My vest was torn up, my armour dented and my firearm possessing only one last magazine. I had probably been in that room for sometime after the whole 'Being lifted off the ground turbulence'. Could not have imagined what the rest of the ship were doing, probably cleaning up. I did have some time to laugh to myself.
"I bet this pissed off the training schedule." I was a bit off of training today, so I left to the 'Crapper'. And as I was cleaning my hands, the bumping started. After I had gotten up and cleaned myself, I decided to stick around in the toilets. It must have been the perfect plan for avoiding any more cleaning up. After, say an hour or so, I heard creaking from outside, and loud bangs in a constant pattern and rhythm; just like footsteps they clanged on the floor. Another 30 minutes must have passed before I thought now was the time to stop fucking around and to go and help with the clear-up. So, I went to the door....jammed. They have a tendency to do that, but after a few hits on the control pad and it.....jammed again. Few more attempts and the door slowly slid open, just as a Classical Muse Panic Station began to play on the ship's radio, eventually revealing a large light shining down on me. I covered my eyes, giving myself time to adjust to it. Once the visions became more clear...."Holy fuck....."
Trees, outside the toilet! The fuck was going on? Had some experiment gone wrong while I was shitting myself? I stepped outside and was greeted by the sound of feet crunching onto the dirt on the floor. Pivoting my head around, I caught a glimpse of the wreckage of both the ship, as the crew. We had just crashed! I thought to myself....it gotten confusing to me and I began to panic. I would walk around, twiddling with my thumbs over and over again as I paced up and down the walls that I was safe inside earlier.
What about the others? Is anyone else alive? Hang on.....this was a planet....and there were trees, plants, breathable air (Author's note: The amount of thinking I had to do whether to decide if the air was safe enough, I just said it was to make it easier in the future and to not complicate anything.), and growing....fruit I think...Does that mean, life....like simple creatures that had the same survival techniques as mammals and insects on Earth? Or what about if there was a dominating species...like Humans.....These questions flourished in and out of my head. I could not control my thoughts and idea of what might be waiting for me around the next corner.
I trod carefully, stepping in and out of bodies of people I knew, did not know....and worked for. Privates, Lance Corporals (Yet another author's note: I have decided, just to make things a little bit more understandable, just a little, I have mentioned that there are Private First Classes and Lance Corporals. I know, the PVT-FC is the American forces and the Lance Corporal is their equivalent in the UK Forces....but just roll with it...this is the future, and my story...I get to decide what goes on in this shit hole! Enough said.), Sergeants....you name it.....they were every where. Scattered, dislocated, broken. It was hard to take in, but I could not just look away as more would be waiting for me in the next view-line. I found a M.R.E. Ration pack on the floor....must have been used in one of the training sessions....but it was not open. I tore open the packet and gulped down whatever was inside. Good thing I did that, someone had been making sausages in that pack. It was sweet, fattening and filling.....perfect.
I took the time to sit down and think to myself after that....thinking about the situation.....what was going on....when I heard breathing. Female breathing....I turned, managing to catch a glimpse of the Stensoned Girl in the corner....on the floor...I leaped to my feat and charged towards her...big mistake....
Status: Survivor status unreadable....unable to pick up large amounts of Human activity....Warning: Breathing unidentifiable object approaching crash site.
"So tell me....you lost all connection with the Longbow from the on? Correct?" Mr Banks nodded. The council looked down at him. "You do realize what this means after your responsibility of losing a valuable essence to the Fleet, Mr Banks?"
"Yes....wait what?" He panicked as a few armed guards came to his side.
"Thank you for stopping by to give us the backstory on your trail against you....I would like to know say that you are guilty and have been punished by death...." They looked stubbonly down at him as he was pushed to his knees, the trigger pulled to his head....
(Sorry for the long wait....not that any of you care probably, but I have again been busy with things outside of my Wattpad account.....deal wiv it bruv......also check out the video link in the corner for the Muse song mentioned briefly....awesome guys....awesome tunes....enjoy...TwistedTale82)
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Fiksi IlmiahSociety had become stronger, as have Military's. The U.N.I.F. had organised a plan to set out their biggest Fleet to a new quadrant, only seen by telescopes. As they all were going about their business, something went wrong. Which left the survivors...
