Fandom Arkadia(The 100)(Closed)

[Dazzle]

As all the kids were directed into a drop ship by the guards, one by one, Everyone was made to wear this large metal wristband before boarding the ship, letting them know they’d feel a small pinch while they clasped them onto all one hundred of them before being put onto the ship. Not only did they not get information about the bracelets, none of the kids actually knew where they were going despite the many asked questions of all.


They were told to not unbuckle their seat-belts, a few tightened them, while the guards exited the drop ship.


As the doors to the Arc closed they were met with a video of their Chancellor, Owen Cameron. “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 a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable. Those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean.”


There were many murmurs on what was actually happening, for one, at least they weren’t getting floated, and were going to get a real chance at life. But then again, at least floating was a quick death, the levels of radiation on earth were still unknown and the death there could be quite painful without knowing what they were going to experience.


There wasn’t any going back now, the drop ship had taken off and either place they were they were likely to die. At least earth would give them a second chance.


“The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years. Mount Weather is life. You must locate those supplies immediately. Your one responsibility is stay alive.”


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“Total system failure, that's what we're looking at. All we know for sure is that they were off course when we lost contact, so…”

“Tell me about communications.”

“Other than the telemetry from their wristbands, we got nothing… No audio, no video, no computer link. Everything that we programmed in to help them is gone. They're on their own.”


It couldn’t have gone worse, not only did they send 100 delinquents to the ground, but the Arc had already lost 12 during the landing. And now they had no way of communicating with the kids, and by the trajectory of the drop ship the Council was almost sure that they didn’t make it to mount weather.


They likely just killed the kids, and if the rest didn’t survive, the ark would soon join them.


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As the drop ship door fell before them, these kids were enlightened by their surroundings. The green trees, real sunlight, dirt. So many sensations that none of them had ever experienced before. Some were still cautious over the unknown, but most were excited for the freedom they never had.​

“We will survive.”
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[NickNacks]

The air shrieked.

Earthquakes weren't much of a common occurrence anymore, at least not so much as they had been in the times before Silas was born. Still, he'd heard enough told to know what to do when the ground began to shake beneath his feet, knew to dive for the safety of some stone overhang or great boulder. It was just a healthy balance of reacting quickly and then exercising patience as you waited for the tremors to stop.

This was nothing like that.

He had wandered a little far from the boarders of the Bayleaf tribe, not so far as to be unable to find his way back, but far enough to be able to hunt for the ginger root which grew among the moss on the outskirts. There wasn't too much there, but he'd found a patch a few weeks ago, and hadn't yet harvested everything. Ginger was good for less threatening problems, things like stomach illness or poor digestion. Normally he would be out hunting for moss or other absorbent materials to staunch blood, which was far more common a problem among Grounders than an aching belly.

He'd found moss, too, stripped it away from the rocks and bark upon which it had been growing, and had folded it carefully to rest in the bottom of his small leather satchel, which he used to gather. The bag was the most notable thing in his possession-the only other things he was carrying was a metal water flask, a bit of mint leaf wrapped up in cloth to chew on later in case he felt hungry, his short sword, and a spare bit of bandage in case he needed to change his wrappings.

They had grown somewhat damp with blood as they remained wrapped tightly across his flattened chest, applying a light pressure that made his wounds sting, but not too bad. Two weeks ago, they had been unbearable-blood flowed constantly from the two incisions along his pectorals, and he hadn't been able to lift his arms without cringing. Now, though, the surgical cuts were beginning to heal, and soon, he wouldn't need to wrap them at all.

The price of manhood, Silas mused to himself, before shaking his head at his own dramatic thought. It wasn't anything to be a martyr about. It was simply what had to be done. Perhaps another time the process might have been easier.

As things stood now, Silas was pleased with how he looked. It had taken a long time for him to get there, to a place where he was comfortable and accepting of his appearance. There were still some things he didn't like-his facial hair, for one, just didn't seem to be growing in evenly no matter how costly he shaved it, and his short height had always been something of an annoyance. But he was alright.

He'd been in the process of kneeling to dig up the last bit of ginger, dirt already settling beneath itself, when the sky exploded. A deafening screech of metal on metal blasted through the trees, as well as a violent lurch that made Silas topple over with a startled yelp. his hands flew to cover his ears, eyes squeezing shut.

This is the way the world ends.

He'd always pictured the end as something more climactic and cathartic, like maybe the spirits of all those who had passed might return and walk with those who remained up into the sky, or further into the realm where spirits walked. But, as the Earth continued to shake and shudder, Silas was certain that such a calm passing probably wouldn't be the case. The spirits, if they were here, were furious.

After what seemed like forever, the shaking stopped. The only sound was that of his own breaths, shallow and shakes-all the noise of wildlife that usually populated the forest had died to silence. He counted to ten, then ten again before he found the courage to snap his eyes open.

....Nothing had changed. Bewildered, Silas sat up, a few leaves now clinging to his curly hair.

There was no scorching on the trees, no flames or crevice in the Earth waiting to swallow them all whole. In fact, he could see no visible difference at all. His knees shaking slightly, he seized his bag and hauled himself to his feet, making his way back in the direction of his clan in a frightened sprint.

Spirits or no spirits, something was very wrong about that sound and that shaking, and their Commander would need to know about it-if the others hadn't felt the occurrence already.

 

[Braddington]

Lucas Rivera

Idiots. There seemed to be a lot of them on the Ark. For such a technological marvel, it was always a wonder if these lot ever deserved it. Messing about in something with a belt? Probably not the best idea. At least it was fun to watch until the inevitable crash. Then it was just sad. They were about to get their freedom, and they blew it because it was fun to float. Ask everyone they’d lost if it was fun to “float” and they would have known better. Not that he was focused on them that much anymore. The air was simply too intoxicating. He hoped not literally. Then again, maybe he didn’t.

Even as they shoved him into this metal box and stabbed his arm with a fancy watch, he couldn’t help but smile. It was so exciting. Maybe that was a little bit of a sociopathic view point, this could have been any number of things and he was lucky to be alive. But what did he have to live for up there anyway? A long wait for the same inevitable thing? Well. Not that long. Tomorrow was his birthday. Perfect timing really. Everything was just...perfect. A new life, right out there, waiting for them all. A fresh start and all he had to do was undo his belt like he had done on so many fun nights before…

“If you open the door, we’ll all die! Don’t make the Chancellor upset!”

Came his sarcasm to the one opening the metal behemoth up to the world. Not in anyway being serious. Come what may, that door was being opened. It didn’t matter who opened it. What mattered was who the first out was. That was an opportunity he could not give up and he had to make his move quick. He undid the straps with a vigor, practically pulling them off as he waltzed over to the door. An almost drunken swagger to his step before giving out a cheer to the group. Some of them joining in the chorus as they stared out into the vast open forest. It was breathtaking, really, but the idea was so much more special.

He took a step closer to the exit, clasping to the sides as he took a peek out to see if his lungs still functioned and his eyes didn’t fall out. Luckily for everyone involved, they didn’t lose his handsome face that day. They would have to wait just a little longer.

Another step.

