Kamal's Quarters

He woke up again, coverd in cold sweat. Another nightmare had plagued his mind, the same type, the test being done on him, when he was younger. The screams of other people, undergoing the same treatment, watches their faces contort with pain, blood dripping from their ears, and some time eyes. Men in white coats and holding clipboards, just stand unemotional writing their 'progress' down.
He stood up, the lights were still off, he walked to the window, and opened the shutters, allowing him to see the vastness of space, the stars twinkled, all that could be heard was his breathing and the sound of the Climate system. He walked into the shower, and the water began to pour onto him, washing him of his sweat, and fear...

He walked out, drying himself with the towel. He placed his hands on the cold metal wardrobe, and opened it, the reccomened unifrom was hanging, still insde its plastic,unopened. He pulled on his shorts, wristband, and placed his headphones on, and started playing some strange music, that sounded like death meatal. He took on last look out the window and placed his hands in his pocket and left his room

Stark walked up to the metal door that closed off Kamal's room from the outside and banged on it forcibly. The "Thinking stick" Still in his mouth he chewed then inhaled the fruit like scent it gave off. He stood there a moment waiting then made a deduction. "He's gone to the ASTRAL academy hasn't he? Well I guess that's pretty convenient then. Nice to know he listened to my reccomendation." Stark pushed off the door and headed towards the main hanger where he expected a ship full of new mercenaries heading out to the academy were. He figured it'd be a bit cheaper heading off with the rest of them then taking his own personal ship.