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The Descent Chapter One: Landing Day (Title not 100% yet)
It's that time of year again, when those of us that have broken the rules get dropped down to Terra, where our fate is unknown. Most dread it, as no one has ever come back. Me on the other hand? I'm excited. Besides being trapped in a dropship, with hundreds of other criminals. I mean, I finally get to see the planet that I've only heard about through the various stories my mother told me when I was younger. It's a story that's been told through generations of my family, as Terra has been uninhabitable for hundreds of years. The radiation levels are just too high from the fallout of a nuclear war. The war to end all wars, at least, that's what I've been told. But everyone holds out hope that if we wait long enough, up here in Noa Prime, hoping the radiation will just magically disappear. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Guess I'll find out for myself soon enough.
Here I am, in my cell, laying down on the ground, with only a bouncy ball in hand. Have to pass the time somehow, though it gets boring after the first five minutes of throwing it against the wall, but what else am I gonna do in here? Sorry, but I'm not one for reading books, and my requests for anything else gets declined. The life of a deviant I guess.
I notice as the door to my cell opens soon after, with two men walking in. One of them I recognize as Officer Wythers, as his black bushy beard is hard to forget.
"Officer Wythers! Always a pleasure! Take your pills today? Cause you know how cranky you get without them." He grunts, as the guard with him walks towards me.
Guard: "Deviant 1-2-9-2-7, place your hands behind your back and face the wall." Ah yes, my lucky number. I follow the guards instructions, and within seconds of placing my hands behind me, the handcuffs lock into place.
"It's Sebastian." I say, correcting him on his mistake. Officer Wythers and the guard just ignore me, as we walk out of my cell, and through the prison hall.
Cellblocks on Noa Prime are divided into various sections, depending on the crimes committed. For example, thieves and vandals are held in the Deviant cellblock, so we are considered Deviants. Then there's Roaches, Slayers, the Digitals, Forsaken, Abnormals, the Expired, and many others that I haven't had the luxury of dealing with. Some of the names make sense, while others are hard to figure out at first glance. As we are walking out of the Deviant cellblock, and towards the shuttle bay, I see other prisoners. Some like me, and some who are completely different from me. Then there are those that are prisoners just by being alive. With limited resources on this space station, the Brain Trust decided on a maximum of one child per family policy. Those that violate those laws, are either imprisoned, or executed. Obviously, I don't agree with it, as some of the best people I have come to know in here are second born. It's not their fault. But unfortunately, the only ones that get to decide what's best for us are the Brain Trust. I'm able to spot my friend Seffora in the crowd of people preparing to board the dropship, mostly thanks to her bright green hair, which happens to be past her shoulders in length. I think this is the first time she's ever had her hair down, as every time I've seen her, she's had it up in a ponytail.
"Hey Seff! You're getting dropped down too?" I ask, as I catch up to her. It's at this point that Wythers, and the guards back off, observing us from a safe distance, just incase someone tries to cause a scene.
"Yeah. Lucky us." She says in response, as she rolls her emerald eyes.
"Just think of it this way. If we don't somehow die upon impact, or the radiation, we are free to do whatever we want! A whole new world to explore!"
"Still a half glass full kind of guy I see. The odds of that happening are very low. Besides, there's probably no technology left down there, which is a buzzkill in itself."
"It's better than being locked up." I say bluntly, as we enter the dropship, and follow the other prisoners to our seats. It's ten minutes or so before the dropship doors close, and lift off of the landing pad.
Here we go. Hopefully, I'll survive this, but I guess we'll find out soon enough.
