A/N: This is my first story, so please give me feedback by reviewing! For those who wonder, I cast Maisie Richardson-Sellers as Frida. I'll try to update as frequently as possible, but be patient, I have a ton of exams to prepare for. Hope you'll like this first chapter!

This chapter covers 'Pilot' (I'll announce the episodes covered in each chapter for people who want to avoid spoilers).

Also I'll try to keep this as close to the show's plot as possible, but the fact that I randomly added a new character (with her own background and personality), is bound to change certain things.

Stars sparkled in Frida's eyes as she observed the earth from the Ark's window. She wondered what it would feel like down there. From what she gathered in her classes, a lot of the earth's surface was covered with a short plant called grass. Frida closed her eyes and concentrated on her toes. If she put all her energy into it, she could almost convince herself that her sock's loose threads were blades of grass under her feet.

Lost in her reverie, she didn't hear the guards until they had already rounded the corner.

Shit, she thought to herself. Swiftly, she hid her illegal parcel in her vest's inside pocket. Bracing herself, Frida turned around and started heading towards the kitchen, a determined frown etched on her face. Maybe if she looked like she had to get somewhere, they wouldn't stop her.

As she neared the hallway, one step of footsteps slowed down. Her eyes lifting from the floor, Frida recognized one of the young guards. He must have been in his mid-twenties, and Frida had already seen him patrolling this floor.

He looked ready to scan her, but just as she passed, Frida looked him straight in the eye.

"Got places to be." She winked, and blew him a kiss without changing her course. She couldn't believe her plan had actually worked. He had obviously been about to intercept her, but she had been able to distract him from his task. Quite proud of herself, Frida never the less hastened her pace to the kitchens.

As soon as she saw Nygel, she made a beeline for her. Making sure no one was in view, she let her parcel drop on the table in front of the older woman.

"Got you job done," she hissed. "Harder now Jasper's gone though."

"You continue to impress me, butterfly," Nygel replied. Butterfly had quickly become Frida's nickname when she started working for her, about three years ago.

"Sit." Nygel's voice commanded, just as Frida was about to leave. Turning back around, she obediently sat down in the chair her boss had offered her.

Nygel wasn't only her boss in what we'll call 'legal affairs' – culinary tech – but also in her 'extracurricular activities' – collecting information, delivering doubtful objects to clients, stealing equipment, etc.

"I have a new job for you," Nygel continued, "I owe a friend a favor and, shall we just say, he has got his eyes set on you, butterfly."

Frida's eyes bulged out of her skull, filled with disbelief.

"I know how you feel about this. I've tried to keep you from doing the dirty work, but you're old enough now. You are very skilled at theft, and listening at closed doors, but I think your looks could be put to a better use."

No way was Frida doing this. She was only twenty. And anyways, was there an appropriate age for prostitution? She certainly didn't think so. Wait, was it still prostitution if Nygel wasn't paying her? Because she wasn't. The only reason Nygel's 'little birds' would ever do this was to avoid her selling them out to the council. Frida had seen what her boss was capable of. She had seen what had happened to a girl who had once refused to do a job of this nature. Nygel had information on Frida. Frida had information on Nygel. The difference was, the older woman had contacts, and a talent for twisting words. As a result, she always ended up casting herself as the innocent victim. Her opponents for the most part, ended up getting themselves floated.

Frida continued her contemplation as she walked back to her apartment later in the evening. Her quarters were so small she barely believed they could be called an apartment. There was just enough space for her bed, a table with a single chair, and a rudimentary washroom.

It was all she needed really. She didn't live with anyone, and her life in general didn't contain anyone but herself. She used to have a family, a mother and a father. However family life didn't last long for her. When she was ten, her mother was floated for stealing books from the library. How messed up do the laws have to be up here for literary theft to be punishable by death? This vary apartment had sheltered both her and her father for a small amount of time. That was, until he went to live with his girlfriend, completely abandoning her.

True, maybe Frida was jealous of her father's new life. He had been able to move on from her mother's death. He met someone, and was even able to have a new kid. A second chance had basically been offered to him, and he had seized it without any hesitation.