This one down to the metal ramp that seemed to guide his path. Each accompanying step was made with slight over-dramatization. Pretending to get gradually weaker the closer he got to the true ground. He was perfectly fine and was just savoring the moment. Then, not giving anyone else the time, he ran down the ramp and frantically jumped up and down on the dirt beneath his feet. Giving off a roar and shouting back to the ship.

“It’s fucking awesome guys! Come on, get out! Feel the taste of freedom in the air!”

With a rather obscene gesture to the sky and a laugh he screamed even louder than his words. He gave voice to something he had wanted to say for a long time.

“Fuck you! And fuck your precious Chancellor!”

His gesture moved down towards a figure in particular as his arm came to rest by his side. That Chancellors own blood. A smirk accompanied it.

Some cheers came from the more rebellious of the 88. He simply rolled his eyes at their groupie nature before beginning to run about, holding onto a tree and swirling around it, waiting for the group to make its way out.​

 

[Dazzle]

Ember Jackson

Ember wouldn't admit it, but she was scared. She barely knew life on the Ark let alone how she could live on the ground. Ember only had known stories about the ground, stories and tales that her brother had told her late at night when she was young. She would dream about touching the grass and getting to gallop along a beach on the back of a horse, dreams weren't the same though. This was real, this was unknown and exciting in a lot of ways.

But right now Ember was scared, she wanted her brother. She needed some sort of comfort within this giant metal box, even when she knew she wouldn't get it from those along side her. They only knew her as the girl who had lived under the floorboards, and as much as she wanted friendship, she didn't know how she was supposed to go about it.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped tightly to her seat belt. 'Just breathe Em. You're okay.. This is probably better than being floated.' Okay she wasn't to sure about that, but at least this would give her some sort of chance of life. She no longer had to live under the floorboards, or be stuck within a cell. She was going to be able to be so much more than she ever was on the Ark.

Ember watched as some dumbass kids float around the drop ship, some part of her wanted to experience it. Experience flying. But the fear kept her in her seat. Gripping the seat belt even tighter to her chest. She felt the ship start to drop faster, and she felt her stomach turning as it picked up speed. She felt the ship shake, hitting something on the way down. Ember squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip drawing blood.

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Ember wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the ship sat still and there was no longer the sound on an engine running. They made it. She heard everyone shuffling to the door, watching a dark haired boy open the door despite calls from others for him to stop. Ember met a few kids when taking classes to prepare them for the ground, but she had never actually talked to anyone. They only wanted to know how she had lived hidden from the council for so long. Ember didn't think they were worth remembering. But this guy, he was the first one to touch the soil of earth in almost 100 years. That was something to remember.

Interactions: Open Mentions: Braddington
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[FireMaiden]

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Location: Landing Site
Interaction: Open
Mentioned: Braddington (Lucas)
When the ship finally stopped moving, Nova was still clutching onto whoever it was sitting next to her, broken seat beal laying limp on her lap, vision blurred. But the pain, the rapid beating of her heart...she was alive. She was still alive, this wasn't some ploy to get them all killed or some sort of sick entertainment, no. For once Chancellor Owen wasn't lying. Or at least if he had been, his plan failed. It seemed like an odd, almost cruel twist of fate. She went from being locked in a box, to another box, now with a fancy bracelet they couldn't remove, they were all still prisoners. And they were all trapped in another box.

Nobody had moved just yet, the shock of the landing or just waiting for someone else to do it first, some eyes were glued to the bodies of the idiots who thought unbuckling was a good idea. Nova was one of those kids, the guy sitting next to her hadn't moved either. Her chest was rising and falling fast enough to be worried, a slight warm feeling at the back of her skull was what promoted her to finally let go of the kid sitting beside her. Slowly her fingers gently touched the back of her hear, coming back red. Nova must have hit her head during the landing or when her belt snapped and she was momentarily at the mercy of gravity. Nova was honestly surprised that she was conscious. Her mouth opened, turning to the boy next to her to ask him if he would look and see how bad it was when he suddenly sprang from his seat to join the ever-growing crowd at the door.

Some kid was going to open the door. An equally exciting and terrifying idea. The moment he opened the door they could all die, or...the sounds of birds could fill the ship. A slight smile spread across her face as she, and many of the others came to the realization that they didn't need to hold their breath. The girl pushed past a still frozen crowd, the third one out. That smile didn't leave as the sun burned her eyes, fresh air filled her lungs, the sounds of animals hidden in the trees around them met the excited sounds of teenagers ready to begin their new life. It felt almost alien to have her feet on the ground, to have actual trees surrounding them in every direction you looked, Nova's attention soon turned to the first boy out, a grin showing her excitement as he cursed the Ark. Cursed the Chancellor.

Whether this is what Owen wanted or not, this is what the Ark would be getting.

 

[Akeira]

noah anderson

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"to die would be an awfully big adventure"​

location: the drop ship
interaction: open
tags: Braddington [Lucas]

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To die would be an awfully big adventure.

Noah Anderson could recall reading the phrase in an antiquated children’s book. The novel told of young, parentless boys who lived on a mysterious island where time seemed to stand still. The name escaped Noah’s memory, but the mystic isle enchanted him nonetheless. It appeared in his dreams where he was a countless follower of the boys’ green leader. He spent days playing hide-and-seek, fighting seafarers, and occasionally soaring above what he imagined a bed of grass might look like. The island he believed could be on Earth called to him each time he looked out one of the numerous Ark windows into outer space. He dreamed of one day inhabiting that island and living out the adventures of his wildest imaginations.

As the drop ship plummeted toward Earth at a dangerous velocity, part of Noah yearned to retract his earlier thoughts about adventure. Losing his life mid-flight didn’t seem like the way he wanted to go. He had planned to argue his case in front of the Council and expose corruption among the Guards. He formulated aspirations to provide for his mother, after finishing his schooling on the Ark. He had planned to be more than a miserable person living on a spaceship above a radiation-soaked planet. It seemed unfair that life hit him so violently in the face, and he never stood a chance.
Somehow Noah survived the descent to Earth without so much as a scratch. The young man hardly knew if that made him resilient or simply too stubborn to die. Whichever it was, he hoped there would be more of it as soon as the delinquents were exposed to Earth’s toxic fumes. He preferred not to have an anticlimactic death by instantly dying after almost being fried alive from the heat of entering the Earth’s atmosphere.

"C’mon, we can’t stay in here all night, can we?” His voice echoed in the darkness.

Noah Anderson was beyond frightened, but he wore a brave face nonetheless. He hardly knew what time of day it was outside the metal box, but he’d never admit to not knowing. Noah paid mild attention to the Chancellor’s message as they descended, as he feared for his life and his mother’s wellbeing too much to absorb any information. The entire planet might be a toxic wasteland, yet he wondered if his mother knew what happened to him instead.

Noah shook his head to clear those thoughts, watching as one boy sauntered down the metal ramp into the unknown. His brow rose in anticipation, and his lips curled into a grin at the boy’s elation of surviving the first Earth-walk in 97 years.

”Shit, man, I can’t believe it.” He muttered with a mixture of astonishment and glee.

Noah whooped in celebration with some of the rambunctious 88, moving closer to the drop door ramp to experience some fresh air for himself. He wasted no time swaggering out into the sun, breathing in deeply and exhaling rather loudly in delight. Suddenly it seemed like all those plans he dreamt up might be possible with some modifications.

