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MagicPocket
EMT Extraordinaire
It didn't take any kind of special rocket science training to know there was something wrong. And something had certainly gone horribly wrong. Cameron squeezed his eyes shut, it was also a way to not think about the blood spattered on face and hands--something, it seemed, everyone had been hit with. His breath sawing in and out as the intense vibrations of the ship rattled through his body. It was too late, he was strapped in with the force of their assigned course pressing him into his seat. So even if he could he wouldn't be able to get to the control panel in the cockpit at the top of the shuttle. There was nothing they could do except cross their fingers and hope for the best.
"Feels like our velocity is out of control!" He shouted towards Drew in a futile attempt to be heard over the roaring. He tried raising his voice for everyone else around them, "Landing's going to be rough! Hang on!"
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Slowly J.R.'s eyelids flitted open. The first thing he noticed was the startling absence of sound. There were hisses from machinery, and pops of cooling metal as it warped back to shape. He was aware of every sensation coming back to him as his heart thudded heavily against his ribs.
He was alive.
"...Fuck"
So they had survived the landing. Judging by the groans an miscellaneous voices and sounds of people coming too and clicking out of their harness', so had everyone else...just about.
His cool blue eyes settled on the two masses of bodies spread on the floor before him and handful of the 100 seated on the lower tier of the shuttle. Blood pooled on the floor, spreading, it touched the sole of his boot and continued to crawl outward as the bodies cooled. J.R. clicked out of the harness and stood, taking a step closer.
"Severe blunt force trauma." Said a boy with cropped black hair. His tone was about as dead as the crumpled remains, his face flat and unreadable. A girl with tears welling her eyes and a hand cupped firmly against her mouth staggered forward. Her face was turning pink as she tried to hold back anguish. "Don't bother." The boy told her curtly, he couldn't have been older than 16. "See the fluid draining from the nose, also in the ears?" A translucent fluid intermingled with a darker thicker substance. "That would be cerebrospinal fluid and what looks like grey matter, though I can only make an educated guess since I haven't the pleasure of seeing it in person. Dead on impact. And if they aren't dead yet they will be record time." J.R.'s face twisted sourly though it wasn't because of the doctor's son's cold demure.
"What the hell happened?" Cried someone anxiously.
J.R. wiped his jaw with the back of his sleeve, it didn't do much for the spray of blood on his face. He was seated on the lower deck of the shuttle when the computer that regulated anti-gravity started automatically as it was programmed to do so when they reached Earth's inner orbit.
J.R. looked over his shoulder and nodded with a grimace. "Those two knocked out the one of the backup computers--"
Cameron's voice cut in from above. "--In their infinitesimal wisdom thought they'd joyride our brief stint of antigravity. Not only did they knock out the back up their impact shattered the program that was intended to regulate our descent."
The doctor's son rolled his eyes.
"So what do we do now?" Asked one girl, nervously tucking a lock of her unfathomably long brown hair behind an ear.
Through the grate-like floor overhead J.R. saw Cameron look at two girls he was seated close to. But the other girl's question brought a more pressing one to the forefront of J.R.'s mind and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Where's Everett?" He blurted loudly over the din of voices, coming out more as a demand than a question. Before anything else he had to find her. That was the most pressing matter to attend to. He grabbed the rungs of the ladder the went through the center of the shuttle and climbed up, skipping every other one in his haste. Striding up to Cameron and the few with him. "You." He went straight to Drew, his face twisting into a grimace, and closed the distance until he was in her personal space. "Know-It-All. I know you know where she is."
"Feels like our velocity is out of control!" He shouted towards Drew in a futile attempt to be heard over the roaring. He tried raising his voice for everyone else around them, "Landing's going to be rough! Hang on!"
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Slowly J.R.'s eyelids flitted open. The first thing he noticed was the startling absence of sound. There were hisses from machinery, and pops of cooling metal as it warped back to shape. He was aware of every sensation coming back to him as his heart thudded heavily against his ribs.
He was alive.
"...Fuck"
So they had survived the landing. Judging by the groans an miscellaneous voices and sounds of people coming too and clicking out of their harness', so had everyone else...just about.
His cool blue eyes settled on the two masses of bodies spread on the floor before him and handful of the 100 seated on the lower tier of the shuttle. Blood pooled on the floor, spreading, it touched the sole of his boot and continued to crawl outward as the bodies cooled. J.R. clicked out of the harness and stood, taking a step closer.