But where had that left her? Alone. Poor. Lost. A twenty year old girl working shifts at the food distribution center and dwelling in unauthorized business. Sometimes Frida found herself wishing for a better life, but when she did, she quickly gave an end to those useless musings. She had learnt that hoping and praying rarely accomplished anything in and of its' own. Besides, whining was unattractive and grotesque. She was much too proud for it.

When Frida woke up early next morning, she quickly realized by the noises coming from outside her room that it must be Sunday. For some reason, most people preferred to take their day off on Sunday. It was probably a residue from an old earth tradition.

Frida however, had to get to work. Maneuvering around children playing in the corridors, she tried making her way to the kitchens. A little further down the halls, her task got significantly harder. A mob of people – workers by the look of it – had gathered around a doorway, which was occupied by Officer Callie Cartwig.

Sliding through whichever passages Frida was able to find in the crowd, she couldn't help herself from overhearing the rumors being passed around.

"I saw a ship launch not more than twenty minute ago." A middle aged man was whispering to someone close to him.

"Was it the prisoners? They're just kids!" Another shouted.

"Folks, as I said, at this time, we cannot confirm or deny anything." Officer Cartwig tried appeasing the tension that could be felt rising amongst the crowd.

"Come on, lady!" Someone snapped, just as Frida managed to shimmy her petite figure away from the atroupment.

This smelled very bad for the council. Whether juvenile prisoners had been sent off alone, in a tin can in the middle of space or not, it was bound to raise arguments between the workers and the privileged. For months, people had been strained and harsher laws had been followed through shamelessly. This launch ship glitch would just create another crack in the council's armor.

Frida was able to make the rest of the journey to her post without coming across any other obstacles. The rest of her day on the other hand didn't go quite as smoothly. First she had to clean the kitchen floor, a demeaning task if you asked her. Nygel kept pointedly looking her way throughout the day, as if she was trying to use telepathy to remind Frida of the job she had to do. Frida hadn't forgotten about it. On the contrary, it was constantly in the back of her mind. She was racking her brain, trying to find excuses to get herself out of it. That always seemed to be her plan, appearing overbooked so that no one would bother her.

Around noon, people started filing in to get their daily ration. With them came news of the Chancellor getting shot. Her post at the distribution center gave Frida the advantage of being able to listen in on conversations without much difficulty. From what she had gathered so far, the shooter was a janitor named Bellamy Blake. A hushed discussion between two guards told her he was still to be found.

Relief flooded through Frida as soon as the last ration had been claimed. She hurried out of the door, avoiding Nygel as best as she could. She knew she wouldn't be able to flee her forever, but she could still try.

Instead of going directly to her apartment, Frida decided to take a detour by the wing containing the council's chambers. The former chancellor Diana Sydney had hired her to gather information on the Ark's decision takers.

Frida kept close to the walls as she passed through a corridor lined with doors. By the numbers that figured on each of them, she realized these must be the council member's private quarters.

The farthest door from her made a soft click as it closed. Her interest peeked, Frida tiptoed silently over to it. Leaning her ear against the metal, she tried to make out who the voices belonged to.

"The Chancellor is still in surgery, but we have I. the shooter. Bellamy Blake is the only person on the Ark unaccounted for." Reported a male voice.

"Who is he?" The second voice was very recognizable, and Frida attributed it directly to Marcus Kane.

"We're still working out a profile, but his motive for going to earth is clear."

So it was true, Frida pondered, they had really sent the prisoners to the ground. And this shooter guy had taken the opportunity to jump ship. Way to make an exit, she thought with humor. All the same, it was quite a reckless thing to do. Earth did have the reputation to be soaked to the core in radioactivity. Probably not the best environment to build a new life.

As the conversation on the other side of the door slowed down and the two men made their goodbyes, Frida dashed to another part of the Ark. Strutting to her room, she dragged her mind back to business. Would the information be of any interest to Diana? It probably would. The former Chancellor liked to collect secrets and be aware of more than she really should. Nevertheless, it was getting late. Frida could wait for her next meeting with Diana to relay the information, she decided as she reached her bed. It had been an exhausting day, and her eyes fluttered shut as soon as her dark locks hit the pillow.

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