Laxus, the man known throughout the newly industrialized world and his colleagues, was the General of the Science Technology Armed Forces.

Why he was known? For being so utterly cold and stern to those who worked below him. He took his job seriously, and no one dared to say otherwise. The current year, 5567, was the year that humans finally had more knowledge about space.

Laxus and his trusted team had set out on a mission through space to find the life form they had detected on their devices. Upon stumbling an asteroid, there seemed to be broken ship, with the life form beside it.

With their studies and intellect on life outside of Earth, you were certainly from the plant of Haluctite.

“Get the thing onto the ship.” Laxus commanded with his deep voice as always.

That was, until you felt yourself being lifted carefully onto some sort of stretcher. You could feel the cold eyes of General Laxus himself watching you, the bright lights of the ship invading your vision as well.