Past to Present

Prologue

The Past of the Past: May 3, 2142

"Mr. Harret, what exactly could you tell us about this so called 'classified project?'" A female reporter stood and asked the man. "What I, personally, have gathered from this press conference, is that you are experimenting with some sort of... Genetically engineered life form, but aside from that, you have not told us exactly what these creatures will be or what they will do! Are these life forms for a domestic... purpose, or are they to assist the military in the ongoing war?" She finished and stood there in her cliche'd pencil skirt and jacket, awaiting an answer.

The speaker scrunched his face in hopes of formulating an answer which gave as little information as possible, but to no avail. He simply could not find an unclear truth to say!

"Good question. Unfortunately, most of the details are classified to even most of NTech Industries's highest ranking officers! I, unfortunately, cannot reveal most of the details, but I am proud to say that these life forms will assist in both fields, domestic and combat situations, and will be split into three tiers, however, research may continue to split off continually... We have based the design off of equine species, and have miniaturized them, so to speak. That is all I may divulge, thank you for your time." He said with a cocky smile. I get to keep my job, suckers! He thought to himself. Everything was going to be fine, just a few more months and his promotion would be assured. Victory at last!

August 15, 2158

The war had continued. It had originally been a mere squabble of nations fighting over a collapsed, minute nation's  territory, but that was sixteen years prior. At this point in time, men and women huddled as interstellar battle-cruisers razed planets and slaughtered billions mercilessly. Humanity spread over the galaxy, comprised of three nations. The New United States of America, The Great and Powerful Human Empire and Switzerland. Nobody cared about the Swiss, so really, only the NUSA and the GAPHE fought. NTech Industries, the largest corporation in the universe aside from Google, trafficked weapons to both sides, and yes, its "Genetic Equine Servants/Soldiers (depending on how sophisticated you were)" throughout the galaxy. Practically every person in the two warring nations though, was enlisted into their respective militias.

His name was James Underwood. Towering over most men and women at 6'3", he made his place in the world as a genius scientist/inventor/soldier. Blond hair barely kept under control, with no style in particular, swept over his low forehead and occasionally, to his chagrin, over his hazel eyes. A thin jawline and sharply sloped nose adorned his head as well. Sure he had large muscles, a massive IQ and could pull off a lab coat with ease, but his real feat of life was no other than his involvement in the genetic experimentation NTech Industries found itself delving into many years prior. Practically the unofficial leader of the group of pioneers into the equine gene sequences, he helped many families learn how to be cruel to the unfortunate.

Paycheck at maximum, he lived happily with many of his servants until he learned something unfortunate.

"DRAFTED?" He half exclaimed, half asked his small butler.

"Yes sir, the notice from the NUSA army is right here." Replied the small, chestnut colored horse creature as its horn glowed and brought up the note with apparent magic.

"But I can't be DRAFTED! I am a corporate leader! A necessary cog in the complex machine which is NTech! I'm on the Board of Directors! I KNOW THE GODFORSAKEN CEO!"

"Sir, that is what the other letter is about." Interrupted the creature, levitating another piece of paper to the man.

James Underwood, director of the department of research paled at the written note in front of him. "FIRED? How? How.... How can I be fired?" the now EX Director of the Department of Research in NTech Industries cried.

"It says here that you are to be sent to boot camp on Gliese 581D. You are to leave on... Tuesday, sir. Shall I pack your things?" The mini-horse inquired.

"Yes... Yes please... Thank you, Number 1. Thank you for everything."

"You are welcome. I shall go now." It said as it left.

The poor man gazed out the window of his luxury cruiser wondering where he went wrong, his future uncertain, his life ruined. No family, no friends, not even a religion to comfort him. Stars twinkled in the distance as was relative to his current position in the stars. I suppose this is my last vacation for a while... At least Gamma Cass is a beautiful star... He thought in sorrow.