Perhaps everything hadn’t gone to shit after all.

”What’s a guy got to do around here to get a celebratory Hey, we didn’t all die drink? That sounds really good right about now.”

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[Dazzle]

Clayton Moore

So this was it... Clayton went from thinking his life was up 3 months early. He figured that he was going to be floated today, but now. He was given another chance. If the could survive, the ark would get another chance. Everyone that he was willing to float for would get a chance to live. And then his hope diminished just a bit, as he watched 12 kids float themselves around the drop ship for a bit of fun. And when they hit a bit of turbulence and entered earth's atmosphere.

He knew it was likely over for them, they didn't make a sound. It wasn't much longer until they were on the ground. Once he heard the hum of the engine stop he quickly unbuckled and checked the pulses of the 12. All gone. He sighed, dropping his head to his shoulders. They almost had it, but they went and lost it, lost their lives, on a little bit of fun.

Clayton pushed off of his knees, standing up following the rest of the crowd to the front. He watched one of the guys go right for the door. He heard a girls voice yell, something about the radiation and not knowing what was on the other side of that door. Clayton was trying hard to focus, his heartbeat was taking up all the space within his head. "She's not wrong." He yelled to the guy he recognized vaguely. Clayton didn't know many of the kids who had been in lock-up as he hadn't spent much time there himself.

But either way, they were going to die if there was radiation on the other side of that door. Whether they died from starvation on the drop ship, or quickly by the radiation soaked earth. "No we really can't" Clayton responded to the guy standing beside him. He watched as the door dropped in front of them, squinting as light flooded in. He walked forward, watching the few that had run out and onto the ground in front of him. "wow.." Was all he could say as he stared at the trees around him, looking up at the sun and the blue sky as he stood on the ramp of the drop ship.

He smirked as he listened to the guy yelling at the sky and cursing the chancellor. "I think I might like it down here." He jumped off the side of the ramp feeling the way the grass felt under his feet, the ground was so much softer than the hard metal of the Ark. He felt like he could breathe so much deeper and easier. "What did you bring something?" Clayton really felt like a drink would be the best way to handle everything that had happened today.

Interactions: Akeira Mentions: Braddington
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[High5ives]

The Wolf in the Woods

While Trikru patrols and watch-posts were all over the Trikru-Azgeda border, there was simply too much ground for men traveling on foot to cover. No matter how vigilant Trikru's warriors were, there were holes in their perimeter. It only took patience and a little bit of cunning to exploit them. Aktobehr was cunning, if nothing else. Two days had been spent just watching the patrols run up and down the perceived border from afar. Another day was spent planning, picking the right time, the right place, and of course the warriors that would accompany Aktobehr on what would likely turn into a suicide mission.

Including Aktobehr, there were ten warriors who would cross into Trikru's territory in the dead of night. Each picked by Aktobehr himself, chosen for their loyalty rather than just their skill. A man was useless if he ran at the sight of trouble.

The border crossing had been uneventful as planned. As soon as the last patrol had passed, Aktobehr and his band of raiders slipped into the woods. Like tundra wolves, they disappeared into the night. . If anyone had seen them, they hadn't dared to raise any alarm, probably rightfully so. Azgeda's conflict with Trikru had only been skirmishes so far, but they'd already proven to be bloody. Trikru warriors were skilled, honed by years spent hunting and fighting under the canopies of the forest. All that skill and speed was matched by Azgedan brutality though. The men and women of the Ice Tribe didn't fight fair. They weren't above attacking int the night, burning small villages to ash and killing anyone they caught. Terror tactics. The Azgedans put them to good use.

The initial clash had seen a dozen quick battles, but the conflict had slowed to a grinding stand still. Azgeda refused to launch a full assault without gathering its strength to the border, and Trikru seemed unwilling to abandon their defensive positions. Waiting had its drawbacks though. For every day Azgeda spent building its armies, Trikru had more time to dig in and prepare, sending envoys to the other clans for help and aid.

Aktobehr's primary objective was to disrupt all of that, ambush caravans, kill the messengers, burn down food supply and farms. Just your typical war crimes is all. No big deal. Aktobehr wasn't above it. His Queen told her dog 'Kill' and so the wolfpack ran...

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It had been just over a week now. Aktobehr and his men had killed handfuls of villagers foolish enough to wander out at night. Mostly, the village elders blamed it on wild animal attacks, and the few who blamed Azgedan raiding parties were quickly dismissed as being paranoid. After all, no Azgedan's would be this far from the border, right?

Wrong.

Aktobehr's scouts prowled the woods searching for targets and they were non-discriminatory when they did it. Nothing was off limits. It wasn't until They ad burned down a small shed full of grain that anyone had really began to seriously consider the idea that there were Azgedans in the woods. After that, their job got harder. Militias popped up. They weren't a serious threat. They only patrolled the woods during the day. As soon as the sun went down, the militias retreated to the safety of the villages where there was strength in their numbers. It did however force Aktobehr and his group to restrict their ambushes to the night. For obvious reasons, people stopped going out at night.

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While the rest of the Azgedan's were at the camp hidden deep in the woods, Aktobehr's form crept through the trees, careful to avoid making too much noise. Sure, it wasn't very smart to go out alone, but Aktobehr had spent the last two nights without any action whatsoever. He had gotten impatient. Hunting in the day ran the risk of running into one of the militias, but the Trikru rarely ventured out into the night now. The only opportunity to strike was during the daytime hours, and even then, Aktobehr was fairly certain he wouldn't find anything more than some gatherer or children running off to avoid their parent's scolds.

Regardless, it was something. From a tactical standpoint, killing a scavenger or a child didn't mean much. But killing them and sticking the corpse to a tree? Now that sent a message. Surely, that'd be enough to rile the village militias up into action. To coax them into the night where Aktobehr and his men would be waiting. A trap, and a bloody one at that. Half of war was just psychological when it came down to it.

Aktobehr froze.

In the distance he could hear something. A low rumble, like running horses or marching men. Real soft at first, but slowly getting louder. Aktobehr dropped to his stomach, assuming the most logical thing. The sound was just a band of warriors headed to the challenge Azgeda's might! That idea was quickly cast aside as the noise got louder until it was deafening. Like thunder, clashing swords, and the roar of a bear, all rolled into one. One horrendous sound echoing out through the woods, ringing out for miles. One last loud crash, louder than all the others, and then just silence.

No noise but the birds in the distance. Nothing.

Aktobehr rose to his feet slowly, eyes scanning the area in a vain effort to put a name to whatever had just happened. There was no explanation though. Not even the most violent storms sounded that. Besides, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Something was wrong though, Aktobehr could feel it in his gut.

He gripped his ax in one hand and his dagger in the other as he began to run through the trees in no direction in particular. If there was something wrong, he wasn't about to lead the threat back to his camp, but there was really no other place to go he was just running to run. Lest he be caught by whatever the hell had just happened.

It wasn't even thirty seconds before he saw the other figure running through the woods. Smaller than him, sprinting back in the direction of one of the villages. With no explanation to what had just happened, Aktobehr naturally blamed the stranger. What else could it be? This person had found some ancient technology and was using it against him. That had to be it.

