The year was 2145, human civilization had colonized the entire solar system and the outer dwarf planets surrounding the solar system. It was a huge step for civilization and was a feat that humanity didn't even know was possible. The most populated planet was mars, bustling with life, and dust. Humans did find a way to produce oxygen using the ice caps on the tip of mars but the red planet of dust still remained, there lived 15 year old Tony Mercany. He was abnormally tall reaching up to 6.3, his family was very unfortunate, his family lived in a small hut and at the time, a tetrarchy ruled the outskirts of the dusty planet, only the rich could live and the poor would be prosecuted, Tony was going out of his hut to search for a market which sold him daily meets when the calls of heavily armored soldiers yelled at him, they ran up to him, ramming the butt of their rifles to his back, they pinned him on the ground, they yelled at him to see his ID, but he swiftly got up and ran for his hut, the soldiers were in peak physical condition following him up, he sprinted for his hut where he hid with his parents, they told him to hide under a pile of trash while they hide in the closet, the soldiers searched the hut inside out, but then they had an idea, they stood by a room, pulled their safeties off, and let 40 rounds of bullets rip into the walls, the screams of tony were completely silence from the sound of heavy metal striking the closet door, as soon as they stopped, 2 adult dropped out of the closet, with giant holes inside of their lifeless bodies, tony could only watch as they were dragged and thrown into the pile of trash he was hiding in, tony was eventually diagnosed with PTSD and depression, he had become a blacksmith as he was very skilled in the art of wielding. He eventually gave up, quit his job, and lived on the curb, there was no meaning to this cruel life to him. But then he realized, it wasn't the soldiers fault, it wasn't his fault, it was the others fault, the planets, society was broken, so he needed to fix it, so he began his work, he crafted a very durable armor set out of scrap metal found off of the remain of high ranking military ships, he had set on a goal to slaughter the Director, the tyrant ruling the desert wasteland. He had succeeded, he was now the ruler, the poor were overjoyed that he was now ruling the red planet and thought he would finally serve justice, but that wasn't the case, that was FAR off from the case,
