The start of something grand.

[Price_]

Two well built adolescent boys stood looking out one of the big windows on Freeport 4 in Magellan. One had shoulder length dark copper colored hair, a soft baby face buried under a thick copper beard and piercing green eyes. The other had short dusty blonde hair, a strong set jaw, was clean shaven and had soft blue eyes.


They were both born to families of two completely different worlds, that really were not at all different. One was a single father, an ex-molly on the run from Bretonia, the other a couple from liberty trying to make it as miners.


“Ya think we'll ever get off this dump Richie?” The dark haired one said lighting two cigarettes and passing one to Richard.
“With out a doubt Isaac, You and me are going to go places. I'm gonna be one of the richest men in all of Sirius, I'll need someone to clean my toilets so you'll be needed.” Richard said with a smirk that was quickly wiped away when Isaac punched him in the arm.
“I ain't gonna be no ones maid Richie, an certainly not workin' for you as some corporate fat cat.” Isaac said taking a drag of his cigarette.
“You're bound to be the biggest throne in my side, always looking for some crazy revolution Isaac.” Richard said blowing smoke rings
“Would rather change the universe then have it changed for me Richie, least I'll have a say in things when its over.”


The two sat there watching the trade ships go by for a bit longer blowing smoke rings and watching the universe turn, both with entirely different views on life brought together by some weird fluke of fate.


//This is the start of the joint back story between Richard Price and Isaac Shaw two of my main characters.

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Discordianism: the Schroedinger's Cat of religions.