Hey there people! I recently got caught up on The 100 thanks to a combination of Netflix, Amazon Instant video and the CW site. Freaking love it so far. And being a guy who's written a fair amount of fan fiction material (though mostly Young Justice related) I had an idea, something I had to put to paper (or word processor, at least). To be honest, I think it's a cool idea, but I would like to get some feedback on the whole thing, so feel free to drop a review and let me know what you think!

Outpost Alpha
2149

If there was one thing you could count on at the Outpost, it was at least a chance to sleep in peace. 97 years and some odd months after humanity was nearly destroyed at least people still appreciated a sound 8 hours, something Jarin Taylor was deeply grateful for. But tonight wasn't one of those nights. Tonight, the loudspeakers would sound the news that would change the future for his entire people.

"The stations are on the ground. Repeat the stations are on the ground." Commander Williams voice boomed through the underground city's static-y speaker system, rousing Jarin from his slumber. Sliding his 5'11" frame off the lightly padded slab he called a bed he walked over to his closet, grabbing his gray fatigues before making his way toward the exit. He sat down just inside the threshold opposite the full length mirror and saw the rather severe bedhead he had woken up with. He quickly tried matting down his shaggy brown hair, hoping it looked at least moderately presentable as the voice came back over the speakers after the brief delay. "All Senate members please report to the command center immediately for an emergency session." Jarin groaned as he bent down to tie his boots. He stood up once that was done and buttoned his fatigues as the commander continued. "Repeat all Senate members to the command center. All surface recon teams report to your designated areas."

Jarin wiped the last remnant of sleep from his mind, pulled open the heavy steel door and stepped out in the hallway. Walking outside his room, he felt the buzz of surprise and the excitement of the residents in his wing. No one living in the base had ever heard from any of the stations, unless you counted periodic night time sightings with their high powered telescope. Even their ancestors only ever had brief contact with the private research station that exploded just a few months after the bombs ravaged the planet. And now the other 12 were here; on the ground, just like them, not even two months after their first dropship arrived on the ground. Needless to say, many shocked whispers were flying in the dead of night, bouncing around the underground concrete tunnels his people called home, and they didn't start to dim until he reached the supply depot where he was greeted by the sight of the rest of his squad, all huddled around one of the Humvees, each asking the same question: What are we going to do now?

Jarin smirked and shook his head when his team didn't notice his arrival. He couldn't fault them given the monumental news that was just announced. But he figured giving them something to do would be better than having them sit around chatting like a bunch of old women after church. "Squad, fall in!"

The younger privates immediately snapped to, breaking away from the group huddle. The longer serving members, having known Jarin for years, in some cases since birth, were a touch slower in following suit. As the men and women under his command fell into line he gave them the once over. Thankfully, most of them had been awake enough to hear the commander's order. Much like he assumed he himself looked, the rest of his squad all seemed to have just rolled out of bed.

He tilted his head to stare at an undone button on Trent Jackson's uniform. "Miss something there, corporal?"

Trent looked down, confused, and then he saw what Jarin was referring to. "Oh, right. Sorry about that sir."

While Trent re-buttoned his uniform Lieutenant Taylor looked over the rest, finding some similarly minute problems, but given the suddenness of the news, Jarin didn't fault any of them. Still, he couldn't resist messing with Trent in front of the squad, after all, he still owed him for that little poker stunt the week before. Taylor looked up and down the line of 11 soldiers finally coming to a stop on Specialist Jennifer Blake who was still trying to adjust her blonde hair in the ponytail she had hastily worked it into.

The specialist caught him staring, her hands still behind her head. "What?"

Taylor tilted his head, giving her a mock glare. "Where the hell is Simmons?"

Blake looked down the row, counting up, realizing that they were in fact missing a member of their squad. She stepped back into line before answering. "Probably taking a shower, lieutenant."

"Yeah, gotta at least look clean when the ladies from the stations see his ugly mug." Cracked Lopez, the hulking mechanic, from the other end of the row.

