bottom of the wall slid open and a tray slid through. Xin sighed. He ate the food, although he wasn't hungry, and it didn't taste very appetizing. Xin paced around the room, trying to think of a plan. He sat on the bed, lost in deep thought. 
	There was a small draft in the room, barely noticeable. It renewed Xin's hope. Somewhere in his cell was a vent or window, and all he had to do was find it. There was only one thing in the room— his bed. Xin came at it and pulled it to make it budge. Nothing. The bed must have been nailed to the ground. Xin was skinny enough to shimmy under it, though. True to his belief, there was a vent under the bed. He examined the screws. They were small, but large enough to be unscrewed by the plastic knife he had been given with his food.
         The vent was very narrow, but he still managed to get in. He heard soft sounds coming from outside the vent but paid no attention to them. Clonk! Clonk! The sound of his crawling went unnoticed. The vent system was a maze— winding and turning in every direction. Suddenly, like a door being thrown partially open, Xin remembered something, He was a rebel, fighting for truth and a new leader. His name was Xin.
        A light flooded the vent and brought him back to the present. Xin saw the grate leading out of the vent system. He looked out — no one seemed to be there. Bam! Xin kicked the grate open. He crawled through. Xin saw the word Greyscale again, but this time it triggered something. 

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Greyscale was an underground, top-notch prison facility for the worst and most despised criminals in the galaxy, and he was in it. The halls were long and unwelcoming, a maze of concrete. There were cameras all along the wall, as well as the occasional guard. He had to sneak past all of it, but it got harder as he went, almost as if he was inside a video game, working his way through the levels. Xin had the feeling that he was being timed. Determined to escape, he broke into a run. All of a sudden, he thudded into a soft, dark-blue clad form — "Oh no," he thought — he had run headlong into a guard. The guard pulled out his laser blaster and trained it on Xin. Xin knew that this was a one-sided battle; the guard had a gun and he was wearing armor, the cards weren't in Xin's favor. He dove under the guard's legs and kicked him in the back. Before falling, the guard managed to send off a couple of shots, one of which clipped Xin's leg. The pain shot through him and sent off an internal alarm system. "Arrghh!" Xin screeched in pain. He slammed his fist into the guard's face. The guard's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he blacked out. Xin took the guard's uniform and weapon and dragged him off into one of the storage rooms, so that the lifeless form would stay hidden. 
        Wearing the uniform, he trudged through the prison hallways. The halls were filled with a haunting draft that sent a chill up his spine. Then he realized how tight the security was here. There were guards patrolling all the levels. There were awful screams that could be heard throughout the whole complex, but they ended as abruptly as they had started. It seemed like there were no cells on this floor, only grey halls that were dimly lit. 
	He wandered through Greyscale until he found a door from which emanated a glowing blue light. Slowly and carefully, he pulled the door open. To his amazement, he found the prime minister of New Terra, Mr.gundum, inside, examining a holographic image of the Nexus Core, a power core that supplied energy and computing power to all of the regions of New Terra. Xin had never seen Mr.gundum in person before. He had strong and defined muscles, was six feet tall, and was completely bald except for a black rat-tail in the back of his head. Mr.gundum wore a black suit with white stripes on it. He was standing beside the infamous Professor H, one of the most cunning and dangerous hackers on the planet. Xin stepped inside and overheard their conversation. He stepped behind a bookshelf, careful to be hidden. It seemed as though the two men were trying to gain control of the Nexus, and eventually to gain control of the planet itself. 
 
