Our shuttle awaited outside, the thrusters awaiting to start and the captain our noble, resilient Grandfather Kraus Grant. He has piloted many war ships against the galactic squadron but now that he is retired he tour guides our city.The rubble underneath our feet felt as though it was being stripped from the ground, you could hear the echo of crying children bounce off the walls in our small neighbourhood and as I placed my right foot into the shuttle we began to ascend Into the sky,leaving our loved home to become a vast wasteland of dead corpses and torn up homes. The ship was vast and as modern as it could be with fris computers and cargo navigation systems.