David Grissom, the team's sniper, chimed in next. "He'll need all the help he can get, that's for sure!"

"Very funny guys. Ha ha." Private Simmons deadpanned reply drew the team's attention as he filed in next to Blake.

Jarin noticed the wet mess of black hair on Simmons head. "Funny, and also correct."

"Sorry I'm late sir. With the news and all I thought I ought to come ready to go."

"Don't worry, I don't think we'll be heading off, especially not without a plan or even a general direction. I mean, I'm good, but I'm not 'magically know where a freakin' space station will land after a century in orbit' good." The team shared a light laugh at the LT's rebuke of Simmons before Taylor address the whole team. "But the news is why we're hear. Like the rest of you, I plan on having our squad be the lead team that goes out to wherever the hell the stations landed. We have the best trackers," he nodded to Grissom and Jackson to his left. "a kick-ass engineer in one Jenn Blake who could, and has, turned a damn toaster into a deadly explosive, and the best shooting record in the whole division. There is no way in hell I'm letting this team get left behind. Now I want full inventory on all our expedition supplies, including ammunition, and a maintenance check on the two Humvees. Lopez, I'll leave that last part to you. Simmons, you're going over medical with Jenkins. Carver, you take Williams to cover weapon checks. Ramirez and Mason are on food and basic supplies. Blake and Private Smith will handle the radio and other tech we might have to bring along. Grissom, Davidson, and Jackson, break out the maps and plan a route north past Sumter. Jackson, you'll need to run up to records and grab my dad's map."

"The one from you dad's scout to DC?"

"Yep."

"Any particular reason you think we'd be heading that way, sir?"

"Because, and keep in mind I'm not exactly supposed to know this, that's where those pods they sent down a few weeks ago landed. If I were them, I'd want to land as close to my people as possible. Dropping a space through the atmosphere probably wouldn't be that simple, but it's a safe bet that is their goal. Any other questions?" With the silence as an answer he gave his last command. "Then you know your jobs. I want a green light from this squad by the time I get back from command. Get to work people."

The squad saluted, and Jarin returned it, before breaking out into their assigned tasks, moving efficiently to fulfill their CO's orders. Jarin quickly turned and headed out of the room, making a beeline for the elevator up to the command center where he was sure the Senate was completely up in arms about the news. They never did like change, and they were about to get a lot of it dumped on them all at once.

Commander Williams was having a hard time corralling the riled up Senate. He felt out of place in his fatigues in a chamber full of civilians, not to mentioning being the only person in the room who had actually served in the military. At 6'5" and built like a tank he definitely looked the part, too bad the Senate didn't pay his usually commanding presence much mind. Williams very much disliked that nearly Senate meetings he had to speak with a tone similar to that of new recruits. Pushing that aside he stepped up to the center podium to step in now before they devolved further into chaos.

"People, please! Take your seats." He paused for a moment as the senators stopped clamoring and found their chairs. "I know that the news is rather sudden, but we knew this day was coming. We have a lot to discuss and we need to make some big decisions today. Now that we have a sense of order I'm turning the session over to Dr. Sara Anderson for the briefing. Doctor, if you wouldn't mind telling us what's going on out there."

Dr. Anderson stepped up to the center podium, having to lower the mic quite a few inches to accommodate her much smaller frame. Straightening her glasses, she addressed the Senate. "Thank you, Commander." She pressed a switch on the podium, causing the lights around the room to dim as the projector illuminated the screen above and behind her. "As you were briefed several weeks ago, a drop ship came down from the stations and landed near the ruins of Washington D.C, followed shortly by what the radar in Outpost Bravo tracked as a one-man drop pod. Three weeks after that, a second ship also came down in the same vicinity. We don't know if there were any survivors from any of these ships, but there is enough to suggest that at least a few people made it safely to the ground."

Commander Williams saw an arm shoot up. He put a hand on Doctor Anderson's shoulder to pause her presentation, directing her attention to the similarly bespectacled man in the back.

