Prelude for the story I'm working on called "Blue Tipped". :) Chapter one to come in a few hours!

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From what I’ve read in old Sentry Times issues, 2014 was a hard year for most.

I wouldn’t know, however. Being only three months old on the first day of the year that would change society forever, I don’t think I can recall anything other than what I’ve read about. The beginning of what was to be the biggest economic crash in the history of Sentry, the brainwashing scandal by President Rover, and the reason I don’t know who my real family is.
This was the beginning of The Teragenesis Breeding Project.
You see, though I was born naturally from a mother and a father, I was placed into the care of a government funded project know as TBP. This project was started by President Rover, back when we were at war with the fascist Guardians attempting to take control of Sentry. I will explain this all in time, but I think telling more of my background will give you more insight.
The current year is 2032. I’m 18 as of a few weeks ago, and I’ve just been released from the TBP. Since I was 16, my only “job” was to artificially inseminate females in order to produce offspring to fight in the war. They will be doing the same thing before they turn 18, and once they do, they’ll be shipped off to fight. Is that where I’m bound, you ask? Not exactly… I’m off to fight, but not against the enemy of the state. I’m protecting the one soul that means the most to me in this world: My son.
The only child I was ever fortunate enough to meet before he was taken away from me. It’s the standard that parents never, EVER meet their children during the birthing process. Even the mother cannot see her children. She is put under until they are a safe distance from both parents. It’s a fool-proof way of keeping personal ties out of the process, and it worked flawlessly…

…until one night, when I was wandering the corridors of the TBP. I noticed that one of the doors wasn’t completely shut, and knowing how tight security in the TBP was, I had to see if something had gone wrong. I pushed the door open to find an infirmary filled with small infants. Many different species were assembled there, be they Canine, Feline, Reptile… they were all there. One stood out to me in particular, however. He had a tail that could be recognized from miles away as similar to my own… the way the blue and the black swirl above a white, fluffy mass. It had to be him. My son was right there in front of me.

When giving birth to a child, nothing can prepare you for the overwhelming sense of joy and pride you feel in your child… unless they are taken from you. For years, I’ve been deprived of these emotions that are now flooding into me. Looking into my sons eyes, I began to cry. He was barely keeping them open, tired and still sensitive to the light behind me. The room was dim as to keep them from losing their sight. I kneeled down next to him and held his paw… the size of his in comparison to mine was majorly different. I was very careful with his fragile paws, ensuring that I didn’t hurt him. The tag on his ankle labeled him as “Richard”, but I knew that name wouldn’t stick. I had to be the father of this child, which meant that I had to give him a name he and I could be proud of… then I knew.

Akiak. Meaning brave in Inuit, I wanted to instill a value into my son that I knew he would need in the coming years. Normally, with big decisions, I take time to think things through… but that night, I knew that the only thing I could do was to take him and run. I would never get another opportunity to see my son again. I took what was rightfully mine, and thus began what was to be the largest manhunt in the history of Sentry.

My name is Kaskae, and I’m the most wanted fugitive in the world.