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       "I need you to develop a virus which will get into the Nexus and then spread to other computers around the planet — that way we can gain control of them. Once we control the computers and the electricity all the people will have to pay extra money to me... and you too," barked Mr.gundum to Professor H. 
        "The virus should be finished in about a week's time," replied Professor H. subserviently.
	"I have sent you a shipment of fabricated animals. Feel free to use them for your purposes," Mr.gundum said.
 	"Thank you very much," Professor H. snickered. Xin had heard enough. The Prime Minister's crimes were worse than he had thought. The fabrication was just the beginning. Xin raced out of the room and searched desperately for an exit. At the top of a large staircase, past a few iron bars and another laser gate, was a small window through which shone the eerie moonlight from outside. Using the guard's key, he managed to get through the gate and outside. 
	He stood before a large courtyard with several aerocopters — small, jet-like contraptions with propellors inside the wings. Xin had never that much paid attention during driving class, but he listened enough to know how to operate the machines. He climbed aboard and flipped the switches, raised the throttle, and reluctantly grabbed the steering wheel. As soon as he was up in the air, a distinctive whine could be heard; the prison was illuminated by lights, and guards swarmed outside. He had set off the alarms. If Xin's memory served him accurately, the rebels' base was somewhere in this solar system, all he had to do was break out of this planet's atmosphere. Xin looked back. the guards were already taking aim. "Beep! Beep!" The evasion alarm on the areocopter went off. "Crash!" The guards had already started firing, and one of them had already hit their target. 
	Xin lurched the craft upward. Immense force pushed down on him, a massive weight sat on his stomach. 
	"Arrghh!" Xin uttered through clenched teeth. Then suddenly everything stopped. He floated up from his seat. Space consumed him, a giant mass of nothing that went on forever. "Beep! Beep!" Xin snapped back into reality. "Oh great, these guards are really persistent. I wish I had taken those flying lessons," Xin said to himself. He brought the areocopter into a barrel turn and flipped the throttle up to full. Two missiles streaked past him. Xin took aim. and fired. "Boom!" A direct hit. 
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       Xin saw the planet before him, a luscious green marble floating in space. Tephlon was the planet that was home to the rebels' base. He braced himself and watched the planet Tephlon loom closer. The pressure pounded into Xin, and the heat became intensely nauseating. "Oh no, I am going to die," was the thought that percolated into Xin's head. The areocopter burst out of the planet's atmosphere and almost instantly crashed on the surface. "Boom!" The cockpit was shrouded in dust. Xin let go of the steering wheel as he was flung forward by the crash. His head hit the wheel and erupted into blood. 
	"Not again," Xin muttered. His world went black, again.

 Teplon- Rebel Base. May 22, 3045. 15:37 UTC     
	Xin was awakened by an unmistakable hospital smell. He got up from his bed. Xin noticed that he was wearing a hospital gown, and that he had an IV running down his arm. Just standing up hurt him. There was a conveniently placed wheelchair nearby which he had sat down in. Xin wheeled himself out of the room while in great pain. It wasn't really a hospital, just a makeshift one. It was a house — Xin suddenly remembered everything, the warehouse, his childhood, and his family. This was the rebels' base! Xin saw a light coming from the room and heard the shouts of intense arguing. He wheeled himself to the room. Sitting at a table were the rest of the rebels, and Jane, Xin's beloved girlfriend. She was four and a half feet tall with brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Xin met her when his family first joined the rebels, and they quickly became attached to each other after Xin's parents were killed. He blushed and felt happiness well up inside of him for the first time in a while. The rebels were engaged in a heated discussion about whether the reports of Mr.gundum's plans were true. 
	"Hi, I'm Back," Xin said with a grin on his face. The room suddenly became an auditorium filled with talking people. Most of the rebels didn't even know that Xin was on the planet at same time as them.
	"Xin?" said one person. 
	"Is it really him?" said another. 
	"He's awake!" said one of the medics. 
	"I thought he died!" said another rebel.
And best of all, 
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	"Xin!" yelled Jane with joy, as she embraced him with a big hug. 
	"I was so worried about you," she murmured. 
	"You shouldn't have been. I'm quite hard to dispose of," Xin insisted.
	"But before we can rejoice, we need to take care of some business," Xin began. Everyone directed their attention towards him, and the room dwindled into silence. Xin went on. 
	"As you know there have been reports of Wolfrons being spotted around the governmental warehouse. Some have thought that Mr.gundum was behind this. I went to investigate the warehouse, and I did find Wolfrons in there. I was brought to Greyscale for snooping around, and I temporarily lost my memory but in time I gained it back. In the process of escaping, I found Mr.gundum plotting to take over the Nexus Core with Professor H. as a henchmen and hacker. I believe Mr.gundum wants to completely take control of our empire and gain an unbelievable amount of income," At this point Xin was interrupted.
	"But Xin, what about the Wolfrons?" asked a rebel.
	"I was just getting to that. Mr.gundum is supplying the Wolfrons to Professor H. for his own uses," Xin finished.
	"So you think that we should invade Greyscale, get Mr.gundum, and form a new democracy?" asked Jane
	"That's the idea," replied Xin.
"Well then, let's get ready!" Jane declared.

