Preface: This is just a writing project that I've been wanting to do for years, not sure if I am going to continue it. I wanted to write only a prologue because I haven't written in a long time, and wanted to see my skill level and see how easy it came to me. This also is not typical of what I post or will be posting here. Please do not take as your own work.
It was night now, or what would pass as night by Earth's standards, on the station. It was the roughest place in the galaxy but somehow still maintained a slight semblance of order. There was a dark auburn glow all around the station, cast by the upper crimson lights running the outer edge, that caused an eternally gloomy feeling. He felt free here usually, but not now. Not after what happened. Since then, he had had one goal and now was the time to execute his deeply thought out plan. He had bought a rifle off of a weapons dealer only a few days ago, and had minimal practice with it. As he studied it for