Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

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The dropship suddenly jolted, and it caused the lights to flash; girls screamed from the lower levels. Suddenly, the monitors that were on each of the walls turned on to show Chancellor Jaha’s face.

            Murphy whispered, “I thought you said he got shot?”

            “It’s probably a recording,” I whispered back.

            Jaha spoke, “Prisoners of the Ark hear me now. You’ve been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you but as a chance for all of us. In deed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there, and if the odds of survival were better we would have sent others. Frankly, we’re sending you because your crimes have made you expendable. If you survive, those crimes will be forgiven; your records wiped clean. The drop site has been chosen carefully; during the last war, Mt. Weather (a military base built within a mountain) was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three-hundred people for up to two years. No one has ever made it there.”

            My attention was grabbed by two boys floating through the levels because of the zero-g force we were experiencing, and I shouted at them, “Strap in before the parachutes kick in!” They went back down to the other level.

            The dropship began to shake even more violently, and with the loud banging it became even more difficult to hear Jaha. Then, with a sudden jolt, there were loud bangs and crashes through the ship indicating that the parachutes had just released.

            People screamed from every level, the power would go on and off, and sparks would explode from the ceiling. My head was being jerked around like a ragdoll, and with every time the power went out it smacked against the hard seat.

            Murphy looked at me with panic in his eyes, and he asked terrified, “Why aren’t the rockets going off? They should have gone off by now!”

            As my head was being whipped around, I was barely able to explain, “Ok, so most of this stuff on the ship is a hundred years old right?  Just give it a second!” Tubes dislocated from the ceiling, and they began to spray white gasses through the ship.

            My head collided with Murphy’s, and a long dribble of blood ran down the side of my face. The entire ship went dark, and the loud roar of rockets filled the screams of the passengers. Everyone was screaming in terror, but when the rockets started to shut off the whole ship went silent.

            The lights flickered back on, and my chest was rising and falling from terror. Slowly a smile formed on my face, and I said happily, “Listen, there’s no machines on.”

            Murphy’s eyes darted around, but the only thing that could be heard for miles was silence. Quickly, I unbuckled my belts, and I stood on my shaky legs. I darted for the ladder in the center of the room, and everybody else took that as a command to follow me.

            As I climbed down the ladder, I scanned the rooms for a family friend, and maybe even my own friend—Clarke Griffin. Her mom and dad were on the council, and whenever our parents had meetings we would always hangout with each other.

            I jumped down from the ladder onto the second level, and behind a row of seats kneeling down was a girl with long, wavy, blonde hair—Clarke. Quickly, I climbed over the rows of seats towards her, and I happily shouted, “Clarke!”

            She looked up at me, and I saw her smile. Clarke ran from behind the row of chairs and into the alleyway; once I was in front of her we threw are arms around each other. “Thank god you’re ok,” Clarke said gratefully, “I thought your dad wouldn’t let you go with us.”