"Suit up, Sir Guardians!" A tough looking guy informed the foursome. The latter nodded and without ado, they were already at the teleport stage for send off.

Our bored gamer's friends Troopers Jake Hill and Nathan Lawson were also there for a final farewell.

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"Good luck, Guardian Kian!"

"If you ever come back near this part of space, just let us know okay?" Both said one after another and Clark could only send a thumbs up at their words.

With how big and bulky the suit he was wearing, shouting his answer out would be truly stupid.

"DING!" A second or two passed before a blinding light carried 4 brave souls unto the cold embrace of the void.

When they appeared again, they were already floating before the colossal construct nearby.

"We will deliver you to your destination one by one."

"Glory to the Alliance, Sir Guardians!" The captain of Spark 3291 informed the 4 traveling guardians.

"POOF!" One vanished in a flash. When this young boy materialized again, he was met with thousands of men and women in clean, perfect rows in front.

"Welcome to the Alliance Outpost Nevada, Sir Guardian!" The thousands of souls roared in one big voice.

"POOF!" The second guardian vanished and experienced almost the same thing. He was met with respect and awe.

"POOF!" Same went for the third guardian. Three young guardians were transferred to millions and millions of light years away in just the short span of a second.

One could only imagine the great convenience of having these space portal technology in the hands of the Alliance.

"Here I go." Last but not least, it was our bored gamer's turn to the slot.

"POOF!" He disappeared after a beat and arrived at his destination in no time.

"..." But different from the 1st three guardians before him, Clark was met by an eerie silence instead.

There was no cheer or excitement that welcomed him but only the grave indifference of the masses.

"Ohhh great! What the hell is this place?" Our avid gamer could not help but comment in consequence of what he witnessed.

There was a mix of men and women in the place but this was not at all shocking anywhere.

What was stunning to see was how there was a combination of activities happening at the same time.

A man was eating.

There were a couple playing football.

But perhaps the most eye-catching of them all was the great orgy that was ongoing in real time.

"AHHHHH!"

"Ohhhhh!"

"YESSSSS!" Moans were all over that specific place and Clark could not help but applaud the boldness of these people.

Perhaps one glaring similarity about these bunch was how everyone was wearing these indicative orange coveralls.

He would have stood there in an amused trance but alas, a stern woman's voice resounded in his ears.

"Please vacate the teleportation platform, Guardian Kian Fisher." This voice was not his system Nancy but it came from the ai of this site.

Clark nodded and proceeded to take a few tentative steps down the stage. It was hard navigating his way with this massive space suit on himself.

"DRIP!"

"DRIP!"

"DRIP!" A second more and the whole thing began to melt on his body. Five breaths was all it took before our avid gamer was standing once more with only his chic blue guardian uniform.

It did not need telling that he stuck out like a sore thumb at this time.

"A guardian is here!"

"FUCK! A dog soldier of the Alliance!"

"Behave your asses up or you're all going to end up bruised and broken!" Almost everyone woke up in consequence. The orgy stopped but those still sleeping were left ignored by many.

It was obvious that most of them wanted to see a quick execution done to these fools or at the very least, a cruel thrashing. Unfortunately, Clark did not do any of those things.

"Please continue what you're doing. Treat me like the wind if you want to." Our bored gamer said as he saw no reason for his interference at this time.

"Thank you, Sir Guardian!"

"Sir Guardian is the best!"

"We appreciate it, Sir!" The wise men and women tried to hug this thick thigh at first sight. They all knew how terrible these guardians could be.

'What kind of outpost is this place, Nancy?' Clark asked his handy system after he got into the nearest available corner and gazed at the thousands of people before him.

There were probably at least 100,000 souls in this huge arena of misfits.

"This is not a static outpost, host."

"You are in a warship called Jailbird 26771 bound for the nearest Thephri occupied planet." Nancy replied promptly.

"FUCK ME!" Clark spat out in disgust. There were only 2 suspects that he could think of that could have easily planned his demise in this way.

One was Marcus and the other person was Meredith.

"Hmmm... It was probably Marcus." Clark muttered under his breath. Although he acted like a lust driven boy unto Meredith but he stopped only after 2 tries.

This was not enough to warrant a deep seated hatred unto him. But it was different in Marcus' case. He not only shamed the boy but he also ruined his perfect life.

One simply cannot imagine how boundless the ego of the rich and powerful can be.

'Am I right in my assumptions, Nancy?' Our good gamer asked after some thought.

"Affirmative, host." The system replied. Clark nodded as if pleased with this little accomplishment. But what was surprising was the happy smile on his face right now.

"Hehehe. I should thank that little kid the next time we meet." Clark grinned instead of getting angry. This joy was of course brought about by what he wanted to achieve in his quest.

Since he was going into enemy territory, there was conflict and war to be had soon.

This would enable him to grow stronger faster than when he would be stationed in guard with little to no battle whatsoever.

In the end, our bored gamer whistled his favorite songs but the cool tune stopped prematurely at the sudden flash nearby.

It was not only him who halted whatever they were doing but almost all the men who had an eye view of the teleportation stage.

"What a very beautiful bitch!" A crude talker welcomed the newcomer.