This chapter has been revised. Enjoy the story.

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"War. War never changes." — Narrator (Ron Perlman) (Fallout 3)

Heaven or Hell

Chapter 1: The Crash Landing, Part 1

If you are hearing this, I am probably long dead by now. In life there are no happy endings. We just play with the shitty hand we are dealt and hope for a semi-decent ending. But sometimes, no matter how we play our cards, we get an ending we did not expect. I am here recording this for those who wish to gain some more knowledge. There is a common mistake made throughout life. When someone's life is at its final moments and is slipping away, they are dying. This is the misconception, for from the moment we are conceived in our mother's womb, we are all dying; some, faster than others. This is irreversible. Though, the time I come from, technology has given us the ability to slow this process down to a near halt. War, death, and suffering surround us. It is just a natural part of human nature. Those who revel in it are considered mentally unstable. In other words perfect for The Project. Those who pass are given immense power but at a price. That price being what makes us all human, our emotions. If you are hearing this, my corpse is most likely in a crumpled heap in some insect infested catacomb.

Unknown POV

"Warning, warning unknown life-form detected in stasis pod 3, stasis interrupted, beginning Quarantine procedure!" the computer said over the loudspeaker. Most of the crew was on the bridge, as we were preparing to dock with the mining frigate we were assigned to go to after we escaped the Xeno infested planet of GS-238. The injured crew members were in the stasis pods.

"Shit," I hissed. The crew stared at me. They could tell what I was thinking. We were all fucked. The only question was how.

"What the fuck is going on?" one of the crew members asked. Everyone had a confused look on their faces.

"The new quarantine procedure states: For safety reasons the infected ship is to be sent, automatically by the AI, into non-human controlled space along with the crew on board, no exceptions. And if the ship does return it will be shot down," I stated. Being the lieutenant and highest ranking officer currently on board this vessel, I solely knew the emergency procedures.

"So, we're fucked?" another crew member asked.

"Yeah, we're fucked," I said.

"Why can't we just eject the infected motherfucker and go back home?" asked one of the young crew members.

"It states that if quarantine is initiated all crew members are treated as if infected. The easier way to say it is if we go home we are to be killed on site," I answered.

"Damn, that's harsh, but fair, you can never be too sure you're uninfected until you're tested." Though the youngest, she was still the brightest crew member, most of the time around here I felt like I was surrounded by idiots, but she was not one of them. I had tried to ask her out once but when I went to no words came out of my mouth.

"Sarah," I said getting her attention. She looked at me and smiled.

"I need to talk to you outside," I said, getting a couple of immature giggles going between each other, "alone." The crew, except Sarah, started whispering to each other. I could guess about what. Sarah got up a headed to the door, I followed shortly. As I went through the door, I reached back inside and gave them the middle finger. I closed the door.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, giving me a weird look. I knew she was creeped out by me wanting to talk to her alone. She really does have a reason to give me a weird look; I had to memorize the crew's profiles. So I know all the information the government has about her. She is 5'7, though it seems shorter compared to my 6'8 height.

"We need to figure out what the fuck to do about the situation we're in," I said.

"We probably should vent the poor, infected bastard first," she said. I looked into her eyes, she was scared shitless, but was good at hiding it.

"Yeah, and then cat-scan everyone whose left, to make sure no one else is infected," I said, she nodded her head, "Then we'll figure out what to do after that."

"Let's inform the others of our decision," she said, looking everywhere but me. There was something wrong with her. Was she infected? I shook off the thought as we entered the room.

"Hey, you enjoy your time out there?" my long time spotter and friend joked, getting a laugh from everyone.

"Idiot," I mumbled under my breath.

"First things first," Sarah began, "we are going to eject who is ever in pod three. Then everyone is going to be scanned to make sure no one else is infected."

"Any questions?" I interrupted, though not on purpose. People awkwardly looked at each other.

"None? Good, dismissed," I said, in monotone. The crew stood up, saluted and walked out. There was a sharp pain in my chest. I leaned over a table in the room, clenched the side of the table and put my other hand on my chest. I took notice of Sarah, who was still in the room. She walked over to me, put her hand on my back, and leaned over the table too, looking at me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied. She looked at me with a great amount of concern in her eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"It's not as you think, I have a weak heart. Please don't worry about me," I lied, I was good at it. She watched me for a moment, and then I looked down at the table again. Unexpectedly, I felt her soft lips against my Xeno claw-abused cheek. I turned to see her leave, and then the pain came back.

Duh, Duh, Duh, the suspenseful conclusion of chapter 1, so you kind of see what leads up to the main characters being on the planet that ATLA takes place on. For now peace out until I update with the next chapter.