((This is Gustavis's story from the beginning to the present, told out of sequence a la Prophet Without Honour. EDIT: I think I'm going to repost this story when it's complete instead of in parts.))
January 13, 29459, Omni-1 Entertainment District
Disarray.
An alarm was blaring somewhere in the background as Darius ran through the streets of Omni-1, Entertainment District. All he could do was run, as a Reform agent and two Omni-Pol officers chased him.
He was only thirteen years old.
“What now?” he thought to himself. Darius did not recognize where he was, not having explored much of Omni-1 during the time at the orphanage. All the buildings seemed to look much the same…
As he ran, he began to hear the muffled sounds of trance music pumping from a nearby edifice. As he turned a corner, pushing through a crowd, he saw the bright sign that hung over the entrance of one of Entertainment’s most famous nightclubs: Baboons.
Darius knew he had to get in there somehow, for his pursuers would probably not think to look in there, given his age. He took a glance at the bouncers, two burly Atrox. While not usually very intelligent, the Atrox species was renowned for its prodigious strength. Darius gulped, for he did not think it would be a good idea to be on the receiving end of their clubs.
A quick glance back changed his mind.
“Damn it,” cursed Darius under his breath as the Reform agent and now four Omni-Pol officers pushed through the crowd and were just a few meters away from Baboons.
Darius glanced at the Atrox bouncers and suddenly had a stroke of luck; some kid was discovered using a fake ID and the Atroxes were forced to remove him. Darius charged past the Atroxes, who looked at each other for a second and then chased after him.