Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

The meeting took a little over a minute. They stayed behind a bit, talking things over, one by one the slipped away until it was just the president, Kiro and his friends.

"I'm sorry if I'll be forward here President Scott, but isn't there a prototype? I really want to try it now." Hiro softly said from the back.

"I'm afraid it can't be done yet." He saw the disappointed look in his eyes, he grabbed his hair and pulled it a little bit. "Give it a month, at most." He tried to comfort him.

Kiro walked over to him for a private conversation. He wasn't certain that it was a good idea to ask, but he slightly trusted the president. He seemed like a very impartial person, he didn't care about the politics of their world, he just wanted to create.

And the fact that Kiro's suggestion of giving a discount to the poor wasn't met with resistance instead he helped the idea bloom into something amazing.

Armed and Dangerous