Centralus

The Chronicles of Salazar 0: Prologue

From the mind of Vector Salazar.

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87 days I’ve been on this ship. 87 days since I compromised my values to save my life. A choice I’ve regretted from the moment I sealed the deal with Rastar. Just seeing his face I knew something was off, but I put it aside, my hide was at stake. After all, my life was more important than all of theirs combined, I had to make sure I survived, for the cause. Well I was a fool. I should’ve known that flushing my integrity down the drain, if only once, would come back to fuck with my life tenfolds. Now I’m just a sad slave, wasting away like those morons with no morals, a sacrifice in vain. Never ask a slaver for help.

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Still don’t know where we are, don’t know where they’re going to unload us. But those are worries of another time. Fuckers got me in a cage. I sacrificed my pride so they could take my freedom!? Someone’s gonna pay. I swear someone’s gonna die. Rastar, when I’m finished watching you bleed, I’ll chop off your head and shit down your fucking throat you double-crossing bastard! But before I can take it all back and savor my vengeance, I need a way outside those bars. Fucking guards don’t give us a moment. Fucking metal cell doesn’t give us any chance.

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Situation is desperate. No escape in sight. No opportunities. I’m stuck with a bunch of useless blokes that are going to hold me back. I got Mr. StuffMyFace over there, hounding over every bit of the slimey grey paste they pass around for food here. One’s totally clueless, I bet he doesn’t even know we’re in space. And let’s not forget Grandpa and his throat-choking stories of war. The only useful guy, a huge ripped man, is in another cell further away. Can’t rely on any of them. They’re just gonna stand there and take it, as their lives switch hands. If I am to survive this, I got to put things in motion. Someone has to take charge, and who better than me? I’m a leader of men goddamn it! Injustice will not be tolerated! If the current situation is not in our favor, we have to change it.

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Never got a chance to finish my escape plans. Situation changed. We’re falling. Some kind of failure, who cares. Lights are fading, chaos everywhere. A sign: this is the time. This is our opportunity. A time for freedom and bloody justice! I hope those guys with me in the cell will have the guts to though it out. Can’t make it on my own. Still, I’ve never led men who didn’t want to be led, men without a cause. But they better learn to like it, for the sake of their lives. Rastar, I’m coming to get back my hat, over your dead body!

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