Prologue
It was suitable, at first. Lunar cycles, atmosphere, water, the crew of the U.S.C Hellrazor couldve sworn they were staring at earth, if earth had still existed.
It had been a long sleep on the journey to the newley named Terra Thirteen, cryo chambers nearley failing from the 83 year journey; but they had made it, made it to a place where humanity could rebuild.
Five million souls, all that remained of the human race, stood in silence, awaiting any news of the engineers who were preparing a place for shuttles to start bringing people to thier new home.
Jon, a man of 23 years, had been born into a life of struggle, even if he did not yet know it. He had been inducted into military service at the age of 16, as most men were, and givin his mission; secure a future for humanity, and hold it at all cost, yet niether him, nor any one for that matter, knew the truth behind the destruction of earth; those who were old enough to remember lay dormant in the cold embrace of the ships cargo hold, awaiting thier funerals.
"Captain!" Jon barely heard the voice, he had orders, and he was lost in fear. "Captain!" Jon took a deep breath, he new what the young soldier wanted, she wanted what all the troops under his command wanted, assurance. He new all to well he couldnt give it.
Jon placed his hand on the young womans shoulder, his eyes looking over every last detail of the sqauds gear, then a red light flashed on.
"Strap in, Be prepared, we dont know whats down their, all we know is alot of lives depend on our success." Jon began, taking his own seat in the drop pod. The ship was about to launch when he noticed a young private, Erikson as he remembered, struggling to get his clasps done up, his hands shaking violently. Jon reached out and buckled him in, then felt as he was thrown against the side of his seat, they were on aproach.
