"prisoners of the ark, hear me now"
in which a councillors daughter, a girl who doesn't exist, and a hotshot engineer find out how to survive on the dead planet of earth
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seasons 1-2 of the 100
multiple love interests for mu...
"we have to know the truth...about both our daughters"
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HAZEL'S BROWN SKIN WAS SLICK WITH SWEAT, as damp as her hair that was pulled back out of her face. For the past week, she'd practically been working around the clock with Raven on the pod. Even if there was no room for her to join, helping get proof of Earth being survivable was enough for her.
Eventually she'd get to Sam, Octavia, and Bellamy.
They had two days before they had to launch.
Abby quickly walked in. "How soon can you two get this thing ready to drop?"
Raven turned her head. "I'm still scraping up parts to fabricate a pressure regulator."
Hazel frowned towards Abby. "I thought we still had two days?"
"Can we launch without that part?" Abby asked.
"I advise against that." Hazel shook her head.
"I mean, we could launch, but we'll be dead before we get to the ground." Raven said, head still pushed into the pod as she worked. "And I mean bad dead. Ruptured lungs, air bubbles in the brain. We need that part. Why? What's wrong? Has something changed?"
"Clarke's wristband signal went out."
Clarke was Abby's daughter.
Hazel turned towards her. "That doesn't mean anything, Abby. I mean, she probably just took it off like the others."
Raven watched the concern across the woman's face. "Okay. I can get a pressure regulator. Today."
Hazel looked over, "you can?"
"How?" Abby asked.
"The less you know, the better." Raven said, turning to leave.
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"Why are we going to the mess hall?" Hazel whispered to Raven.
"I'm going to the mess hall." Raven corrected, looking towards her. "You should be working on that pod."
"If you can't tell me what your plan is, it means it's bad. Which means you might need help." Hazel stated, shrugging. "Even if it's an engineer's help."
One of the workers in the mess hall stepped up towards them as they entered. "It's not mealtime yet," he growled out at them.
"I'm not hungry." Raven said. "I'm here to trade. Before you tell me I'm in the wrong place, just let Nygel know it's her little bird."
"Nygel?" Hazel whispered to Raven. She knew of the woman and the black market trading she did on the Ark. She also knew that Nygel's price would be too high, especially for a pressure regulator.
