[center][h1][color=F12626]Sebastian Salas[/color][/h1] [h3][color=F12626]Habitat 34, Seemingly Random Lot[/color][/h3][/center] [hr] [i]The only road worth taking is one of hardship.[/i] It was a rather generic quote, but one Sebastian lived by. A comfy life truly wasn't worth living. People can only grow once they've experienced hardship, and those who have experienced the most and made it out were the strongest of them all. In reality, the hardships he had suffered were nothing compared to what many had experienced. He was never a miner, or a soldier, or someone whose life was destroyed by pirates, or someone who had every dream torn away from him at every corner. Sebastian was just an orphan that lost a friend. All things considered, he was incredibly lucky. Of course, Sebastian applied this very same quote to the people of Venus. Though the Venusians have suffered hardships, they had continued to fight and survive. Another great hardship is surely on the horizon, especially with what Mekon is currently planning. It will be hard, brutal even, but once it is over with, the people of Venus will reach heights they never believed possible. This was his mission. This is why he was doing what he had to do help them. Despite being in a fairly random alley, it was an isolated enough for him to "meditate." Of course, to him, meditation was dribbling a ball around. It was the only time he was able to reflect. It was sort of bad a thing really, as it meant he couldn't really properly process his thoughts without it. It was a horrible co-dependency issue, but at least it meant he had periods where he could get incredibly productive with his thinking. New ideas for the game, for the team, for Mekon, and so forth could be hatched up just by doing a simple drill in a random alley. It's great how simple people really were. The Mekon Movement was odd. It was shattered, lacked any real cohesion, and ran around hoping for the best outcome. It was nothing like a football team. Sport always emphasized unity, fraternity, guidance, and giving it your all in everything. These were the greatest ideals, far greater than what even the most pompous philosopher could spout. It was these ideals that Sebastian hoped to bring to the Movement. After all, soccer was the lifeblood of the people. At least, that was how he perceived it. The members of the group were also...very strange. The fact that they were even working as some kind of organization was very impressive. They were uppity, rebellious, had issues with authority, and were a rag tag group strapped together by duct tape. Coincidentally, those traits made for some of the best soccer player when channeled correctly. More importantly, those character traits were crucial for those trying to get some kind of rebellion going. Sebastian continued to dribble the ball, his thoughts filled with potential ideas going forward, though a lot of them he would later mentally cross out. There was a lot of social and cultural navigation he needed to consider, so it came as no surprise to him that many of his ideas would be poor. This pattern more or less continued until he was alerted by the secret code words on Johanna's broadcast. [color=F12626]"...Finally, my head was starting to hurt."[/color]