Disclaimer: Obviously, I am not the owner/creator of Titan AE or the characters therein. Inasmuch, I am not the creator of the plot line either.
I suppose I'm lucky. In many ways, though one could argue that. My brother does all the time. Of course, he argues everything all the time. My aunt Reggi says it's his age. I say it's him.
Luck is in the eye of the beholder, I guess, though. I only say lucky because I remember. I remember the terror of watching our home world exploding behind us. I remember the uncertainty that followed, the shame, the rage, the hate.
My Name is Nashikii Anderson. I'm half African, which is wheer my name comes from, and half Irish, which is where my temper comes from, Aunt Reggi tells me. I'm twenty yeears old, and one of the lucky survivors of Earth's Final Day. I was only about five years old, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.
My father, Liutenant Johnathon Anderson, worked under Captain Joseph Korso and with Professor Sam Tucker, the creator of the Titan. It was a pretty big deal to him back then. It was EFD that he lost his life, in the battle with the Drej. But we didn't see him that day. No, we were with our mother when those bastards destroyed our home world and almost succeeded in destroying us.
Momma had only had Nicolae, my bother, a week before the attack. I found out later that because of Daddy's leave, he should have been home with us, but he'd chosen to go back to work. Aunt Reggi, who was momma's sister, says that's the way he's always been. He couldn't stand down or away from the action, he had to get right in there and do his part to make sure things went the way they were supposed to. I guess in the end it don't matter, though, because they wouldn't have let him on the escape pod anyway.
That morning started out the way any normal day on Earth would have started. Aunt Regina, who was only 16 at the time, had come to stay with us for a while and help out with Nicky, since I was too young. Apparently, she and Gramma didn't get along too well anyway, so it worked out for everyone.
I was watching cartoons that early afternoon, so our family wasn't one of the survivors that actually saw the attack on the television news. You can imagine my mother's surprise when she answered the pounding door to a uniformed man demanding we evacuate right away. She was smart enough not to argue or question, I remember that much, but I also remember sensing the man's growing impatience as she and aunt Reggi ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, looking for things for the diaper bag. I think the man felt a little put out when I was shoved into his arms by Reggi before she ran to pack our bags. He'd given them five very frantic minutes to gather everything that was of value to us.
The moment our bags were packed, he ushered us all to his shuttle car, which soon was heading at blinding speed toward the closest military base. It was then that we found out exactly what was going on, even if at the time, I was too young to understand.
The Drej has always had a strong rivalry with Earthlings and any who allied themselves with us. I was told later they weren't afraid of us, and really had nothing against us, but it was fear of what we as humanity might become, our potential, that caused them to blow up our home world.
The only thing I remember before taking off in the escape pod was that the base was absolute havoc. People were rushing all over the place. I was taken into Aunt Reggi's arms, and so much of my vision was blocked. On the pod, though, things were much quieter, however tense. I was plopped down by a white kid with bright blonde hair, and momma was just across the aisle with Nicky. Not five minutes later, the pods engine roared to life, and we lifted off not one damn second too soon. We must've flown for not more than seven minutes when both me and the white kid looked out our window to see Earth's destruction. Just outside Momma's window, we were able to see bits of our home world smash into and destroy our moon.
From that day forward, even a five year old kid like me knew that life would never be the same.