Sixteen year old Issac Clarke sat in the back of the shuttle, his eyes never leaving the marvle that was the Ouran Space Station, the new school he would be attending. The station was made of five domes, all connected by trams that were suspended from steel rails. Ourans five domes made a square station: one corner was the student dorms, a large apartment complex that housed the majority of the student body. The second corner was the VIP dorms, which housed the teachers and staff, and the minority of students that had the cash to get rooms that nice.
The robotic female voice that seemed to accompany all electronics spoke over the intercom: "Now docking with Ouran Academy, please watch your step when exiting the shuttle."
Issac rolled his head, popping his neck as he grabbed his suitcase and stepped into the stations third corner, the shuttle bay. He couldnt help but smile at the flashing lights, sounds, and general excitement of the area. The shuttle bay had stores, pharmacies, and, as Issac soon discovered, a greeting party. A raven-haired female student in a bright yellow dress approached him, bowing low and greeting him.
"Welcome to Ouran Station and Academy, Mr. Clarke. May I help you with your bags?"
Issac looked down at the single suitcase in his hand, pretending to may it as he chuckled and replied: "I think I can manage. If I can get directions to my room though, that'd be nice."
The girl gives a cute, rehearsed smile and nods. "The tram from here to the dorms is currently out of order, but if you take the tram to the main complex and head to the dorms from there, you should get there in no time!"
Issac smiled wished the girl a good day. As he approached the tram, he couldn't help but notice a large container being unloaded from the same shuttle he had arrived from. The container was about ten to twelve feet tall, and something about it felt... off. How could he have missed something of that size on the shuttle?
The familiar voice rang over the intercom: "Shuttle Bay to Complex tram preparing to depart."
Issac shrugged off the mysteries of the box and stepped into the tram, the door immediately closing as he stepped inside. Setting his suitcase on the ground, Issac sat in the nearest chair and distracted himself by examing the tram. The tram was rather bland, but judging by the model Issac knew that it was reliable. Of course, he didn't think a rich school like Ouran would cut corners, but as he arrived into the main complex, he immediately dropped all his thoughts and picked up the suitcase.
Leaving the tram, a security guard weilding SWS Plasma Rifle stopped him. Issac looked into the blue faceplate of the guards helmet. "Identification." The guard stated simply. Issac nodded and showed the guard the small student I.D. that the school had given him. The guard stared at it, and Issac recognized the helmet model as a Scanner, which meant the guard could have scanned his face and knew who he was. Bastard.
The guard looked up and nodded. "All clear, please remember that the storage facility" the fourth corner "Is off limits to students."
Issac nodded. "Yes sir." Something about this whole situation felt wrong. Ouran was an academy, so guards were necessary, but considering the school was full of students, werent the militart grade assault rifles a little much?
He shrugged and walked off, heading down the hallway that would lead him to the next tram.
"Look out!" Issac turned to the noise instantly, and he noticed what appeared to be a set of twin boys, both identical from their face to their bright orange hair. Running next to them was another boy with short brown hair and big, brown eyes. Issac thought the big-eyed boy kind of looked like a girl, but he was so distracted by the people in front of him that he didn't think about their warning.
The baseball hit Issac square in the forehead, knocking him out-cold.