Without any hesitation, Aktobehr gave chase. Knuckles white as he gripped his weapons, he intended to get answers. If the Trikru had some secret weapon or something, Aktobehr was going to find out one way or another.

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[Soap]

Wren

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location: Outside of the drop ship
Interactions: No one
Mentions: Braddington

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One minute Wren was in her cell, struggling against guards in an attempt somehow get away. It was a dumb idea thinking that they'd actually let her go, it wasn't even her 18th birthday after all, so where was she going? Soon enough her eyelids fluttered open and she was being escorted onto the ship. Curious eyes danced around and listening to the mutters of 'Where are we going?' As she flinched lightly at the pinch of the wristband being set onto her wrist. "What is this?" Wren looked up to the guard and was almost shocked at the sight of his familiar face.

Ethan used to babysit when she was younger. He was only a few years older than her, and it's clear he's new to the whole guard thing. Conflict showed in his eyes and it was clear he decided against it when he spoke. "Vitals." His answer made her give quite a curious look. A voice called out, "Let's go." Wren opened her mouth to contest to try and get more answers from Ethan, who gave her a nod and the way he looked at her, well, it seemed like he'd never see her again and that alone almost set Wren into a state of panic.

She averted her gaze from the screen once she'd seen her father's face, forcing herself to pay closer attention to the video with a breath. Once he continued it all made sense. They were being sent to find out if the Earth was survivable, she knew why. It wasn't hard to place the pieces together once she'd found the engineer report in her father's office that night she was snooping around for something to use in the rebellion. The rebellion that didn't work out very well. And Wren didn't get to disclose that exact information... she decided against it. Who exactly would listen to a 16 year old girl telling everyone that they'd be dead in two years time?

Exactly.

The drop ship took off roughly, and Wren didn't think they'd actually make it all the way down there. Closing her eyes tightly as the ship wracked and shook with force, tempting to put her hands to her ears to ignore the loud sound of rumbling. A final sound and a hard thud beneath them, and it was like as soon as it started, it ended. Whether or not it'd been longer than five minutes or longer. It felt like it happened in the matter of seconds. Her let out a sigh of relief and her eyes widened at the few kids that were already onto the floor bleeding. Her gaze traveled to their seats and noticed they unbuckled their belts in an attempt to spacewalk while they had the chance. Wren shook her head and didn't even make a move to get over there, those kids were already dead and there was nothing she could do.

She's just hoping she'll have more chances to actually do something about it instead of feeling helpless because of their stupidity. Wren made her way over to the door and her eyes widened as the boy held the gear to the door. "Hey! We don't know what's even out there, the radiation could kill us." A few mutters and a voice agreed with her, but it didn't matter anyway while he made a snarky comment which earned an eye roll from her, and she braced herself as he pulled onto the lever. Her eyes adjusted to the light, squinting slightly and a surprised breath escaped her.

Stepping off the drop-ship with awe. Barely even noticing the curses from the troubled one. Why pay attention to insults when she had a whole new world in front of her?

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[NickNacks]

As though the situation could not get any more nightmarish, the distinct sound of footsteps heavy in pursuit was soon obvious to Silas, even as his ears still rang with the echo of the screeching crash. Still keeping up at a run, his mind whirled. The Clan of Yujileda had managed to avoid any intense form of conflict, at least in the nineteen years Silas had been alive. He'd been present for spats with some of the other clans over tensions or borders or who knew what. He'd worked his hands raw with exertion when the fever epidemic had swept in, claiming the lives of several of his people despite his best efforts. But war-true, honest and bloody, with all the hacked off limbs and previous injuries. Silas hadn't experienced that, even if several of his mentors had, even if he'd been prepared for the worst.

By allying themselves with Trikru, the typically introverted Bayleaf people had sent a bolt and dangerous message to the other clans-a battle of Trikru's would involve them now, whether they wanted it or not. The two villages weren't far from each other, perhaps a few days trek and less if you went fast. But the Trikru had enemies that the Yujileda now shared, hatred that ran as deep and as festering as any infection Silas had treated.

The young healer swallowed and diverted his path, this time away from the borders of his village. If there was an ambush, better it simply claim one life than for him to lead his presser further into the village, where innocent people lived. Knowing he should conserve his energy for whatever potential conflict lay ahead, Silas only ran a short while longer before turning and unsheathing his sword, eyes blazing.

It was a mistake. His persuer was very large.

He stood at least a foot taller than Silas himself, so that he had to crane his neck in order to meet his eyes. Of course, size was no measure of skill, and Silas had learned to use his short stature to his advantage long ago. He had two things on his side-his speed, and his knowledge of the terrain.

What odds were against him? Well, only that the man was painted in the fashion of the ice people, and the fact that his still-healing incisions were beginning to hurt again from his short sprint.

Swallowing, Silas tried for peace.

"Did you see?" he asked, speaking in his native Trigidasleng. "Something fell down from the sky."

High5ives

 

[KingofAesir]

Vetera of Trikru

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The twine in between Vetera’s fingers rubbed in familiar way as she stepped quietly through the underbrush. She walked forward slowly in a toe heel rhythm as green eyes swept the land in front of her, searching for any hint of movement. There was nothing for a moment, it was completely and utterly still. The only sounds being Vetera’s soft breaths and birds chirping above her head. She stopped for a moment to peer up through the trees at the sky above. The sun still sat in a high position and she figured she had more than enough time before night befell her. She’d heard word of people disappearing off into the night as of late and she’d rather not tangle with whatever was taking them alone. The Heda had made it very clear to her that she was not to venture out hunting in the night. Vetera hadn’t been upset by this, while it was easier to kill sleeping prey that took away the fun of the chase. There was nothing Vetera enjoyed more than the feeling of the wind whipping past her ears and through her hair as she gave chase. But right now, everything seemed to be silent. Vetera’s ears were tuned into the noises of the forest and searching carefully for any sound that was off. The snap of a twig. The call of a deer. The scurry of a rabbit. Vetera stood still for a moment in order to hear better and it was the same for a few seconds until…


Vetera’s eyes snapped to her left and landed on a rather large buck making his way through the forest. Her fingers tightened on the twine string of her bow and her other hand reached back to loose an arrow from its quiver. With steady hands she drew the bow back and aimed slightly to the left of the place where the animal’s heart would be to account for the wind. Everything became achingly slow and her vision tunneled to the prey in front of her. This deer would feed many of them and perhaps his antlers would make good above her bed. Vetera’s breathing slowed until it was almost non-existent and she followed the buck carefully until he stopped to graze. Perfect. With a slow deep breath inward she prepared to loose her arrow when suddenly, the deer's head perked his ears twitched, and the birds cawed and took off into the sky in a frenzy. Then the loudest sound she’d quite possibly ever heard boomed out across the land. Her hands shot up to her ears, bow dropping to her feet. Her quarry jumped and ran off and she cursed at it back. Her eyes found the sky and fixed upon a large metallic object falling from it. When the thing finally crashed to the ground and the sound stopped, Vetera was quick to movement.


