A series of loud bangs startled Syndel from her sleep. “Get up rookie, Raezing time.” Eclypse’s deep voice yelled from the other side of the chrome door. Syn glanced over at the holographic clock on her nightstand that read, 02:35:56 Thu 13 Oct 27. 

“Fucking Raezors,” she groaned, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Every single time she got some sleep, it never failed that someone would interrupt her.

Syn pushed herself from the warm confines of her bed an...