Information Behind the Story/Background Information
As for the setting, we're on a world called Tryden set in a futuristic universe of space-flight, shiny buildings and lots of trams. Controlled by a person called the Overseer the world is under constant watch. While there is some freedom of speech and protests are allowed, there is no challenge to the current power. Everything is controlled by the Overseer and his word is law. Any decisions he makes are only discussed amongst his most trusted advisers meaning things can change on a whim and the people have very little if any power to change it.
Furthermore, to enforce his rule, he has consolidated any security/police force into the TSF: Tryden Security Force. Answering directly to him, the group maintains order and monitors the population, keeping the Overseer informed about various events. Furthermore, the TSF is fully-trained and equipped to deal with armed threats ranging from local gangs, cults, and pirates to para-military units or even other armies when called upon.
The Overseer's other strength is the military which he uses to secure the borders. Tryden, is both the official name of the world and the Overseer's territory, mainly as a way to put himself and his works forward. There are various powers he has no plans on conquering thanks to the fact he's the only one who has completed construction of a massive orbital elevator allowing his state to prosper the most from trade and commerce.
Given his advantage the Overseer has done much building and improvement. While there is a general lack of freedom and lots of security in place, life is generally good for the majority of the populace giving the Overseer a benevolent individual even if one must sacrifice something to gain.
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The sound of the bell signalled the departure of the train which sailed down the tracks at high speed leaving Kayla and her luggage standing on the platform.
"Another boring day on this boring world," Kayla muttered to herself before she slung her pack behind her back and went off towards the station's exit.
Proceeding down the hall she saw dozens of posters plastered against the wall combined with holo-screens. Slogans such as 'Protect your future, enlist!' and 'Be on the watch for suspicious activity.' to 'Be efficient for yourself and others' and 'Give to others so they give back to you' were everywhere.
You'd think we're at war, were the woman's thoughts. Though, we're really not that far off when you think about it.
Combined with the slogans and messages were guards fully suited up in heavy armour over top of dull white-blue fatigues armed with sub-machineguns who patrolled down the halls with the number increasing as the inspections checkpoint came into sight. Few of them had their faces visible, only those working the front desks did not have the tinted visor covering their face.
The line slowly passed through the checkpoint with not a single item being left unattended to. If you had brought anything to the station it went through the scanners. What was worse was the fact that there were no shortcuts, not even for those who worked for the government and the Overseer. Everyone was under scrutiny.
With a heavy sigh, Kayla took her spot in the line.
"Another day, another line," Kayla then said to the next person in front of her, a middle-aged man who seemed just as displeased about the wait times. "You know this is like the opposite of what some of the posters say."
The man turned to her with a slight chuckle. "You can say that. We'd be more efficient if we could actually get through the line before sunset," he replied in a slightly raspy voice before he gave her a curious look. There were hard lines on his face along with a neatly-trimmed black beard. "Do I know you from somewhere, you look familiar," he then said.
"The West Line, East Guard Station?" she said to him. "I'm only on it almost everyday."
"Oh, yeah, you're that girl who keeps popping on the train. The times these days. We see the same people over a dozen times, but we never take note. Same could probably be said about our neighbours." The man then extended a hand and shook her hand. "Name is Erik Vander."
"Well that's a name I'll remember whenever I see you on the tram. By the way what brings you through here so often? Most civilians don't go through Headpoint Station," he then asked her.
Kayla gestured over to one of the guards. "One of those guys, Tryden security."
"Security, you? Not the worst job and you better equipped to deal with most threat than some militaries. Still a little surprised, but TSF takes whoever signs-up and makes it through the training, regardless of who you are. They always have an eye out for talent."
"So if you know if civies don't often come through here why are you here?" she then asked him. The man did not seem to be military or security himself.