She swept up both bow and arrow and slung the bow across her back. Whatever that thing was she needed to find out, a vantage point might do well. Vetera clambered nimbly up a tree and peered out from behind it’s branches. The first thing she spotted was two men, one she recognized as an Azgedan and the other she was fairly sure he was Bayleaf. The Azgedan seemed angry and she figured the man would probably kill the Bayleaf if she did not help. She knew of Bayleaf’s alliance with Trikru and she figured it only right that she should. But all thought of that vanished when she glanced further forward and saw the sky object. It screeched as it opened and people trickled out of it one by one. First a boy, who shouted, and then another and another. Vetera’s eyes narrowed as she watched and flickered back and forth between the Azgedan and the Bayleaf and the people who’d come from the sky. Whatever was going on was not good. Not good at all. Vetera dropped from the tree and landed behind the Azgedan with bow in hand.

“You must have seen the sky object.” She spoke carefully to grab the Azgedan’s attention, “There are people inside it. Perhaps we should set aside our blood thirst,” She eyed him, “ for a moment. They could be a danger to us all.”

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[Elf_Ruler]

Mags had been in her cell for almost eight months and she never thought she'd be taken out until it was time for her to be floated. She had tried to break free from the guards as the grabbed her and dragged her to the line with the others, snapping a bracelet to her wrist. She kept her mouth shut and jerked her hand from the guard standing in line. Thoughts were running through her head as she thought that maybe the council had decided that they were no longer worth it and to just float them before they turned eighteen. She was about ready to accept her fate when she realized it was a drop-ship. Her eyes darted to everyone in the ship, and she sat down and was buckled in. It was in that moment that she realized whatever was happening she wasn't getting a chance to see her mother again. Closing her eyes she had let out a deep shaky breath and then waited. As the ship started to drop down she vaguely listened to the Chancellors words but they were sending teenagers to their deaths from the sound of it because they had made choices that made them unimportant in the eyes of the council. Bullshit. The only thought that crossed her mind. As the ship began to shake more Magnolia gripped tighter not letting out any sign of fear. She was scared though, scared that she would die when freedom could be a possibility for all of them. Suddenly the shaking stopped and her hands loosened their grip. It was then that she realized all the commotion happening. The commotion, directed towards a male with dark hair, and he was going to open the door. It was now or never. They would either live or die.

When the doors opened Mags stayed seated for a moment and then realized they weren't going to die. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she then decided to unbuckle herself and leave her seat. She didn't run in excitement like others and she didn't yell. She felt different emotions but none of them would come out. The smell of the air around them was fresh, it didn't have the stale feeling like the Ark and she wind blew through her hair. This was only the start of forever and that meant she might have another shot to see her mother. Now the real question at stake was how would they get to Mt. Weather? She knew she could be loud and commanding, but she didn't care to really help anyone here. She wasn't friends with them and she wasn't going to try and be. She was just stuck with them for the time being.

Mention: Braddington
Interaction: Open

 

[SomebodyElse]

Schuyler didn't mind the fact they had just been sentenced to certain death. There was more to this world than anything that could've been for her on the Ark.
At this point she felt like they needed to bring up supplies or a place to stay. They were told they needed to find the supplies the Ark had left for them
"Um guys? We should find wherever they put the supplies for us." "They should be at the site." She yelled at some of the other people. People seemed to be having an epiletic episode about the new sensations of the earth.

Schuyler didn't want to hear everyone celibrate their freedom or complain about their doom. They had better things to do. For all she cared they could either get things done or die.
People who were slow annoyed her. Yet this was different. She had never been to earth. It smelled weird. The colorfulness bothered her. She ignored it.
Perhaps she had simply gotten used to the mono colored cell she had been left in to rot away. She didn't want to rot away so she decided to exercise, with what little she could do in that god awful cell.
So Ark thought they could just leave them abandoned on earth to die? She wouldn't let that happen.

It was finding their supplies. Then exploring. They needed to map out the area, who knows what kind of dangers could be on earth. She needed to know everything. She just needed to find some people to join her.

"You two. Help me find some supplies." She said pointing to the closest people she could find.
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[SomebodyElse]

Oh boy. Seemed everyone was going to die. Valerie didn't really see Schuyler anywhere. Where could she be?
On one hand Valerie was too afraid to interact with people. On the other hand this could be seen as a chance to make some new friends.
So this was earth? It was...bright. It didn't seem so bad. But she still somehow preferred the Ark. As sad as that was.
Most of her life was quite boring though. Being mute had it's own set of difficulties. Being unable to communicate with people, she had to learn sign language. It was still difficult to make friends. She only ever made one. Schuyler Widow. Then she got caught and thrown into a cell.
So Valerie got caught too. Would her parents even remember her? Probably. However this whole thing seemed too harsh for a bunch of underage kids who did one bad thing.

Perhaps this was their way of thinning out the Ark's population. But why the young? The young in society were too valuable to get rid of. It would've been better to throw away the old or sickly. then again maybe they'd consider throwing away her in that case. Would they even consider a mute worth keeping?

So when they had landed on the planet Valerie was too afraid to do anything but sit down and cross her arms and keep her head in her lap.
It felt so pointless. She should've been searching for Schuyler. But she couldn't bring herself to get up. It was quite pathetic.
Other kids would be taking in the situation but her she was just trying to forget it all.


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[Soap]

Wren

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location: Forest
Interactions: Lewis TYPE
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Wren shook off the daze that was the incredible trees around her. Like, actual trees. Tons of them. Not just one that was in the middle of the common room and while the one at the Ark was beautiful, yes... this couldn't ever compete. Her gaze fell onto the boy who'd been asking anyone if they needed medical help and Wren felt guilty. Here she was marveling at the world while another tended to someone's wounds. It swiped the small hint of a smile off her face instantly and she took a breath before heading towards him. "I'll help with... the bodies." As much as she wishes she didn't have to say that...

They shouldn't of unbuckled their belts.

She glanced around looking for something to make a make-shift shovel out of, and the more she looked, the more things didn't seem as right. Where were the supplies they were supposed to have? The shelter? It wasn't here. And if that wasn't here... well, they weren't at Mount Weather. Shock was written on the brunette's face for a few mere moments before wiping it off completely, clearing her throat in the slightest. "Let's get started on digging." One problem at time. And right now they had to figure out where they were going to bury 12 bodies.

Grabbing a short metal hull that'd broke off the part of the ship due to the rough landing, it could work as a shovel for now, handing one over to the boy. "I think these would work fine." How were they supposed to get to Mount Weather? What about food? Water? Was the water contaminated? Many thoughts raced through her mind as she started to walk ahead to find a spot big enough, and far enough away to bury the kids who seemed younger than her.

Whoever wanted to follow them, they were welcome to help. But much like her, they might've been getting a little too lost in nature.

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[RainingDawn]

Aramintha of Azeda



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It was quiet in the surroundings of the ruins. Aramintha's eyes darted back and forth and kept her ears open. Who knows what they would do with her if anyone found her trespassing on Trikru territory. Although she had Fade with her to take credit for any noise that could happen here while they explored, it would never hurt to be on her toes. As she entered the ruins, the familiar stone pillars greeted her. Her hand ran across the stone, the wind rustling the leaves of the trees outside. Aramintha carefully placed her backpack upon the ground of the entrance. Further inside the ruins, it looked like a lofty entrance, accompanied by more pillars beside a set of stairs bringing them up only slightly; still only the first floor. To the right there was another doorway, and the left opened up to the outside. It was some sort of patio to view what once was a flower garden. From the images she found within the ruins, the garden went on and on for a while. Now all that's left there is grass, leaving a few lone flowers. Descendants of the one's who once lived to be viewed by any who came here.