"How do you know that doctor?"

"Because as of 3:15 a.m. this morning," She flipped the image on the projector to that of the radar readout from Outpost Bravo. "the station megastructure itself made entry into the atmosphere before breaking apart above D.C. It was on a controlled path, with thrusters controlling re-entry. That means it was a planned re-entry, and the only plausible explanation for them to risk coming back down is that either that their people survived or the satellite structure was no longer sustainable or maybe some combination of two. While their descent was clearly a planned one, as you should all know, we haven't been able to contact any of the stations since the bombs fell 97 years ago thanks to our communication facility being destroyed in the bombardment, nor have we received any data from the stations since the Polaris station was destroyed several weeks after that. So we do not know the full situation regarding their sudden reappearance on Earth. After all, the NASA records show the stations were meant to be orbiting Earth for at least another few decades. But very little goes according to plan when something as colossal as a space station is concerned. Whatever the cause, we have reason to believe that there are survivors from the stations descent through the atmosphere, and the science team and I are asking the Senate to allow Commander Williams to send scouts to find the crash site, assist any survivors and send any data on their situation back to us."

"And exactly how many soldiers would be a part of this mission?" The room quieted at the question as the Senate president made her way from the back of the room.

Now it was the commander's turn to take the podium. "Our current plan is to send three squads north to DC after a supply stop over at Fort Sumter. Based on-"

"Three squads, commander?" The president's tone made her stance quite clear. "Seems a massive waste to send those soldiers, and those resources, in the wrong direction when you know our enemy is to the west."

Several senators murmured in agreement. Hoping to quell the schism before it could begin, the commander offered a compromise. "Then perhaps three squads are too many. But given that our city's entire reason for existing is to help those stations when they made it back to the ground, it is our duty to find out what happened and how we can help, no matter the threat we face in the west." He saw a number of approving nods in the audience. "While I wouldn't classify this as a 'major' military action needing Senate approval, I would like to have our efforts be as transparent as possible. If only one squad is deemed sufficient, then I propose sending Lieutenant Taylor's team on this assignment. They can cover ground quite a bit faster than the other teams and have more experience scouting in unfamiliar terrain to the northwest already. Is that agreeable, madam President?"

She nodded. "One team should suffice Commander. I just hope that team isn't picked because your son is a part of it, commander."

The commander exhaled, trying to keep up at least a cordial appearance with a President he didn't quite care for. "Ma'am, regardless of the team my son is on, Taylor's squad has been instrumental in scouting several pre-war locations and procuring much needed supplies for this city. They're the best team for this mission, period."

The president put her hands up, sensing the annoyance in the commander's tone. "Personnel is always your call, commander, just wanting to make sure your decision is a sound one." The president took her seat in the front row, straightening her jacket before looking up to the commander. "But run us through the rest of the information before we discuss on the matter any further amongst ourselves."

"Very well." Williams drew a breath. "At 0315 this morning, radar from Outpost Bravo picked up the re-entry of the 12 stations. Upon re-entry the stations broke apart from the main superstructure. Some exploded from the force of the entry. Before they dropped out of Bravo's radar range, we were tracking three surviving stations, and given their speed and trajectory, we have a plotted a rough position of their projected landing." Williams nodded to the tech, who called up a map of D.C. area on the projector. "If our projections are correct, the largest of the stations landed near a lake in old Alexandria, just southwest of the D.C. ruins. That would be Lt. Taylor's main objective. He and his team would take two of the Humvees north through Bravo and then on to Fort Sumter."

The president cut in again. "That still leaves about 500 miles of travel for them in uncharted territory."

"Not entirely uncharted, ma'am. Jarin Taylor's father, Sergeant Jacob Taylor, led a scouting mission to the north out of Fort Sumter some 35 years ago right after we captured it, just before we made contact with the Remnants." The room hushed at their mention. "He and his team made contact with a group of survivors and were taken to their leader, someone called The Commander, and spent three weeks with his people before coming into radio contact with Mount Weather. Things went south for Taylor's group after that."