"Severe blunt force trauma." Said a boy with cropped black hair. His tone was about as dead as the crumpled remains, his face flat and unreadable. A girl with tears welling her eyes and a hand cupped firmly against her mouth staggered forward. Her face was turning pink as she tried to hold back anguish. "Don't bother." The boy told her curtly, he couldn't have been older than 16. "See the fluid draining from the nose, also in the ears?" A translucent fluid intermingled with a darker thicker substance. "That would be cerebrospinal fluid and what looks like grey matter, though I can only make an educated guess since I haven't the pleasure of seeing it in person. Dead on impact. And if they aren't dead yet they will be record time." J.R.'s face twisted sourly though it wasn't because of the doctor's son's cold demure.
"What the hell happened?" Cried someone anxiously.
J.R. wiped his jaw with the back of his sleeve, it didn't do much for the spray of blood on his face. He was seated on the lower deck of the shuttle when the computer that regulated anti-gravity started automatically as it was programmed to do so when they reached Earth's inner orbit.
J.R. looked over his shoulder and nodded with a grimace. "Those two knocked out the one of the backup computers--"
Cameron's voice cut in from above. "--In their infinitesimal wisdom thought they'd joyride our brief stint of antigravity. Not only did they knock out the back up their impact shattered the program that was intended to regulate our descent."
The doctor's son rolled his eyes.
"So what do we do now?" Asked one girl, nervously tucking a lock of her unfathomably long brown hair behind an ear.
Through the grate-like floor overhead J.R. saw Cameron look at two girls he was seated close to. But the other girl's question brought a more pressing one to the forefront of J.R.'s mind and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Where's Everett?" He blurted loudly over the din of voices, coming out more as a demand than a question. Before anything else he had to find her. That was the most pressing matter to attend to. He grabbed the rungs of the ladder the went through the center of the shuttle and climbed up, skipping every other one in his haste. Striding up to Cameron and the few with him. "You." He went straight to Drew, his face twisting into a grimace, and closed the distance until he was in her personal space. "Know-It-All. I know you know where she is."
Hoax
Out of Practice
They were going to explode. They were going to die a fiery and/or irradiated death once they hit the ground, fucking every chance of living to a reasonable age. Or getting to see like, real dirt or something. Did the earth even have dirt anymore?
It was all Everett could think about during the drop; Specific worst-case scenarios interspersed with hopeful bitterness over the possibilities of earth. Not really one of her most positive bazillion hours, and even she had to admit she was… Well, scared. An unusual feeling, considering there honestly wasn't much on the Ark to be scared of anymore. The threat of being floated maybe? Not even just for her, but for her brother too.
Oh god, her brother. The sudden thought that she might never see him again sent a wave of determination -or possibly stubbornness- through the redhead, making her fingers clench around the seat traps. By every God or Goddess she'd ever read about, Everett wasn't dying now. Not yet.
And she didn't.
The impact was very rough, however. Rougher than she'd imagined, though it seemed fitting considering Eve and the others were the "expendables". Committed a crime, enough to get 'em all locked away in the sky-box. Honestly, you'd think the adults would have figured out that not every single crime is punishable by imprisonment or… Or death.
Or being shot off into space. Which sucked, in case you were wondering. Like a lot. Not as much as her gardening attempts however, which were quite literally a degree of hell for everyone involved, but still pretty un-fun. Was un-fun even a word...?
Everett's stream of consciousness was soon interrupted as people started to yell, unbuckling themselves and stumbling around each other. A familiar voice surfaced over the teenaged din for a moment, but she couldn't quite make it out. A friend maybe? It wasn't like there were many people she didn't know on the Ark.
Sighing, the redhead clicked her seat-belts open, hauled herself up and started to wade through the sea of people. Since the drop ship hadn't exploded, she was so gonna be one of the first to see the outside, whether that meant death or not.
It was all Everett could think about during the drop; Specific worst-case scenarios interspersed with hopeful bitterness over the possibilities of earth. Not really one of her most positive bazillion hours, and even she had to admit she was… Well, scared. An unusual feeling, considering there honestly wasn't much on the Ark to be scared of anymore. The threat of being floated maybe? Not even just for her, but for her brother too.
Oh god, her brother. The sudden thought that she might never see him again sent a wave of determination -or possibly stubbornness- through the redhead, making her fingers clench around the seat traps. By every God or Goddess she'd ever read about, Everett wasn't dying now. Not yet.