Aramintha turned to the right, ducking below the weeding vines that hung atop the entryway. Inside the room was a study of some sort, dusty bookshelves against the wall and a broken down rotted desk now laying to the side as she moved it in an earlier trip here. None of the books made it, the words faded from years of weather and water making its way into the pages. There was something in the corner of the room that caught her eye. Making her way through the rubble, Aramintha noticed it was a hole in the wall. It wasn't a way outside though, it was another room within, which got her interested. She lowered her head to the ground, looking through the hole. The other room was lit only by the sunlight breaking through the open areas of the roof. It was hard to make out anything, other than an altar which had something on top of it. Aramintha looked behind her to find any signs of Fade, but he seemed to be looking through other places. Usually if he were close by she would tell him she found something. Shouting out to him was not what she would like to do since she is in Trikru territory. Back to the hole in the ground, it was big enough for her to crawl through. Fade would definitely not be able to fit.

With a deep breath, she crawled through the hole. The floor on the other side was dusted with rubble of the rocks that have fallen throughout the years. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed many pictures on the wall, chiseled in. Softly, she ran her hands over the walls. Some of the rock began to crumble on edges where the chiseled pictures end. She slightly jolted her hand away, not wanting to destroy the image. In the center, there was a sun. Many people were bowing towards this sun. As her eyes roamed left, there seemed to be villages alight. Flames spread across in the image with distorted screaming faces. To the right, there was rain falling upon the fire. Many of the people left alive were on their knees thanking whomever for saving them. Their heads look towards the sky and their arms are open. Aramintha wasn't exactly sure what this meant, she hoped to find another entrance to this place for Fade to come see. But all entrances seemed to be sealed off intentionally.

The box upon the altar caught her eye again, the sun shining directly on it. She began to walk towards it when the sun began to slowly disappear. Aramintha's eyes widened and she snapped her head up, looking towards the hole in the ceiling. A rumbling noise was starting to emerge. The further the sun faded into the ruins, the louder that rumbling got. The louder the rumbling got, the ground started to shake a bit. In a panic, Aramintha sprinted to the hole in the wall and crawled through it back into the study. "Fade?" She called out to her friend. He seemed to already made it back from where he was. The two ran outside to witness the monstrosity that was falling from the sky. It was landing somewhere over in the plains of Trikru. Her stomach dropped at the sight. Her heart was beating hard, watching as it crashed farther in the distance. When she looked over to Fade, he seemed to share the same shock as she had. "What the hell?" She whispered in disbelief.

Mentions: Fade
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[jones573]

Adelaide stayed in her seat longer than most.

Partially because she felt like she might vomit if she stood too quickly after that turbulence, and she had a reputation to maintain.

Her ears were ringing still, and it was difficult to follow the conversation of the other- Someone was going to open the doors? What kind of damn-fool-idiot-

Addie breathed in instinctively, a large, final gulp of recycled air. Like that would do her any good if Earth had no breathable oxygen. She let it out slowly as the others continued their clamoring, and her eyes fluttered closed in relief. They weren’t going to suffocate, at least.

Or die any other sudden, unpleasant way, it seemed. No one was falling to the ground, their skin boiling off their bones. Whatever fate that idiot had condemned them to by opening the blast doors so carelessly wouldn’t be immediate, so Addie supposed she had other, more urgent concerns.



She unbuckled herself and stood slowly- Her body hurt everywhere, but none of it seemed urgent. She lifted her hand to her cheek and it came away bloody- The loose seat belt of the fool next to her had nicked her good. Of more concern was her hand itself. The smallest fingers of her right hand were bent oddly, and she couldn’t imagine how it had happened. It hurt a bit, but in a distant way that meant it wouldn’t really bother her until later, once the adrenaline wore off. Her ankle hurt too, but not so much that she was deterred from standing.

Like Clayton and Lewis, Addie knelt beside the bodies on the floor and checked them over. “I don’t think there’s much use in that,” she told Lewis flatly as he tried compressions. She’d held her metal bracelet at the lips and nostrils of the girl nearest her, and its shiny surface hadn’t fogged with even a hint of breath.

Unlike Lewis, Addie had no issue with going through their pockets. She didn’t even bother disguising what she was doing, though she gave up after three. Empty. They were prisoners, of course. No one in the drop ship had anything but the clothes on their backs.

(Not true, technically. Addie had something in one of her pockets- A small metal compact she’d filched from a utility cart on her way from her isolation cell to the dropship. She’d been hoping it might contain tools, when she’d still been hoping to wreak a bit of havoc on the Ark. Now she was hoping it might be medicine. Or a very, very small gun. With her luck, it was probably pictures of the repairman’s kid.)



“No point in that yet,” she told Lewis and Wren dismissively, when she heard them talk of digging graves. “Can’t make anything permanent, until we know where we’re getting water from,” she reasoned. It’d be a pain and a half to bury the bodies and then have to dig them back up again because they needed a water ditch in that space. “Besides,” she added with a shrug, though she didn’t expand on the thought any further.

Besides- They might still be useful. Addie was tactless, sure, but not so cruel as to vocalize that they ought to count the corpses among their resources, quite so soon after the kids had died.

“Medical emergencies, though,” she said slowly, her eyes narrowing as she saw Lucas and others enjoying their newfound freedom. She could help Lewis find some medical emergencies, no problem. “Broken bones, coming up,” she told him, stalking off towards the celebratory crowd.



“Hey, Dumb Luck-ass,” she shouted at Lucas as she neared him. “You the one who opened those doors? Cuz if you got a death wish,” Addie snarled angrily, her left fist tight like she might start swinging once she got close enough, “You and me can take care of that right now! No need to put the rest of us at risk,” she spat.


Mentions/Interactions: Clayton Dazzle , Lewis TYPE , Wren Soap , Lucas Braddington

 

[LittleWolfie]

Mae Whitlaw


Mae was in shock. She didn't think she'd ever see anyone other than the guards again or anywhere other than her cell in the Skybox until her floating. Now though? Now she was on a drop ship full of other 'delinquents' headed for Earth. Earth! As in actual ground beneath her feet Earth. The place she'd watched outside her window for years Earth. The teen didn't know why it was happening but for her it was amazing. 10 years in solitary and now she had a chance to live? Safe to say she was excited and hey, even if Earth wasn't survivable at least she'd get to say she'd been and she could see something amazing before she died. That had to be better than spending a few more months in a steel box waiting to be floated out to space in her eyes.

Being sat in a back corner of the drop ship gave her a somewhat obscured view of exactly what went down after the video but it didn't look like the smartest idea. Even she wasn't stupid enough to float around out of her seat, no matter how fun it looked. And then it all went to hell as they crashed and everything became chaos for a moment in time before it all just stopped dead. Unfortunately, by the looks of things, dead might just be literal for the spacewalkers. Feeling a little out of it momentarily, Mae extracted herself from her seat and noticed a jagged cut on her right upper arm. Well hells, that was inconvenient. Eh, it wasn't bleeding too badly really so she decided to leave it, although she took off her jacket since it was now torn leaving her in just her tank top.

