Legacy of Earth

Chapter 1

The steel walls were tall and wide, short and wide windows placed high on the walls were broken, fogged from the dust, or where missing entirely. Numerous of lights beamed down from the ceiling illuminating the warehouse. The sounds of welding and metal being hammered into shape echoed throughout, as was expected from a shipyard. An office was on one of the thinner walls elevated off the ground only accessible by a lift. Tools and carts were scattered around the floor. Puddles of oil and water also populated the floor. A single ship was in the warehouse, the frame was finished, and the body was halfway completed with only the back half remaining. Sparks can be seen falling from the ship as welders worked putting each panel on with care. The workers in the warehouse wore a gray jumpsuit with a name tapes on their upper left chest that displayed a letter followed by three numbers.

A man ran through on one the doors of the ware house. He was short and thin and wore light colored business attire with a emblem that had a red pronounced V on his upper left chest. His hair was combed with a part off to the side, his glasses was fogged due to the heat he gave off because of the run. He stopped a couple steps after entering to catch his breath. Once he caught his breath and fixed his glasses, he began to make his way over to the lift.

"You're late again Frank!" The deep voice echoed across the building directed at the man who just ran in. A tall man that had to have scales on his skin stood by the lift, he wore the same attire of Frank, but his shoulders was broad and had strong physique. His face was rugged and look older for his age.

"Sorry about that Mr. Welter, the traffic was horrendous." Frank stated as both men stepped on the lift. Many of the nearby workers looked at the men as they went in to the office, some with looks of disgust or gloom but they kept working.

"Assholes." A worker muttered to a man next to him. His name tape had W-342 stitched on it. The sleeves on his jumpsuit was rolled up to his elbows exposing his forearms and was partially unzipped revealing his undershirt. He was bulky man, his skin shined due to the sweat from working, tattoos of dragons spiraled up both of his arms. He was sitting on the frame of the ship next to a man.

"Jax, just keep working and your head low. We don't need anyone else getting arrested for bullshit." A rusty voice came out of a young man mouth. He was tall and had a body of someone who lived very psychical lifestyle. His face was scared, cuts that long been healed ran across the left side face in a shape resembling an upside-down T, down his eye and across his cheek bone. His jumpsuit was fully unzipped with the upper half hanging from his waist. His name tape read W-556.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Jax said while scratching his head. "Anyways, when do you think this ship will be able to take off?" Jax asked the man as he began to work again. "I don't know. In a month or two" the man replied. He continued, "You know, you don't have to keep working our shift ends soon."

"Yeah, but I don't want that skinny midget on our case. You know how he gets." Jax said while welding.

"Well, speaking of the devil here he comes" The man nodded in the direction of the lift. Both men looked down towards the lift. Frank yelled up to both men "342 and 556 come here!" his voice was aggressive unfitting for his appearance.

Jax and the man climbed down passing by other workers. "Ha, you guys are fucked" one worker said jokingly at the men, Jax shrugged and kept going.

Both men stood in front of Frank towering over him. "Yes sir?" the man asked. Brooked pointed up to to office. "Go, Mr. Welter wants you two." Frank said firmly.

Both men made their way to the lift. Frank stayed down on the floor supervising the other workers. As the men entered the lift and went up to the office, they couldn't help but worry being that in the many year they work there, they never been in the office. The men entered the office. The floor had a metallic shine, two Stainless steel desks sat next to each other facing two black couches that are perpendicular to the desk and facing each other with a steel coffee table in between. The room smelt of chemicals as if someone just cleaned it with a hint of coffee. When the men entered the office they were greeted by Mr. Welter and a woman who was sitting on one of the couches. She had dark long strait hair, she wore a basic set of shirt pants and shoes, but the clothes still seemed elegant. Her face was thin and without any form of blemishes. Her body was thin and toned as if she routinely exercised. Jax and the man walk up to the desk.