And she didn't.
The impact was very rough, however. Rougher than she'd imagined, though it seemed fitting considering Eve and the others were the "expendables". Committed a crime, enough to get 'em all locked away in the sky-box. Honestly, you'd think the adults would have figured out that not every single crime is punishable by imprisonment or… Or death.
Or being shot off into space. Which sucked, in case you were wondering. Like a lot. Not as much as her gardening attempts however, which were quite literally a degree of hell for everyone involved, but still pretty un-fun. Was un-fun even a word...?
Everett's stream of consciousness was soon interrupted as people started to yell, unbuckling themselves and stumbling around each other. A familiar voice surfaced over the teenaged din for a moment, but she couldn't quite make it out. A friend maybe? It wasn't like there were many people she didn't know on the Ark.
Sighing, the redhead clicked her seat-belts open, hauled herself up and started to wade through the sea of people. Since the drop ship hadn't exploded, she was so gonna be one of the first to see the outside, whether that meant death or not.
Echoes
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A crash landing. That was a great start.
As if coming to earth wasn't already scary for some people, something had gone wrong. Drew had closed her eyes tightly as soon as Cameron had spoken to her. She was surprised when they'd hit ground that they weren't all dead. After a long sigh of relief and quickly regaining herself, she unbuckled herself.
She turned her attention briefly to the conversation about what had happened. People messing around had caused the crash. How incredibly reckless but what had the people on the ark expected from a bunch of delinquents? It was pretty much a recipe from disaster the moment they decided this is what they'd do with the criminals. Drew was about to say something to Cameron when she was approached. Well, more like verbally attacked. Know it all? She scoffed and put her hands out to put a bit of space between them.
"What the hell is your problem? Why don't you use your eyes and look for her and get the hell out of my face!"She shouted.
Starting an argument and they'd not even been on earth for five minutes, nice.
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Marcella watched a few of the people freaking out. She didn't really understand what everyone was panicking over. Sure, some people had died on impact but it was their own faults for getting out of their seats. Maybe that was her way of coping with it anyway.
She unbuckled her belt and stretched her limbs out slightly before glancing around once more. If they were on earth, why weren't they going to investigate already? Sitting around in the drop ship felt a little... pointless. They'd come down to see if earth was habitable right?
Debating it in her head for a moment, she began to slowly fight through people. Of course, she wasn't going to be the one to open the doors. She didn't want to be the person to kill of the hundred if there was radiation or whatever but she was going to be one of the first.
Maybe she should of been a little concerned about being on land but she'd heard stories of the way earth used to be. The beauty it once held and she'd created a sort of mental image in her head. One that she had almost fell in love with. She wasn't thinking about how disappointed she'd be if earth didn't live up to her expectations. It would just be nice to feel 'a breeze'.
She got to the front by the door and stayed back a little bit as she watched the other girl go to the door. She couldn't stop herself from smiling a little. Someone else had the same idea. Thank god for that.
As if coming to earth wasn't already scary for some people, something had gone wrong. Drew had closed her eyes tightly as soon as Cameron had spoken to her. She was surprised when they'd hit ground that they weren't all dead. After a long sigh of relief and quickly regaining herself, she unbuckled herself.
She turned her attention briefly to the conversation about what had happened. People messing around had caused the crash. How incredibly reckless but what had the people on the ark expected from a bunch of delinquents? It was pretty much a recipe from disaster the moment they decided this is what they'd do with the criminals. Drew was about to say something to Cameron when she was approached. Well, more like verbally attacked. Know it all? She scoffed and put her hands out to put a bit of space between them.
"What the hell is your problem? Why don't you use your eyes and look for her and get the hell out of my face!"She shouted.
Starting an argument and they'd not even been on earth for five minutes, nice.
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Marcella watched a few of the people freaking out. She didn't really understand what everyone was panicking over. Sure, some people had died on impact but it was their own faults for getting out of their seats. Maybe that was her way of coping with it anyway.
She unbuckled her belt and stretched her limbs out slightly before glancing around once more. If they were on earth, why weren't they going to investigate already? Sitting around in the drop ship felt a little... pointless. They'd come down to see if earth was habitable right?
Debating it in her head for a moment, she began to slowly fight through people. Of course, she wasn't going to be the one to open the doors. She didn't want to be the person to kill of the hundred if there was radiation or whatever but she was going to be one of the first.