Even from the back of the ship she felt it when the door opened, the rush of fresh air. Mae immediately took a deep breath in, sweet sweet freedom. That was it, she wanted out of this tin can and she wanted out now. Using her relative shortness to her advantage, she began making her way through the crowd to the door. Around her murmurs were rippling through the other kids, whispers of 'little lost princess' and hushed conversations as people began to realise the rumours were true, Cassie did have a twin. Of course, Mae was completely oblivious. She had no idea what a myth she'd turned into on the Ark, but then solitary would do that.

As she got to the door she could hear some of the boys talking outside. "Please says there's something to drink that's fun," Mae called out to them as she made her way down the ramp and onto the ground. Real ground, solid ground. Heck this felt good. "I am in dire need of some celebration and fun right now."

Interactions: Akeira Dazzle​

 

[FireMaiden]

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Location: Ruins - Triku Territory
Interaction: RainingDawn
Mentioned: N/A
There was something freeing about exploring ruins. More freeing than his lifestyle normally felt and depending on what you run into, a little more dangerous. But you always found something new, something you didn't know before. A hidden room, an old drawing, a piece of technology that has long since been operational. Hints of how old humans use to live before. Fade snuck away early that morning to meet his friend Aramintha near the border, deciding they would try and find somewhere new. Hours of walking through their normal paths, avoiding others from his tribe of hers, they found someplace eventually. A large tree had overtaken it, the walls were covered in soft pillowy moss. He had to wonder who built this, why, how? The two split up at some point, as they normally did, Fade wandering off into the unknown darkness opposite of Aramintha.

The morning was quiet, nothing more than a few small animals he managed to get with his bow, their uncleaned bodies tied to his belt. A rabbit and two fat squirrels, he and Aramintha would be having a good lunch once they found each other again. Fade had just entered a small side room, filled with old tables and chairs, blankets scattered on the floor. He hummed quietly as he moved through the dust and cobwebs, having to duck his head in a few places thanks to a broken beam and a caved-in ceiling, he paused as his eyes fell upon the blackened skeletons of three people. Huddled together, the two bigger ones trying to shield the much much smaller one, Fade sighed. A family's last attempt to save their child's life. "Yu gonplei stepson."

The rumbling drew him out of thought, head snapping in the direction of the door. He expected it to stop, but it only grew louder. He barged through the room, rushing down the small hall and back to the main room just as Aramintha called his name. He simply nodded towards the door. The two of them ran out, just in time to catch what looked like a ball of fire crashing into the forest, Fade's attention glued to the spot where it seemed to have crashed. "I don't know," He replied, deep voice rumbling in his throat. Fade was shocked, stunned, what could that have been? A giant rock, a star?" We need to tell our leaders," He said, looking to Aramintha, "Whatever it is could be dangerous."

 

[RainingDawn]

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"Could be?" She chuckled and patted Fade behind his shoulder. "I wouldn't be able to make it to my leader for weeks, I already know there's other Azedians here in Trikru." Her face went sour after her comment. "They will have a way to let our leader know." Aramintha was quiet for a while. The espionage's were no secret from her. Since she has had time to cross the border often, she has noticed others as well. The rumors of people going missing... she has no doubt that it is correlated to the other Azedians crossing into the border. It sickened her how they were killing innocents. It was nothing she could stop though, she was already dancing on a dangerous path just being friends with Fade and having them cross the borders frequently.

"This may not be the brightest idea," she spoke softly, watching Fade intently, "But I'm going to see what that was. It could be dangerous. What could it be?" She wondered aloud. Aramintha picked up her backpack and gave Faded a shrug. Her legs carried her forward, following the smoke in the sky. Fade would follow, she knows it. He was as interested as her. The pit of her stomach was still dropped, and her heart slowly began to calm down. Dancing into danger once again, will she ever learn? But she was already there, she might as well go see what it was. The wood further down were unfamiliar to her. So keeping an eye and ear out for others who could be possibly around was in her high priority. It was a hard task, since her mind was racing. That massive... thing. It was so terrifying. But maybe if they got closer, saw what was really happening... it wouldn't be so scary.

"Is it possible that it might be another race or something? Coming here?" Aramintha knew she sounded a little crazy thinking about it, but she trusted Fade enough to speak her mind.

Interactions: Fade FireMaiden

 

[High5ives]

The world around Aktobehr passed by in a blur as he ran down the smaller man. He couldn't help think how much easier this would be if he had a horse and a lance. Hell, a bow would really change things up. It hard to run when you've got an arrow sticking out the side of your leg. Wishful thinking wasn't helpful now though. Despite being close to a foot smaller than Aktobehr, the man was fairly quick. Aktobehr gained on him, but only slightly. He hadn't come close enough to accurately throw his dagger, not while running anyways.

So, like a wolf chasing a hare, the two sped through the forest dodging branches and logs. Aktobehr stumbled here and there, unaccustomed to the terrain, but in the end the little man gave up. Surprisingly, he stopped, drawing his sword and turning to look the Azgedan up and down. The boy's eyes had been fierce when he had at first, but Aktobehr practically watched the confidence fade away. In a fight, Aktobehr would almost certainly win, and the stranger knew it too. When he immediately tried to talk his way out of a fight a slow laugh rumbled up from Aktobehr's chest. He wasn't interested in excuses. Aktobehr had already decided that whatever the noise was must've been some sort of gun, like the ones the Mountain Men used, only much larger. That was the only logical explanation anyways. Things falling from the sky was insane.

"I don't want to hear your stories." Aktobehr snarled. The Azgedan accent ravaged the Trigidasleng tongue, turning the words harsh and rugged, stripping them of any melody or tune. "Trikru found a weapon, you will tell me what it is."

Marking the end of the conversation, Aktobehr spun his dagger, holding it by the blade and pulling his arm back to throw it. He didn't want the the little man to try running again. A dagger in his side was bound to keep him in one place.

Someone dropped behind him, and Aktobehr whirled to face the second voice. Without even taking the time to consider the words or really even look at the person, Aktobehr's arm swung like a catapult.

Thunk

The sharpened blade buried itself in a tree next to the woman. Cold eyes glanced at the bow quickly before darting back to her face. "People from the sky?" He spat in the dirt and kicked dead leaves over it in a lazy motion. "Even if you aren't lying. How is this Azgeda's concern? Sky People in Trikru's forest, is Trikru's concern." Aktobehr's free reached for the second ax on his belt raising it so both axes were ready.

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[elytra]

Ester Amir​

Location: Dropship
Interacting With: Lewis Bell ( TYPE ), Wren ( Soap );OPEN
Mentions: Everyone in Sky Crew

What would you do if you were placed on a drop ship and sent hurtling down to Earth, a place you never imagined to see and that was probably teeming with radiation?