"I work for as a computer technician for whenever the TSF needs one. Not really anything interesting. Just a civilian who happened to be around long enough that they kept me on when they went when they decided no more civilians would be recruited for support roles. But so as long as I'm employed I'm fine with the changes. I'd rather not throw what I have away when I'm not desperate. I've got a good enough life as it is."
At that point, the two had found themselves relatively close to the end of the line with one of the guards signalling for Erik to step forward.
"Let's carry this on another time, good day ma'am," Erik said politely as he stepped through security.
The next guard over then signalled to her with, "Next please."
Putting her pack on the conveyer, Kayla stepped into the chckpoint. A soft blue light swept across her from head to tow as she placed her hand on the bio-metric scanner. Within a few moments, the lights within turned green allowing the first set of doors to open that stopped anyone from reaching the guard at the desk.
"Do we really have to do this everyday?" she said to the guard as she dug out the necessary documents and handed them over.
The guard scanned the various documents thoroughly before returning them in a neat bundle.
"I know you dislike the system, Miss Eyre, but I'll say it until something changes, there are no shortcuts. Not for you, not for me, and probably not even for the Overseer. Now like you did yesterday, proceed down, scan your hand one more time and grab your things. We got a line to get through. Next!"
Following the instructions and retrieving her things, the woman proceeded down past the checkpoint and up a series of stairs and through an armoured doorway. Zipping up her jacket, placing a pair of sunglasses over her eyes she step outside into and into the cold.
The sun's rays reflected off the tall gleaming buildings that were covered in snow while vehicles hummed along as they went down the streets around her. Up above were trams going about from one station to the next along the high rising spires that were hundreds of stories high. All this seemed like a very stark contrast to the underground security station.
And up ahead was her destination. The TSF Headquarters for this part of the city.
Moving to the front gate, she found herself pushing her way through to the front past the usual protesters, mainly people who disagreed with the methods used by the security forces and ignored anything they said. There words were not her concern even if they were a little hurtful.
A few people that got too close to the walls surrounding the station found themselves being repulsed back by some sort of field. There were no injuries, but it did mean more pushing and shoving as people crowded more towards the front gate.
When she finally got through, two guards at the checkpoint up front had an aerial drone fly up to her and initiated a scan. They then opened a door that allowed her access to her base of operations.
Despite being a structure for the security forces, a massive courtyard was laid out in front of the massive building. Water flowed into large basins on each side of the path from several fountain even in the cold weather while neatly trimmed and evenly spaced trees blossomed, a stark contrast to their environment.
The most important structure, however, was the headquarters building itself. Held up tall by several smaller arching towers was a massive spire that seemed to reach out into the sky. Small craft flew from the many docking bays while people from various departments were going in and out of the main door. To and around the central entrance were were intricately carved pillars covered by precious metals. It gave a clear picture of the power the TSF had in the area.
Placing a hand on another scanner, a door off to the side of the busy entrance opened. With a click of a button the door sealed after Kayla had stepped in and the elevator began to pull itself up allowing her to catch a growing view of Kadole city from the window.
Some would find the sight breath-taking, but at this point the snow seemed more interesting to her. Nothing really changed aside from the seasons and the weather. Even as new towers were being erected by massive construction ships that hovered above it just all seemed the same to her.
Her eyes then shifted to the sky, following the outline of the largest structure in the city that one could not see all of from their position on Tryden: the capital's orbital elevator.
Every time she looked at it came a flash of memories from the time when she did not live on Tryden.
With a sigh she thought, Wish I wasn't stuck here on the ground. Why can't I be up there? There's still so much more to see.
The elevator then ceased moving and the doors opened. Stepping out, Kayla walked into the room and down the overhanging walkway that overlooked dozens of people working on computers with screens plastering every single part of the room. From information reports and criminal information to updates on off-world activity, you would find it here and more.
Ahead a brown-eyed man with short, curly blonde hair waved at her. He was fairly young being in his early-twenties, but he had an impressive height compared to her measly five-foot-seven. He could use a bit more muscle, however, as part of her felt like he was a twig ready to snap if he did anything too sudden. Or maybe it was an inferiority complex of being towered over by someone else. She never did like looking up at someone. Being at even height was best for conversations.
