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Silence. Nothing, but Silence.
Since the beginning of Project Exodus, and the expedition from Earth after it's untimely destruction, Therese been about Twenty Million people, Who's very conciousness have been uploaded to these artificial bodies, known as Mimeosomes, or more simply, Mims, and locked in stasis. We'd spent 2 years wandering through space, until an inevitable re-unity with the foes who attacked Earth. Even after mechanical geniuses worked at their best, they inevitably failed to keep the engines alive, as the ship fell into the orbit of an unknown planet.
However, past that point, I remember nothing. The crew were rather quick to send all other members into Stasis pods, as the Arc came crumbling down from orbit. Many pods had been scattered throughout the uncharted lands of this hostile alien world, who knows who survived the crash? All I know is what I've written.
"Releasing Hatch; Please stand clear"
That was the first thing I had heard, as my sense of hearing returned to me, as the hatch from the stasis pod opened, my body was still numb, however, so I'd merely fall out of the pod, landing in the arms of a man who looked to be not much older then I. "You alright there? Can you stand?" He'd ask sincerely. I'd weakly nod, as I regained my own balance. My eyes having adjusted to the sudden light of the Man's torch. "Not usually my job to be pulling people out of stasis, that's usually what the Reclaimers do. But you landed in a really, well... let's just say, an interesting spot." He'd comment, as I looked him up and down in silence. He had a somewhat thin but muscular figure. He has long black hair that extends to his shoulders, a light beard, and black eyes. "What's this about 'An Interesting Spot?' This.. just looks like the middle of a Rainforest... Are we back on Earth or something?" The man'd shake his head "No. Completely different planet, we named it Mira. Anyways, mind if I introduce myself?" He'd ask in a sincere tone. "Not at all. Go ahead." I'd reply, taking a look around the area, before turning my attention back to him. "The name's Lao. What's your name?" He'd ask once more. "I'm Ira. Pleasure to meet you." I'd attempt to hake his hand, only to be refused. "Save the formalities for after I've installed this Data Probe, and when we're home free. For now, you might want a weapon." He'd hand me a Sniper Rifle and a Knife "...Thank you, but what do you mean 'Data Probe'?" I'd ask, rather curious about what he was setting up. "I'll explain it later, speaking of that, It's installed, a Prospector can go configure it later. For now, we should head back to the City."
Heya. This is just a Prologue, as, not only am I a bit tired... But I would really like any possible feedback before I get really stuck in with writing. Anyways, this is definitely not going to be a one-shot, as my plan [Keyword Plan] is to go through all 12 chapters, from a completely different perspective, said perspective being from the eyes of Ira, who I'll be going more In depth about as the story continues.
Have a nice day!
- TheSleepySniper