Maybe she should of been a little concerned about being on land but she'd heard stories of the way earth used to be. The beauty it once held and she'd created a sort of mental image in her head. One that she had almost fell in love with. She wasn't thinking about how disappointed she'd be if earth didn't live up to her expectations. It would just be nice to feel 'a breeze'.
She got to the front by the door and stayed back a little bit as she watched the other girl go to the door. She couldn't stop herself from smiling a little. Someone else had the same idea. Thank god for that.
MagicPocket
EMT Extraordinaire
Cameron stood defensively at Drew's side. He wasn't sure what this guy's problem was and he really didn't care. Spewing nonsense and whatnot about a sibling, a word that was rarely used in modern context and one the citizens on the Ark should be none to familiar with since it was strictly forbade and like most other crime, punishable by immediate death to the guilty parties. This guy, how old was he anyway? He looked like he could pass for several years older.
Before J.R. could reply Cameron stepped between them. "We have more pressing matters right now," he said to Drew. Cameron avoided eye contact with her but flicked his eyes up to the emergency air lock above them. They weren't about to open the bay doors just yet. If the Earth really was irradiated, Cameron would give The 100 a chance at living a bit longer at least.
A crowd was starting to pool around them, growing quiet. This was the moment of truth and the end result would go one of two ways, both equally terrifying in their own way.
"I'll, uh, go..." Cameron said then cleared his throat and announced a bit louder with his eyes fixed on the door, "I'll go first...Someone has to."
He walked forward and stepped in the airlock, glancing over his shoulder at those if any would go with him in the phone booth sized lock that would lead to the outside world. They shut the door behind them and pushed open the hatch.
Cameron's immediate reaction was panic. The hatch swung open out of his grip and the next thing he knew he was blind and it felt like his eyeballs were going to melt out of his head. He threw an arm over his face and blinked rapidly. But he wasn't dead yet. It took a while but his eyes finally acclimated and he was able to crack one open. All of his five senses tingled with the new and foreign stimuli. The smell, taste, feel of the breeze that bathed them. The warmth and moisture. It felt quiet and noisy at the same time. He was free from the constant hum of climate control systems and electricity and metal.
"I didn't know this much green existed..." Cameron stepped through the hatch in wonder and amazement. His skin wasn't growing hives or melting, they must be safe. Earth was survivable so far... He was at the top of the shuttle and he cautiously began to cross the hull. There was a break in the impossibly tall trees. As he stepped it came into view. The sky above them was the clearest blue, there were thicker, darker clouds on the horizon hanging over a lake in the distance nestled between a range of mountains. Including one very prominent mountain in particular. That had to be Mount Weather. They hadn't quite landed on their mark, in fact they were many kilometers from it. "Damn, looks like we have our work cut out for us."
Before J.R. could reply Cameron stepped between them. "We have more pressing matters right now," he said to Drew. Cameron avoided eye contact with her but flicked his eyes up to the emergency air lock above them. They weren't about to open the bay doors just yet. If the Earth really was irradiated, Cameron would give The 100 a chance at living a bit longer at least.
A crowd was starting to pool around them, growing quiet. This was the moment of truth and the end result would go one of two ways, both equally terrifying in their own way.
"I'll, uh, go..." Cameron said then cleared his throat and announced a bit louder with his eyes fixed on the door, "I'll go first...Someone has to."
He walked forward and stepped in the airlock, glancing over his shoulder at those if any would go with him in the phone booth sized lock that would lead to the outside world. They shut the door behind them and pushed open the hatch.
Cameron's immediate reaction was panic. The hatch swung open out of his grip and the next thing he knew he was blind and it felt like his eyeballs were going to melt out of his head. He threw an arm over his face and blinked rapidly. But he wasn't dead yet. It took a while but his eyes finally acclimated and he was able to crack one open. All of his five senses tingled with the new and foreign stimuli. The smell, taste, feel of the breeze that bathed them. The warmth and moisture. It felt quiet and noisy at the same time. He was free from the constant hum of climate control systems and electricity and metal.
"I didn't know this much green existed..." Cameron stepped through the hatch in wonder and amazement. His skin wasn't growing hives or melting, they must be safe. Earth was survivable so far... He was at the top of the shuttle and he cautiously began to cross the hull. There was a break in the impossibly tall trees. As he stepped it came into view. The sky above them was the clearest blue, there were thicker, darker clouds on the horizon hanging over a lake in the distance nestled between a range of mountains. Including one very prominent mountain in particular. That had to be Mount Weather. They hadn't quite landed on their mark, in fact they were many kilometers from it. "Damn, looks like we have our work cut out for us."
