ok doesnt start with shenko exactly... this a rough cut only a few pages.... and its pure crap
David Anderson Memorial Military Academy
August 15th 2210
Dear Mr. Alenko
We regret to inform you that despite your impressive resume and exemplary tactical scores on your exams that there is no position available for someone with your qualifications at this time. You are however allowed to retake your entrance exams six months after receiving this message.
The fingers curled around the piece of paper crushing it into a ball before being shredded into two dozen pieces and scattered about the floor of the dorm room. Slumping down onto his cot, Ryan Alenko buried his face in his hands.
“I’m so fuc-“
The buzzer alerting him to a visitor lifted the young man out of his self serving pity. Quickly throwing on a standard civie t-shirt he shuffled across the room, slapping the talk button on the other end and all but barked into the intercom, “what in the hell do you want?”
Static on the other end. Ryan swore under his breath and slapped the intercom again. Muffled laughter on the other end.
Angrily, Ryan hit the open button, room door sliding open only to deposit his longtime friend James onto the floor laughing his head off.
“Go away man, now’s not really the best time to be messin’ with me.” Ryan grouched, giving James a jab in the back with his foot. “and pick your ass up off the floor, will ya? Geez.”
James coughed once, wiped the tears from his eyes and boosted himself into a shaky standing position, his frame still racked with silent laughter. He was thin, with messy dark hair, glasses, a button nose and tan skin. Despite the build he was one of the most promising pilots his class had to offer. He sat down at Ryan’s desk.
“Sorry man, just playing a little ding dong ditch ya know.”
Ryan flopped down on his bed, rifting through printed extranet files for his next training assignment. With an icy glare he noted dryly “but for forgot the ditching part, ****.”
James smiled placating. “Sorry man, just some fun before summer break. While we’re partying, you’re holed up in here looking at star charts. What gives? Dog die or something?”
“Nope.” Ryan said miserably. “But I’m going to die… I didn’t get accepted into the university…. I’m screwed. You know who and what my parents are like!”
James whistled knowingly. “Yup. Well… could always change your name and run off into the Terminus System’s… oh wait… your mom does some spectre stuff there right? Guess that’s out…. Hell, I’d say the ends of known space…. But your parentals have probably been there too.”
Ryan flopped down boneless on his cot. “tell me about it! They’ve been everywhere and done just about everything! When your mom’s a damn council spectre, savior of the freakin’ citadel along with your father, how can you not die from all the expectations?! They’re the best of the best and I’m a rookie pilot that just got thrown out of the N special forces program! Try again next year….yeah right!”
“Dude… now you’re being emo.” James pointed out. “A lot of recruits have reapplied. You can do it up to three times before you get the permanent boot.”
“Well I failed once…. So why not two more times?” Ryan grouched.
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) And I remember, even in the dream, having the hardest time not totally glomping Adam Baldwin and asking him if he could tell me if Kal-Reegar was going to be in the next game. 
Plus, you know, singing about A Man Named Jayne. 
