My life as an Infinity Knight feels like forever; in truth, it was almost two years ago. Before, I used to work as an accountant and dealer for the Orion Pirates, the ruthless cartel from Rogue V. They had connections throughout the entire Rogue Solar System, illegally harvesting minerals and organisms and selling them from planet to planet. They were dangerous, being able to feed people off their hands and protect them under their wings in exchange of loyalty. This populist strategy eventually helped the Orion. They had started to get more followers, yet their acts of treachery kept being more brutal.

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With time, the empire they were building had become unhappier; the people protected by the cartel were less, becoming the privileged oppressors that coerced us to do the dirty work. The workers formed an opposing union, but the more the opposition demanded rights, the more privileged Orions took away from them. The priviledged Ares militants had become so thirtsy for power that they overthrew the original pirates. Since then, the Orion cartel has been run by these Ares warriors.

Eventually, the cartel split into three; the overthrown pirates, workers, and some planet natives flew to other solar systems, but the remaining people in the Rogue System lived under the constant watch of the Pirates. It wasn't easy to leave the Rogue System, but it wasn't either when I left my homeworld. 

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My homeworld, Titan, was the definition of diversity. Many planets I've been through are monotone; they always have one race, one government, and one ecosystem, but my homeworld was different. Earth may have had one single sentinent race, but Titan has at least 11 different species of thinking, talking beings. Like humans, all these races have fought wars, built societies, and improved their lifestyle; but unlike them, these creatures have learned to respect their ideas, emotions, and appearances and managed to surpass their ideas of what seemed abnormal, understanding that everyone can love, hate, grief, and feel. I just find it strange how 11 different organisms from the same moon sought to understand each other's existences, while 1 race from the same planet managed to destroy themselves because of their different ideas of what was right and wrong. 

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There are a variety of biomes up and down that little moon. There is this tundra-like biome consisting of dried, rocky layers of ice that dominates the planet's poles. These poles have a desert-like ecosytem, with arthropods dwelling in the dry ice and succulent starch plants budding off the ground. This ecosystem is where the Advarchillians and the Iufantis evolved and began as civilizations. 

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Further into the equator, between the poles and the tropic, an alpine-like biome consisting of tall mountain ranges of jagged rock formations thrives. This is the result of subduction and erosion by ice. The Polursus, a sapient organism capable of climbing from rock to rock with its strong claws, inhabits the area in small agrarian villages. 

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In the tropic is where there is a wider variety of biomes and ecosystems. On the Western side of the planet is a grassland with a warm, windy climate where Artiodactyla graze. Further north, the prairie becomes a Temperate forest where tall amanitas and daucus rise. Lizards capable of puffing up their throats and birds with crested foreheads and flaming feathers liven the land. More towards the center lies a continent with a Tropical deciduous forest, surrounded by mountains around the coast, with a river that flows to a big lake. On the east lies a series of islands with big plateaus towering over the mangrove forests around it. Native Botanichat tribes still wander, but they have adapted to modern customs such as full body clothing and electric appl In those islands lie animals not even known to us humans. There is a legend of this predator animal, known as the Insurrector, that is cunning like a snake and brutal as a Komodo Dragon, capable of killing a person with its poisonous drool and its stabbing pincer at the tip of its tail. 

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Far east, lies a mediterranean biome of crystalline rock formations, with little vegetation and seasonal methane rainfall. People haven't lived there since their last war, when Uranium Hexafluoride weapon tore the land, creating a marine sinkhole near the area. 

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I became an Orion Pirate when I was given a job opportunity on another solar system. It seemed like a sketchy concept at first, as the Interastronomical Embassy in Enceladus had recently added Titan to its list of habitable satellites & planets. I had my doubts, just like everyone else, but I still took the chance. As I packed formal travel clothing, food supplies, money, and any sort of legal document, it came upon my mind the idea of not coming back. There was this fear of not being able to come back to the only planet that had known and lived on; and I believed so when I went to the Rogue Star System to work as a Rogue V accountant.

 

Eventually, the city I lived in got raided by the pirates, I got kidnapped, and I was held hostage by them. The Orions gave me their respect when I agreed to be their accountant. The embassy attempted to pay the ransom, but I had already pledged their loyalty. After the fall of the Orion's Illicit Empire, I worked as an e-book seller and later as a journalist for a news website at the Kubrick space station near Enceladus. I was close to coming full circle, but not once I had thought of Titan.

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On my 67th week on the space station, I saw an advertisement campaign outside my home at Plan 9 Residences. I wasn't sure whether it was a military enrollment for some war or a college offer in a 3rd world planet I couldn't afford. One afternoon, I decided to calm down my anxiety by asking the two persons on the booth. One of them said that it was a job offer to work for the Infinity Knights, a division of the Federation of Planets. The other one said that it was a special operations crew that dealt with intragalactic conflicts. Either way, the inscription was free, but I had to give them my address and email. I wrote the fake name of Andor Gareth and gave them my spam email, in case I was being dragged into one of those cults. Three weeks later, I was called in by the agency and told that I was admitted. I was surprised I managed to get in, I didn't have a very clean resume. Just like any typical job, I was scheduled for a meeting and I had an interview. I also managed to get a tour around the Federation of Planets and inside the ship I was going to work on, the  Artemis Charger. 

After my acceptance came the worst part, preparing for the job. I was in the training group of 9A-19. Because most of the people in the group were humans, it just made me wonder if the Infinity Knights saw other species as less important or significant. It's strange how humans just think for themselves. They live, thrive, and fall because of their own mistakes, but they never seem to admit it. Even when they left Earth, they found blame in others for it. Does that make humans victims of guilt, or victims of pride? All I know is that humans are the only animals that see each other as different in the wrong way. 

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My group partners were unique, somehow. So far 11 trainees remain from the original crew. Trainee 100700 was cult and educated. He was the one with most common sense and best humor. Trainees 041801 and 052400 were very cooperative and open. 040300 was an expert in problem solving. 072401 looked like she could be a leader if she was more confident, while her friend 110300 had the confidence but not the motivation. The rest of the trainees had other noticeable distinctions too. 082401 and 083101 were always together despite bing opposites. 122800 was a mess, being loud, stubborn, and nosy. 021701 was both helpful and useless, and 102400 was...well, 102400. 

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The training was demanding. We were asked to take several body tests, answer mind puzzles, and, of course, take the flight simulator. The flight simulator was the hardest part, as it tested you on the worst living conditions, or at least that;s what it tried to do. Whenever the group did something bad, the simulator would usually flash red lights, release smoke, and make a loud alarm go off. If you're going to ask how our first try went, we failed. We even crashed our ship. Our instructor, Admiral Sai, didn't see bright light on us, but that didn't stop us from trying. We would work to do our best in protecting the galaxy from any conflicts that require intermediate guidance from us, and we kind of did