Hoax
Out of Practice
Everett finally got to a spot where she could see what was going on, locking her eyes onto the boy going into the airlock. Her hands clenched and un-clenched at the thought of going outside, but as he opened the door the redhead gritted her teeth and walked forwards.
"Hold up, I'll go too. No reason to die alone, right? If it comes to that, I mean." She managed a grin, stepping into the airlock with him. "I'm sure we'll be fine!"
Despite her outward confidence, as soon as the door closed Eve's heart started pounding. And we're not talking a little adrenaline, she was convinced it was trying to beat itself straight out of her chest. Honestly she didn't blame it at this point, but Everett refused to be scared. Both for herself, and for the others.
Well, at least that's how she forced herself not to shriek as the hatch swung open.
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Not far from the drop ship, a pair of sharp eyes watched the emerging kids cautiously. They blinked, flicked across the burned remains of the forest surrounding it, then up the foreign mass in silent scrutiny. Whatever it was, it certainly didn't like the look of things.
"... The commander must hear of this."
"Hold up, I'll go too. No reason to die alone, right? If it comes to that, I mean." She managed a grin, stepping into the airlock with him. "I'm sure we'll be fine!"
Despite her outward confidence, as soon as the door closed Eve's heart started pounding. And we're not talking a little adrenaline, she was convinced it was trying to beat itself straight out of her chest. Honestly she didn't blame it at this point, but Everett refused to be scared. Both for herself, and for the others.
Well, at least that's how she forced herself not to shriek as the hatch swung open.
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Not far from the drop ship, a pair of sharp eyes watched the emerging kids cautiously. They blinked, flicked across the burned remains of the forest surrounding it, then up the foreign mass in silent scrutiny. Whatever it was, it certainly didn't like the look of things.
"... The commander must hear of this."
MagicPocket
EMT Extraordinaire
Cameron looked out in amazement over the landscape with a hand covering his eyes as they adjusted. A landscape he only knew vaguely from dusty textbooks and dusty storytales passed down to him from his grandparents and the other elders and very first Ark citizens. Cam's grandmother was a child refugee from a territory in North America that was once Canada. She was orphaned during the many natural disasters that were a result of mass nuclear warfare and global warming. Many people fled north at that time, inland and away from the equator where nations were ravaged by earthquakes and floods. His grandmother passed away when Cameron was nine but had told him foggy stories about what it was like to look up and to see the sky and bristles of the tall pine trees.
He let his glaze trail over their surroundings and then to the sky. It was bright with overcast clouds and stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a sudden sense of vastness that was in stark contrast to the closeness Ark citizens were born and surrounded with on a daily basis until it was the new normal. For Ark citizens there wasn't such a thing so much of invading someone's personal space or boundaries. So as he and Everett stretched themselves out of the hatch neither could really say they were bothered by proximity.
Cameron glanced at Everett then carefully began to climb out of the hatch and slid down the hull a short distance til his boots met ground. Ground! Actual ground! Dirt even! Real dirt! Not the artificially engineered turf used in the common area gardens or the farms. Cam sunk to one knee and ran a hand over the moss. At ground level now he gazed out into the woods beyond what was gently smoldering away from the heat of the drop ship's descent. The canopy of leaves above them lit with bright green. Cameron stood and took a couple of steps. Real gravity, real atmosphere, fresh air with real humidity. They would experience seasons here.
"I am the first Ark citizen to walk on Earth in over one hundred years." Cameron said in awe.
Inside the drop ship the rest of the Hundred were getting ancy in anticipation.
He let his glaze trail over their surroundings and then to the sky. It was bright with overcast clouds and stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a sudden sense of vastness that was in stark contrast to the closeness Ark citizens were born and surrounded with on a daily basis until it was the new normal. For Ark citizens there wasn't such a thing so much of invading someone's personal space or boundaries. So as he and Everett stretched themselves out of the hatch neither could really say they were bothered by proximity.
Cameron glanced at Everett then carefully began to climb out of the hatch and slid down the hull a short distance til his boots met ground. Ground! Actual ground! Dirt even! Real dirt! Not the artificially engineered turf used in the common area gardens or the farms. Cam sunk to one knee and ran a hand over the moss. At ground level now he gazed out into the woods beyond what was gently smoldering away from the heat of the drop ship's descent. The canopy of leaves above them lit with bright green. Cameron stood and took a couple of steps. Real gravity, real atmosphere, fresh air with real humidity. They would experience seasons here.