Teplon- Rebel Base. July 2, 3045. 22:03 UTC	
	The days sped by, and the rebels readied themselves for battle. Xin lead an amazingly quick recovery and was ready for action within a week.
	Finally the night came. All 500 rebels were assembled together in an old, retired aircraft hanger. They wore camouflage kevlar jackets and camouflage kevlar pants equipped with laser rifles.
	"Are you ready?" Jane asked
	"Ready as I'll ever be," Xin replied with a smile. The hangar door opened up to an impressive array of space jets —- jets that can travel at high speeds through space.
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`	"Where did you get these?" Xin asked suspiciously.
	"We... We borrowed them," Jane replied deviously.
	"I see," Xin said with a smile on his face. The rebels climbed into their space jets and waited for the signal. "Woop! Woop! Woop!" The jets burst off into space, one after another.
	The prison planet on which was Greyscale located quickly came into view.
	"Alright troops, we're gonna move in fast and mean. Don't hesitate, and don't show mercy. If they play hard, we play hard," crackled the voice through the intercom.
	"Roger that," Xin replied. The jets lowered themselves into the atmosphere. The rebels braced themselves, and zoomed into the planet. The surface quickly rushed up to greet them, but they stopped in mid hover, which made Xin's head spin. The jets all landed at the same time, and they quickly got out. A rebel signaled for them to follow him to Greyscale. The prison was illuminated by lights from a hovering areocopter. The Prime Minister was being escorted onto the craft; their time was running out.
	"Go! Go! Go!" Xin shouted. The battle started almost instantaneously. The Greyscale guards quickly returned the rebels' fire. Laser bolts streaked across the courtyard, with screams quickly following. Xin and Jane went toward the areocopter, which was protected by several guards. They fired off into several random directions, waited for a scream or a thud in return, and then moved in.
	"You take Mr.gundum, and I'll cover you!" Jane told Xin, who just nodded his head in return. Xin came at Mr.gundum in a sprint but ducked because a guard shot directly at him.
	"Jane! Look out!" Xin yelled to Jane, but it was too late. The laser bolt struck her in the forehead, and she crashed to the ground. Xin sped to her, tears filling his eyes.
	"No!" Xin cried out. He held Jane's body in his hands. Blood streamed from her forehead like a drainage pipe that had burst open.
	"I love you," Jane uttered her last words. Xin cried his heart out and gave Jane one last kiss. Her pulse stopped. Something inside Xin clicked. Rage shone through his eyes and his fists clenched together. He grabbed his laser rifle, trained it at the nearest guard, and fired. Screams rang out through courtyard. Xin fired at anything in blue; all shots hit. He trudged past bleeding 

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bodies and moaning people. He came up to the areocopter, which was still on the ground. He took his laser rifle and aimed it at Mr.gundum's neck.
	"You wouldn't shoot your devoted and caring leader, would you?" Mr.gundum said with a worried voice.
	"Yes, I would, and I hope it hurts," Xin proclaimed with hatred in his voice. The rifle gun went off and Mr.gundum's head fell onto the ground. A pool of blood spread around the ship. His body was lifeless.
	In following days the story of Mr.gundum's plot went viral. Xin was sentenced to house arrest for a year and he never fully overcame Jane's death. He was always haunted by his day in Greyscale. The Wolfrons were brought to the wild, and eventually adapted to their environment. The rebels won their battle and founded a new democracy for their people and for a new planet.