It was all silent.
That was natural. Sound doesn't travel in the vacuum of space.
And yet...there was something...unnatural.
A crew broke down ships, tools in hand.
Such was their job. To break wrecks of once-glorious warships and sell them to live another day. They never talked. They lived hand-to-mouth, unable to spare enough for a simple radio.
Each had their own.
A ship to live on, a basic comm to buy food, water, fuel.
A monotonous loop.
A faraway man in a red suit waved.
Angela waved back.
She turned to her work, not knowing that this was the last time she would see the red-clad man.
She cut and she cut, not knowing what was going on behind her.
Not until everything went black.
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She woke up in a room with blinding light.
"Where am I?", she asked, her voice rasping from disuse.
"Who are you? Why were you scavenging in this sector?", the man(?) answered her question with one of his own.
"Where's the Sonnu?"
"The what?", he sounded perplexed, now.
"My salvage hauler. It's mine. I built it."
"You scavs aren't supposed to operate in Foundation space, or Lunar for that matter. You're lucky you didn't resist, or you'd have ended up like the rest of your...friends.", the interrogator spat out with disdain.
"My...friends? What- What did you do?"
"Those idiots tried to resist arrest. You're lucky you didn't.", she opened her mouth to-, "You don't get to complain. You have no rights here, you filthy-", that sentence was cut off by a door opening.
"Leave her alone, John.", the new arrival rebuked.
"Administrator, I'm doing my jo-"
"I don't want to hear it, Lieutenant. As long as you are on my station, you will abide by its laws or I will have you and your office thrown out, understand?", he said sharply.
"Yes...administrator."
"Good. Now get out."
"But-"
"Now."
That tone threatened violence. Angela heard a door open, then close.
"Can you see me? Do you need some time for your eyes to adapt?", the administrator asked.
"It's too bright.", she answered, "I can't see anything.".
"Well, you can listen then, Miss Reed.", she stiffened. How did this man know her name? "Don't be surprised, you bought supplies on Luna 2 a few times, we have you on record. You're on Luna 4, the industrial sector. You were caught scavenging right above Luna 3. Do you realise how serious of a charge that is?"
"What- I don't get it. I've done plenty of work above Luna 5 before, why's it such a big deal?" she was...perplexed, to say the least. What was the difference between Luna 3 and 5?
"It's a big deal because Luna 3's administrator is a ex-security goon with a stick up his ass. He's a stickler for rules." he said (with slight exasperation in his voice), "And he isn't letting this one go."
"Can't I just pay some fine, get it done and over with? I can promise not to do it again?"
"No. He's-" his comm beeps. He checks the contact and twitches.
"I'm sorry, I have to take this. I'll be back in a little while, Miss Reed."
"No, please don't leave me here-!" her request is ignored, as the door slides shut and she's left alone in the dark cell.
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A/N:
First (proper) chapter is done! Sorry for the delay, I'll try to do regular updates on Saturdays/Sundays, but no promises.
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Oblivion
Science FictionThis is a story of the future, of how humanity may end up. Warnings: This book contains both political and (unfortunately) what may come off as tinfoil hat theories. It also contains quite graphic content. If any of these things are not to your tas...