"I am the first Ark citizen to walk on Earth in over one hundred years." Cameron said in awe.
Inside the drop ship the rest of the Hundred were getting ancy in anticipation.
Hoax
Out of Practice
Everett was actually speechless. Not a single word could form on her tongue, no curses or exclamations slipping past her lips and into the outside world. The outside world. Earth.
'Wow' didn't even come close to describing it.
Sure she'd heard stories and whatever the degraded Ark records had to offer, but none of it could have prepared any of the 100 for the real thing. It was beautiful, albeit a little painful once she climbed fully outside, making her blink a few times as her eyes adjusted. And the air- Oh god the air, it was a magical thing. Cool and warm and fresh all at the same time. Great stuff, Ev could see herself getting used to it.
Finally breaking from her own little world she also noticed that everything was on fire. Well not everything, but there was a rather large, charred ring of destruction around the drop ship. Broken and smoking trees, disturbed earth, tame little flames snaking up the edges of the ship. But hey, crispy foliage was better than crispy teenagers right?
Permanent grin now plastered to her face, Everett slid back down into the ship and banged the inside door open, excitedly quelling the rest of the 100's wonderings. Quickly climbing back up and out of the hatch, the redhead slid down to meet Cameron on the ground with an energetic whoop.
"Does your heart feel like it's about to explode too, or is that just me?"
'Wow' didn't even come close to describing it.
Sure she'd heard stories and whatever the degraded Ark records had to offer, but none of it could have prepared any of the 100 for the real thing. It was beautiful, albeit a little painful once she climbed fully outside, making her blink a few times as her eyes adjusted. And the air- Oh god the air, it was a magical thing. Cool and warm and fresh all at the same time. Great stuff, Ev could see herself getting used to it.
Finally breaking from her own little world she also noticed that everything was on fire. Well not everything, but there was a rather large, charred ring of destruction around the drop ship. Broken and smoking trees, disturbed earth, tame little flames snaking up the edges of the ship. But hey, crispy foliage was better than crispy teenagers right?
Permanent grin now plastered to her face, Everett slid back down into the ship and banged the inside door open, excitedly quelling the rest of the 100's wonderings. Quickly climbing back up and out of the hatch, the redhead slid down to meet Cameron on the ground with an energetic whoop.
"Does your heart feel like it's about to explode too, or is that just me?"
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MagicPocket
EMT Extraordinaire
He heard the muted footsteps approaching. Cameron turned to face Everett. He rubbed the back of his neck.
"There's a lot of exploding going on right now for sure." He breathed. Cameron held out his arms gesturing to the green and laughed. A laugh that echoed through the trees. "Can you believe this? It's better than all of the stories. We might actually have a chance here." He felt like falling back, laying in the grass and watching the leaves on the trees rustle, and also like taking off, running through the open space as fast as he could.
Behind the the hanger door groaned and opened outward. The rest of the 100 stood there shell-shocked.
He heard the muted footsteps approaching. Cameron turned to face Everett. He rubbed the back of his neck.
"There's a lot of exploding going on right now for sure." He breathed. Cameron held out his arms gesturing to the green and laughed. A laugh that echoed through the trees. "Can you believe this? It's better than all of the stories. We might actually have a chance here." He felt like falling back, laying in the grass and watching the leaves on the trees rustle, and also like taking off, running through the open space as fast as he could.
Behind them the hanger door groaned and opened outward. The rest of the 100 stood there shell-shocked. Hesitantly a few of them started into the grass. Among them was a boy, he stood tall with brown hair and pale blue searching eyes. There was a cacophony of cheers and shouts and all at once everyone was rushing out of the hangar.
Cameron's arm brushed against his side and he was reminded of the bracelets that the 100 had been given. He was reminded of his father, of the reason he was sent here, and their actual mission. "I have to go check on something." Cameron said, his tone becoming serious, and headed back to the drop ship.
He circled the ship. Noting where flames were licking at shrubs and stomping them out or kicking dirt on them. He noted damage to the ship as well. Something had happened during descent and he was worried about the state of their electronics systems.
