Fallen from the Stars

Prologue

Prologue

His orders were final, and utterly absolute. Nothing he said or did would change the task he alone was placed with, not that he would ever oppose the court and its rulings.

He was their obedient dog. Loyal and replaceable.

He left the dispatch room and walked down the long corridors that intertwined into an endless maze of dark passages, resulting in lost newbies and confused intruders. Only experienced veterans like him could navigate the hallways without the need of a crude, expansive map for instructions.

As his feet carried him down the necessary path, his mind plunged into thoughts, not needing to think about where he was going.

Soon he would be boarding a vessel to take him to a place yet to be listed as hazardous or harmless. He was to determine its uses, if there were any, and whether or not it posed any relevant danger to his breed. The only thing that had puzzled him was as to why he was the one being sent on this mission. He was a soldier, not a scout.

Either way, orders were orders. He had to follow them like it or not. He had been training a long time to be ready for this mission and soon it would all pay off. Soon he would be landing on the unknown planet recently discovered by his superiors. They had not yet named this new world, but from what he could recollect hearing about it while passing the higher ups, the inhabitants of the planet had created their own name for it.

What that name was, was evading him. It jumped around in his brain, remaining out of reach for a few moments before he finally recalled the word. A minute twinge of satisfaction lit in his chest for an instant until he reclaimed his emotionless demeanor, both inside and out. Still, the word echoed in his mind a bit up to when he finally began to board the aircraft designed to whisk him to this new place, this new planet, this "Earth."