"Kayla, you're here!" were his words as he gave her a smile which she returned. "I've got the best news from the Captain, we finally got a mission. Can you believe that, we're actually going to be out there."
"A mission? You mean no more patrol or paperwork?" she muttered with some enthusiasm before continuing. "What we doing today, Fernell?"
"Not sure, we'll get the full details at briefing," he replied in a tone that seemed more and more eager for what was to come as they began to continue down the observation walk and into a hallway.
"Oh c'mon, I don't want to have to wait five minutes for something interesting. Couldn't you have got something more new guy?"
"I'm sorry but you know they won't tell me anything!"
"Don't be sorry just get something next time, geez. And don't get too excited, for all we know we're just dealing with another gang. No challenge at all when you've dealt with military types before."
"It's something big, something worthwhile, something that actually makes our special rank in the TSF mean something."
"A lot of something still means nothing," Kayla said to him rolling her eyes before they reached an armoured door with another biometric scanner as per usual.
The door opened upon after quick scan with the two entering into the briefing room and placed themselves around the holographic map floating above a metallic large table with various computers around the room wired in.
The only one there was Bax Vendoland, middle-aged black man fully dressed in uniform whose rank was clearly displayed on his collars. He was shorter than Fernell though he was considerably stockier and still stood taller than Kayla. His hair looked to be already thinning out and turning grey that belied the fact his face was smooth and unwrinkled that made him look younger than his hair said otherwise.
Bax turned to them and hit an icon on the holographic map causing the view to zoom out.
"Sorry about the news Fernell, but it looks like we're off to the side today. Bravo's on that job to investigate, apparently they just happened to be in the area so command changed its mind. I know very sad for all of us, but you'll get to play hero another time," Bax said to the man, instantly shooting down his optimism.
"What you've got to be kidding!" Fernell exclaimed slamming a hand against the table. "Always Bravo on the job. What's the point of being on the TSF Operations Team if we're better off working as standard security nowadays?"
Kayla gave a sigh as the disappointment kicked in. "He does have a point. Same old same old gets boring."
"Well the Overseer really has nothing for us and that's who we and the rest of TSF all answers to. Things are quiet nowadays. Aside from the Tribals who mind their own business or the Alvade Cultists who haven't been seen at all lately, not really much we can do. Still, doesn't mean it's all pointless. We deal with gangs, the occasional pirates, dangerous wildlife, fugitives, and criminal organizations who are trying to take root. How much do you kids want there to be?"
At that point she shrugged. "Just something more interesting. Wouldn't mind throwing my life on the line every now and then, but the bad guys like to keep their heads down given how much hell he gave them last year. It just seems boring from what I'm used to that's all."
"At least you got some stories to tell," Fernell muttered.
"You'll get your chance one day, Fernell," Bax replied as he changed the map. "Still, we'll be doing something different today. We're going to be on the upper levels of the towers. Great view up there, good food and generally less people to keep an eye on. Now let's gear up and get going. We'll meet the rest of the team up there and I'll give you your orders from there. Should be a change of pace from working ground level."
Fernell rubbed his face in disappointment while Kayla stretched her arms to get ready for another long day.
"As I said a lot of something still means nothing," Kayla reminded Fernell as everyone left the room following, Bax leading the way to the armoury.
Fernell turned to her. "I just want something to pop-up soon. This basic security work doesn't fit our status. We might be better off in the military. They actually still have work to do out on the borders."
She gave him a glance. "I'd think about that if I didn't have a sister to take care of. I don't know how she'd take it if I was deployed for months at a time." Kayla then looked away.
"I guess that's true. Still be nice to go do and have a few stories to tell everyone."
Kayla nodded, understanding what the man felt, but today, it was just going to be another boring day.