"There's a lot of exploding going on right now for sure." He breathed. Cameron held out his arms gesturing to the green and laughed. A laugh that echoed through the trees. "Can you believe this? It's better than all of the stories. We might actually have a chance here." He felt like falling back, laying in the grass and watching the leaves on the trees rustle, and also like taking off, running through the open space as fast as he could.
Behind the the hanger door groaned and opened outward. The rest of the 100 stood there shell-shocked.
He heard the muted footsteps approaching. Cameron turned to face Everett. He rubbed the back of his neck.
"There's a lot of exploding going on right now for sure." He breathed. Cameron held out his arms gesturing to the green and laughed. A laugh that echoed through the trees. "Can you believe this? It's better than all of the stories. We might actually have a chance here." He felt like falling back, laying in the grass and watching the leaves on the trees rustle, and also like taking off, running through the open space as fast as he could.
Behind them the hanger door groaned and opened outward. The rest of the 100 stood there shell-shocked. Hesitantly a few of them started into the grass. Among them was a boy, he stood tall with brown hair and pale blue searching eyes. There was a cacophony of cheers and shouts and all at once everyone was rushing out of the hangar.
Cameron's arm brushed against his side and he was reminded of the bracelets that the 100 had been given. He was reminded of his father, of the reason he was sent here, and their actual mission. "I have to go check on something." Cameron said, his tone becoming serious, and headed back to the drop ship.
He circled the ship. Noting where flames were licking at shrubs and stomping them out or kicking dirt on them. He noted damage to the ship as well. Something had happened during descent and he was worried about the state of their electronics systems.
Hoax
Out of Practice
Unable to stop smiling, Everett nodded to Cameron and left him to whatever he went to do. He sounded pretty involved and she didn't particularly feel like getting in the way of that. Besides, she was suddenly made aware of the sheer number of living creatures in and around the woods, and that was something she could get behind.
Walking a little ways to the side, Ev looked around in fascination as little swarms of bugs flew about. Tiny ones, big ones, a few that looked similar enough to dragonflies that she figured it was a mutated descendant. One even landed on her nose, prompting a quiet gasp from the redhead.
"Oh my god it's alive." She whispered, eyes crossing in an attempt to look at it's shiny red body. "Oh my god. Look at it's little- OW!"
The bug's near-invisible mouth spikes -the only term she could think of- sunk into her skin, effectively cutting Everett off. It then walked up the bridge of her nose, bit her again while she was surprised, and then flew off like nothing had happened. What an ass.
"Ow..." She grumbled, rubbing the bites soothingly. "Tch, how unfair would it be if I died from a damn bug after all this..."
Walking a little ways to the side, Ev looked around in fascination as little swarms of bugs flew about. Tiny ones, big ones, a few that looked similar enough to dragonflies that she figured it was a mutated descendant. One even landed on her nose, prompting a quiet gasp from the redhead.
"Oh my god it's alive." She whispered, eyes crossing in an attempt to look at it's shiny red body. "Oh my god. Look at it's little- OW!"
The bug's near-invisible mouth spikes -the only term she could think of- sunk into her skin, effectively cutting Everett off. It then walked up the bridge of her nose, bit her again while she was surprised, and then flew off like nothing had happened. What an ass.
"Ow..." She grumbled, rubbing the bites soothingly. "Tch, how unfair would it be if I died from a damn bug after all this..."
MagicPocket
EMT Extraordinaire
Cameron continued his assessment and he wasn't liking what he was seeing. If those two boys weren't already dead from the impact of their fatal idiocrity he would have gladly contributed to their demise right about now. He was angry and upset and.....Cameron was scared. The comms panel was missing and what was exposed because of it was fried.
His eyebrows drew and his mouth tightened into a line. Cameron looked up and stared at the sky. They were on their own for now. Their best bet was to hope that Mount Weather had the kind of antennae they needed to make contact. The shuttle wasn't in great shape but the telemetry had pulled through enough that they had landed upright. However, like the comms systems, the computers where lifeless with a generator damaged and in the shape it was. There were so many unknowns here, it was frustrating. A bit of a briefing other than a short video message from their "great" leader, Chancellor Drake. Right now Cameron needed to find Drew and they needed to get to navigating so they could get to Mount Weather before dark.