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Our dropship detaches from the hangar bay, and starts drifting towards Terra. Everyone looks relatively calm, at least, for now. It's still hard to believe, that in a few minutes, we'll be on Terra.. I don't have much in the way of a view outside, as the only window is on the opposite side of this compact dropship. Doesn't help that they crammed literally hundreds of us in here. As we enter the atmosphere, the mood shifts, panic starting to set in. The constant jagged movements is enough to knock me out, as my head hits a metal pipe, before losing consciousness
The Descent Chapter One: Landing Day (Title not 100% yet)
It's that time of year again, when those of us that have broken the rules get dropped down to Terra, where our fate is unknown. Most dread it, as no one has ever come back. Me on the other hand? I'm excited. Besides being trapped in a dropship, with hundreds of other criminals. I mean, I finally get to see the planet that I've only heard about through the various stories my mother told me when I was younger. It's a story that's been told through generations of my family, as Terra has been uninhabitable for hundreds of years. The radiation levels are just too high from the fallout of a nuclear war. The war to end all wars, at least, that's what I've been told. But everyone holds out hope that if we wait long enough, up here in Noa Prime, hoping the radiation will just magically disappear. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Guess I'll find out for myself soon enough.
Here I am, in my cell, laying down on the ground, with only a bouncy ball in hand. Have to pass the time somehow, though it gets boring after the first five minutes of throwing it against the wall, but what else am I gonna do in here? Sorry, but I'm not one for reading books, and my requests for anything else gets declined. The life of a deviant I guess.
I notice as the door to my cell opens soon after, with two men walking in. One of them I recognize as Officer Wythers, as his black bushy beard is hard to forget.
"Officer Wythers! Always a pleasure! Take your pills today? Cause you know how cranky you get without them." He grunts, as the guard with him walks towards me.
Guard: "Deviant 1-2-9-2-7, place your hands behind your back and face the wall." Ah yes, my lucky number. I follow the guards instructions, and within seconds of placing my hands behind me, the handcuffs lock into place.
"It's Sebastian." I say, correcting him on his mistake. Officer Wythers and the guard just ignore me, as we walk out of my cell, and through the prison hall.
Cellblocks on Noa Prime are divided into various sections, depending on the crimes committed. For example, thieves and vandals are held in the Deviant cellblock, so we are considered Deviants. Then there's Roaches, Slayers, the Digitals, Forsaken, Abnormals, the Expired, and many others that I haven't had the luxury of dealing with. Some of the names make sense, while others are hard to figure out at first glance. As we are walking out of the Deviant cellblock, and towards the shuttle bay, I see other prisoners. Some like me, and some who are completely different from me. Then there are those that are prisoners just by being alive. With limited resources on this space station, the Brain Trust decided on a maximum of one child per family policy. Those that violate those laws, are either imprisoned, or executed. Obviously, I don't agree with it, as some of the best people I have come to know in here are second born. It's not their fault. But unfortunately, the only ones that get to decide what's best for us are the Brain Trust. I'm able to spot my friend Seffora in the crowd of people preparing to board the dropship, mostly thanks to her bright green hair, which happens to be past her shoulders in length. I think this is the first time she's ever had her hair down, as every time I've seen her, she's had it up in a ponytail.
"Hey Seff! You're getting dropped down too?" I ask, as I catch up to her. It's at this point that Wythers, and the guards back off, observing us from a safe distance, just incase someone tries to cause a scene.
"Yeah. Lucky us." She says in response, as she rolls her emerald eyes.
"Just think of it this way. If we don't somehow die upon impact, or the radiation, we are free to do whatever we want! A whole new world to explore!"
"Still a half glass full kind of guy I see. The odds of that happening are very low. Besides, there's probably no technology left down there, which is a buzzkill in itself."
"It's better than being locked up." I say bluntly, as we enter the dropship, and follow the other prisoners to our seats. It's ten minutes or so before the dropship doors close, and lift off of the landing pad.
Here we go. Hopefully, I'll survive this, but I guess we'll find out soon enough.
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Our dropship detaches from the hangar bay, and starts drifting towards Terra. Everyone looks relatively calm, at least, for now. It's still hard to believe, that in a few minutes, we'll be on Terra.. I don't have much in the way of a view outside, as the only window is on the opposite side of this compact dropship. Doesn't help that they crammed literally hundreds of us in here. As we enter the atmosphere, the mood shifts, panic starting to set in. The constant jagged movements is enough to knock me out, as my head hits a metal pipe, before losing consciousness