"Speaking of Mount Weather," the president cut in. "Do you think they could assist these station survivors?"

"Unknown at this time, ma'am, but I would guess not if I had to state an opinion. It's not even clear how those people survived that long. They weren't even supposed to be there. Apparently a guard for the facility tried to save as many lives as he could and brought them in as the bombs started dropping and sealed the doors and vents. But the residual radiation should have killed them within a decade. In all likelihood, they've been dead for a long time."

The president waved her hand. "Then back to Sergeant Taylor's expedition, what do we know?"

As you know, in 2087 during our second wave of expansion out of this city we stumbled into a group of marauders in Fort Sumter who had managed to cobble together rudimentary defenses, which caught our men totally off guard. Despite 37 deaths we took the fort and established a small trading outpost with our surface allies. Thankfully, the locals were just as glad to see the marauders dead as we were and as you know, have made Sumter a thriving agriculture center for us. 27 years later in 2114, we used it as a staging area for recon missions along the east coast. Sergeant Taylor was sent to the DC ruins where he and his team documented the region on a map which they brought back after the three month mission. As you know at the same time our workers at the western oil refinery reported massive troop movements before The Remnants took the facility. Given the seriousness of that threat to the west we never sent another team back to DC. But we still have Taylor's maps, and while much has undoubtedly changed in that time, they show some promising travel routes. Given the tree cover, however, the squad would need to travel on foot from Sumter to the DC ruins. Based on their proficiency in the field and the Sergeant's own travel logs, we estimate they could reach the station's crash site just inside of a month."

"And Lieutenant Taylor's team is on board with this plan?"

Williams smiled. "If I know Mr. Taylor, he's standing right outside waiting for the green light from you, ma'am."

There was a sudden knock on the door and a muffled voice. "What he said! Just give the word, ma'am!"

Many of the senators shook their heads at the young soldier's enthusiasm. The memory of his address to the Senate a few months ago still fresh in their minds. The president looked around the room. "So, I assume the Commander's plan is satisfactory?" After seeing the nods around the room she turned to Williams. "Then I don't think you'll get any objections from the Senate, Commander and it seems Lieutenant Taylor is chomping at the bit. Tell him and his team good luck from all of us."

Jarin stood outside the rusting gray steel door along the opposite wall under the watchful eyes of the Senate guardsmen. Leaning up against the concrete tunnel wall he felt the need for sleep start to creep back in, but it was quickly pushed back by the creak of the door opening from within. He quickly stood at attention and saluted as Commander Williams exited the chamber.

"What's the word, sir?"

"At ease, Lieutenant." The commander nodded down the hall. "Walk with me."

The two started down the corridor as the rest of the senate filed out of the room. After a few silent paces, Taylor looked up at his commanding officer. "So, did we get the greenlight?"

Williams nodded. "You did. I assume your team is already on mission prep?"

"Yes sir, they're in the supply depot already." Taylor stepped aside as the two boarded the freight elevator. Jarin pressed the floor button before continuing. "I only heard snippets sir, but is it true we'll be going north alone?

"It is. The president convinced the senate that sending three squads, as I had planned, was a waste of resources when the fight could hit our door at any time."

"Do you really think the Remnants will attack us, sir? They haven't made a move in a long time. Last time they did, I hadn't even been born yet."

"Couldn't tell you that, even if we knew lieutenant. But the Remnants are some scary bastards. Our intel says they're based out of a massive underground base beneath the old Denver Airport. From there, they've taken over the whole Great Plains and Midwest regions, even parts of the Rust Belt, killing anyone who tries to oppose them. They pick off tribes and clans one a time, burning off any clan or family tattoos and markings, breaking up whole settlements to keep resistance to a minimum. Bloody and violent way of doing things, but effective so far after maybe 40+ years of expansion. But they stopped at our western border after taking the oil refinery. I think our level of society, as rudimentary as it is, isn't something they're used to facing. Plus, blowing up an oil field probably put the fear of God in them for a good while. But sooner or later they will strike again. Hopefully the firepower we've managed to show during our few skirmishes will give them pause."