His eyebrows drew and his mouth tightened into a line. Cameron looked up and stared at the sky. They were on their own for now. Their best bet was to hope that Mount Weather had the kind of antennae they needed to make contact. The shuttle wasn't in great shape but the telemetry had pulled through enough that they had landed upright. However, like the comms systems, the computers where lifeless with a generator damaged and in the shape it was. There were so many unknowns here, it was frustrating. A bit of a briefing other than a short video message from their "great" leader, Chancellor Drake. Right now Cameron needed to find Drew and they needed to get to navigating so they could get to Mount Weather before dark.
Hoax
Out of Practice
Still rubbing her nose, Everett walked back towards the ship and Cameron. As the initial excitement of being on Earth settled down she had realized that A: She was getting hungry, and B: It was probably a good idea to prepare for whatever might be out there. Bugs likely weren't the only fauna that survived, so something pointy couldn't hurt.
Well, couldn't hurt her anyways.
Rummaging around in the wreckage produced a painfully sharp strip of metal, ripped off one of the outer panels during impact. It was a little oddly shaped and wickedly sharp, but maybe if she could make a fabric-y grip of some kind...
Three cuts and a ripped shirt-sleeve later and Everett had what could loosely be called a knife. It looked a little more... Brutal, than she would have liked. But it wasn't like she was gonna stab anybody, and sharp things were useful for ripping up fabric or cords or pretty much anything. Plus again, if anything with bigger teeth than a bug tried to nom on her, she was well prepared now.
Well, couldn't hurt her anyways.
Rummaging around in the wreckage produced a painfully sharp strip of metal, ripped off one of the outer panels during impact. It was a little oddly shaped and wickedly sharp, but maybe if she could make a fabric-y grip of some kind...
Three cuts and a ripped shirt-sleeve later and Everett had what could loosely be called a knife. It looked a little more... Brutal, than she would have liked. But it wasn't like she was gonna stab anybody, and sharp things were useful for ripping up fabric or cords or pretty much anything. Plus again, if anything with bigger teeth than a bug tried to nom on her, she was well prepared now.
MagicPocket
EMT Extraordinaire
Four parachutes were executed to slow their descent to Earth. Those same parachutes, colorless gray material, now strangled the trees above. Still in good shape and mostly untouched by the various smoldering they did show potential for repurposing. Cameron trying to take everything in. Analyze. Process. Formulate plan of action. But it was difficult to keep his focus at the task at hand and not on the situation in general. Hearing the whooping and hollering of the rest of the One Hundred as they explored their new environment and took in the alien sights. He could only let out a sigh. Priorities, however, is what separated a handful of them from the rest. In class they never really had much opportunity to see "natural selection" and "survival of the fittest" in action on the Ark. But as Cameron learned, "fit" didn't really describe physical ability. Survival usually belonged to the creatures that were able to adapt to their environment long enough to get "comfortable". Thinking about that last part made him make a face. On the other hand, he liked to think he would get the "adapting" part down. And right now surviving until their next meal was pretty damn important.
He turned at the sound of approach and saw Everett rubbing her reddening nose. "What happened? Are you okay?" Cameron asked alarmed. "Were you bitten by...." With hesitation he added, "an insect...?" His expression was between concern, surprise, and horror. That was certainly something that had not crossed his mind. There were other factors that would be fighting for their own dinner. Cameron forced away a shiver and tried to change the subject. "Uh...that's, uh, a really good idea. Do me a favor and don't let anyone see that though. Not that I don't trust the Hundred, but...I don't. I'll need to make myself my own. We don't need a bunch of cons arming themselves." He paused, his gaze had drifted but shifted back to Everett feeling guilty. "Uh--not that all of them are dangerous cons, I mean..." He let out a deep breath.
"I thought they were suppose to drop us close a mountain fortress? Have you seen anything? Maybe we have a map inside."
He turned at the sound of approach and saw Everett rubbing her reddening nose. "What happened? Are you okay?" Cameron asked alarmed. "Were you bitten by...." With hesitation he added, "an insect...?" His expression was between concern, surprise, and horror. That was certainly something that had not crossed his mind. There were other factors that would be fighting for their own dinner. Cameron forced away a shiver and tried to change the subject. "Uh...that's, uh, a really good idea. Do me a favor and don't let anyone see that though. Not that I don't trust the Hundred, but...I don't. I'll need to make myself my own. We don't need a bunch of cons arming themselves." He paused, his gaze had drifted but shifted back to Everett feeling guilty. "Uh--not that all of them are dangerous cons, I mean..." He let out a deep breath.
"I thought they were suppose to drop us close a mountain fortress? Have you seen anything? Maybe we have a map inside."
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