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Rewrite, same story of Nia Vega, different take. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, and if you use my Nia Vega or my other OCs, please reference this fanfic.
WORD OF WARNING: THIS IS RATED M. Mature audience only.
400+ words, each chapter, some are shorter or longer than others,
Without further adieu, I give you,
The Jusgona.
You want the truth?
Fine.
I'll give it to you.
My name is Nia Vega, and whatever anyone tells you,
I am innocent.
Five months ago, my safe little life on the Ark imploded.
The same way the earth was swarmed in nuclear war only 96 years ago, which became known as the darkest day in the history of mankind, yes, life on earth ended, unsustainable, untouchable, a big blue reminder of how we fucked ourselves.
The old people say the lucky ones died in the war years ago… and now the unlucky ones live in space.
So now what is left of humankind lives in a massive space station named the Ark, a haven for human life and a prison in all but words. I am one of those space passengers. I lived among the strict regiment of life without abundant resources and zero toleration for crime. I carried out those laws more than once by being a Cadet of the Ark's Guard force.
There was once order in my life. Stability.
My world of morning sprints, Cadet practice, friendly rough housing, meaningless lunch chatter, three hearty meals, daily showers, and an arrogant ass lover that awaited me when I came home. That was the life I had. Nights of passion and relaxation. The human in me had accepted that I was going to die old, restless, and forgotten in space, that is... until my world imploded,
my lover was torn to shreds,
my Cadet friends turned on me,
setting me up with damning evidence, and with it came with a swarm of armed guards descending upon me,
what the hell was I supposed to do?
I fought back, not much to do with so little hallways, and no real weapons to use.
What was left of me was sentenced to Float...
but first I was Cadet Nia Vega,
and that is where my story begins...