As the elevator came to a halt, Taylor reached down to open the cargo door. "I don't think a few A-10s and some tanks are going to scare people with F-35s, sir, with all due respect."

Williams shook his head as the duo continued walking. "Not for long at any rate. We definitely won't make it another 35 years without a full on war, that's for sure. This isn't public knowledge, but they've been bolstering their troops along our western border for the last several months and they still refuse to meet with our president. That's why I have a job for your team, other than finding the stations, anyway."

The two reached the depot and Taylor opened the door for his commanding officer. Simmons noticed the commander first.

"Commander on deck!"

The squad fell into line, standing at attention as the commander descended the short staircase to the main floor. "At ease soldiers." He put his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in front of the squad. "Today is a very important day in our people's history, as you no doubt heard over the comm. Those people have literally fallen out of the sky, and it's up to us to make sure they're safe. At first light, your team will drive north to Outpost Bravo, the old Robbin's Air Base, stopping to re-fuel and finally continue on to Fort Sumter where you will relinquish the two Humvees to the req officer and his men. You will continue on foot to the projected landing site of the main station. Full mission briefs will be sent with you in the morning before your departure. But I want to speak to you tonight about something that isn't going to be in the briefing, something I don't want the Senate, the president, even your fellow soldiers to know about." The squad looked at each other uneasily, uncertain where this was going. "While your primary objective is finding and assisting any station survivors, your secondary objective is to secure Andrews Air Force Base, recover any supplies or technology you can find and ready the base as much as you can as a staging area for our ground troops and civilian population."

Jackson was just as surprised as rest of the team. "We expecting trouble sir?"

"I will speak plainly. You all know the threat our people are facing. The Remnants have us outmanned and heavily outgunned if the estimates are even close to accurate. If push came to shove, they'd shove and we'd be dead. And since we figured out where they're from, then it's a safe bet that they have a good idea where we call home as well. If they attack, we will have nowhere to run. Instead of retreat into the tunnels to die of starvation, I would rather have an escape hatch, so to speak; some place to move our people in the event of an invasion from the west. While our old boat may not have the juice to go far on the open ocean, we should be able to squeeze one or two evac runs up and down the coast out of her. But based on the old Air Force databases we sifted through up at Bravo, I believe that Andrews can not only be that safe harbor, but it may still hold some valuable technology that could win us a war, if it ever came to that."

Taylor spoke for his team. "How so, sir?"

"We know that Andrews survived the bombs thanks to their prototype missile defense system. It was based on an Israeli missile screen from the early 2000s, highly effective. If the men stationed there did their jobs and followed protocol much of the stations equipment would have been sealed. Our military intranet connection showed the main computer was still functioning before the network went dark. Obviously, the radiation would have killed any personnel who didn't have the radiation resistant genetics our ancestors were screened for, but the structures and computer systems should be relatively functional given the bases power source. And when I say equipment I'm talking tanks, fighter jets, bombs, anti-aircraft batteries, things that will make the Remnants run screaming back to their mountain. So, can you find and secure that base?"

"We'll do our best sir."

"Good. Now, finish your mission prep and then catch a few hours of sleep. Report back to the depot by 0630."

"Yes sir!" The squad snapped to and saluted the Commander.

Williams returned the salute and walked out of the depot. As the doors on the elevator back to the command level closed he couldn't shake the feeling of just how badly this whole operation could go. 500 miles on foot fighting the weather and god knows what kind of enemies along the way. He just prayed he wasn't sending those kids, those soldiers, out into the wilderness for nothing.

To give you a timeline idea of when this is taking place, I have it pegged at pretty much the start of season 2. How much these characters will interact with main plot of the show is yet to be determined, however since this is still a work in progress. Let me know what you think of the intro so far in a review!