It was the sort of question that was asked at parties. Maybe some would answer that they'd live, that they knew how to 'get past' the radiation, something stupid like that. Maybe they would say something logical, like they'd be scared. If Ester was asked, though, her solid answer would be that she had no idea what she would feel, because she didn't know what to expect. How could she know, without being in the situation herself? There were a million things that could go wrong, and a million things that could go right. Maybe they'd land and find the radiation gone. Maybe they'd hit the ground and the impact would snap her bones like a cheap mechanical pencil. It was tough to say. Plus, no one really knew how she would react, least of all her.

Until now, of course, seeing as she was in a drop ship hurtling down to Earth, which was supposedly still teeming with radiation.

On one hand, it had more of a possibility of her living than her turning 18 and getting floated. On the other hand, radiation would be a bitch. Floating, at least, was simple. It'd hurt at first, but it wouldn't take all that long to kill you, between the suffocation and the temperature of space. It was more of a snap, then done sort of deal. Radiation...well, she'd never experience it, of course- same with suffocation and horribly low temperatures -but she assumed that the process, which was more drawn out, would be more painful.

She panicked, a little. To say she didn't ignore the rest of the delinquents in the ship to practice breathing exercises to herself would be a lie. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. The trip was the worst of it, thank god. People unbuckled, and she didn't need to do the math in her head to figure out how that'd end. The seats and lack of movement absorbed the energy that'd be created from the inevitable crash landing. A miracle could happen, but that'd just result in bones being shattered at the best.

She was almost grateful when they dropped, lifeless. At least it was quick. Should she have said something? Was there anything that would've convinced them to sit? Probably not. As she let the people file out into the world- the radiated world, she reminded herself -she did a small sign of the cross for those who'd not made it. She wasn't religious, but maybe some of them were.

Then, she headed outside.

It was beautiful. She'd seen pictures, of course, but pictures didn't do it justice. Feeling things, breathing the air, it was different. She walked out onto the grass, taking a look around, listening into various conversation. In-fighting, lack of supplies....already off to a bad start. Some people were already attempting to party. She couldn't say she was surprised. They were kids, still. What were they supposed to do? Fall right into a functioning group? She fidgeted with her bracelet, frowning.

This wasn't going to work, but some were already trying to logic it out. She wouldn't butt in with that; there was enough going on. Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair. Time to get to business. Maybe there was some hope. Redirect the energy, redirect the passion, work something out. Keep working something out. That's all she could do. She heard one boy announce medical help and body burial; there was something she could do.

"I can help with medical as well. Burials, too, if you don't have enough people." She said, speaking so that she could be heard by the boy as well as those nearby could hear; there was another girl there, too, taking parts of the ship for a shovel. "But I suggest, and I hope this isn't too cold of me-" She felt guilty just saying it, but she powered on "-That we strip the bodies. Clothing fabric for makeshift slings could be useful, as well as patching up clothing. We don't know what we might need, considering...well...." She let 'the lack of supplies' go unsaid, seeing as she thought it was obvious. She flashed an apologetic smile. "I don't know what we're going to be dealing with here. Better safe than sorry, if you get what I'm saying."

 

[Dazzle]

Ember Jackson

Ember was in awe of her surroundings, she hadn't ever seen such luscious green before. She had the urge to climb a tree and scream at the top of her lunges.Ember bounced on the balls of her feet in anticipation. For so long she had only been able to speak just above a whisper, and now. Now she had the whole world in front of her. A small smirk crossed her face biting her bottom lip ever so slightly.

Ember had been so drawn into her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that someone approached her. She smiled at her friend, well as close as she had to a friend. They didn't really know each other, but he had been the first person she ever talked to on the Ark other than her family. "Damon?!" She hadn't expected to see anyone she knew, how many people were on that drop ship? "I didn't know they put you on the drop-ship."

"I can't even believe I'm here." Her voice was light and airy, her smile growing, she wanted to feel the grass and touch the trees. She wondered if she could find a lake or something to swim in. Not that she knew how to swim, but she saw older videos from before and she had dreamed about it since. "Our lives were just expendable to them, but.. I think we got the better end of the deal." She winked halfheartedly.

"Wanna go climb a tree?" She raised her eyebrows, she had been eying the trees since she set foot on the ground.

JustJazzy
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[NickNacks]

He could keep running if he had to.

Silas forced himself to breathe deeply, ignoring the stabbing pains in his chest, his adrenaline slowly amping up as he prepared himself for a fight. Peace was a no-go, apparently. Still, it was a quiet air of frustration that appeared in his face, rather than fear. Weapon? What weapon, and furthermore, what would he know about it? They had an alliance with the clan, not a marriage. "If it was a weapon," Silas replied, "You'd be dead by now, wouldn't you?"

Big talk for someone staring down a six foot talk Azgedan wielding two axes and a throwing dagger. His legs tensed at the sight of it.

A flash of memory, and his late mentor's voice spoke in his ear. Watch his eyes. They'll tell you where to go.

And indeed, Silas jumped backward to escape the weapon, though it didn't seem to come-instead, the man swung around, targeting a woman Silas did not recognize. His eyes narrowed. A mess of yellow hair, shaded eyes, and...The sigils. Trikru. Luck, for once, was on his side.

Her words, however, were concerning, and bewilderment crossed Silas's face-he'd never been very adept at concealing his emotions, even for a Grounder. "People? If they're from the sky, how do you know they're people?" He reasoned, his gaze flickering between the two older grounders. People from the sky? It was ridiculous, like something from a folktale-but what had been the crashing sound, the rumbling earth beneath his feet? Was if even possible? He'd heard tell of ancient technologies, but had heard of nothing like this.

At least he had someone with him in case the man tried anything else. Which, Silas reasoned, he very well could.

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[FireMaiden]

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Location: Landing Site
Interaction: TYPE (Lewis)
Mentioned: Kinda sorta everyone, Soap (Wren) elytra (Ester) jones573 (Addie)
Nova was lost. She didn't know what to do first, run around like an idiot or try to be helpful. She was still smiling, surrounded by an unbelievable sight of nature. It was nothing like the plants they grew on the Ark, books and drawings couldn't capture the grandeur, Nova stretched her arms up, fingers spreading out for a few seconds before her arms dropped and her hands landed on her head. Slowly, she pulled her fingers through her hair, stopping halfway through as she reached the blood matted hair. That's right, she had hit her head. Nova was a little surprised she had forgotten, but honestly, who wouldn't be paying attention to the trees.

It was at a very convenient time that a boy called out for any injured person to go see him. Her eyes drifted to her hand, fingertips covered in blood before Nova looked back up. She could just stay quiet, it was nothing serious, it didn't even hurt that bad. But infection was something she couldn't risk, Nova still didn't move. A few other girls approached him, started talking, Niva didn't really hear what about. Regardless, she needed to have someone look at her head. Slowly, the girl moved from her spot, almost dragging her feet along because she didn't want to give up the magnificent fantasy she was living in, I mean, just a little while ago she was stuck in a metal box. And now she was doing something nobody had done in almost 100 years.

Approaching the small group, she most likely went unnoticed at first, standing there for a moment, before making an attempt to get the boy's attention with a simple wave. Once she was sure she had, she raised the hand with blood on it to show him, before silently pointing to the back of her head. No words passed her lips, Nova didn't know these people, why would she speak? One hand flattened out while the other balled into a fist, her hands collided. She was telling him she had hit her head, and hopefully, he got the message.