Prologue 

As Kent Randolph blasted through the galaxy aboard the starship Venture, he felt a rush of elation and pride being general, and he wondered where he had come from. Maybe Old Earth, or some forgotten Plutonian empire. He was found near a remote Martian farm and raised as an adopted son by a kind family. He went to school and soon was made a general. But that didn’t matter now, because now it was his mission to explore the galaxies and find clues about his past.

Chapter One – A New Beginning

My name is Kent Randolph, and these are my journals. I have seen some crazy things over the past few years, not all of them good. But I’m getting ahead of myself, so let’s just get to it.

I was found as a child by a kind man named Colt Randolph, and soon he and his wife, Lena Randolph, decided to take me in as their own.

We were farmers in a town called Mayweather, and it was grueling work, but made easier by the fact that I have almost unnatural speed and agility. “You were recently enrolled in the Galactic Frontier school,” my mom says, or just GF for short.

“Students in GF are studying to eventually become a part of the Federation of Galactic Explorers, so you promise me that you will try your hardest, and never give up, okay Kent?”

“I promise mom,” I said. “Now you go to school and make some friends,” Mom said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. As I hopped on my hoverbike, Dad came out to say goodbye.

“Bye, Kent”, he said.

”Bye, Mom, bye Dad,” I said, flipping on my visor.

“Have fun out there,” Dad said.

“Ok Dad.”

The ride to school was fairly uneventful, but when I got there, I was amazed by the architectural marvel of the school. Gleaming crystal spires mounted on a gigantic main building sparkled in the sunlight, and they were surrounded by beautiful grassy fields. I parked my hoverbike in the parking lot, and walked over to the front entrance.

 I was greeted by a woman in a bright orange dress. “Hello,” the woman said. “My name is Nilita, but you can call me Nita.”

“Hello, Nita,” I said. “I’m Kent Randolph.”

“Oh! Hello, Kent,” Nita said. “I’ll be your History teacher this semester.” Then Nita gave me the schedules for classes. “School will begin tomorrow morning, so you can walk around and get acquainted. Your room is number one seventy-seven. Goodbye Kent.” 

As I wandered along the halls, a