Authors Note
Hey guys!
How are you liking the series so far?
I know it's a slow start, but it'll build up very soon and very quickly.
Especially after the introduction of a new character in the next chapter
Happy reading :) :) :)
Leo Albin
Carplis, Colony Planet 287
Landing Pads
3300 AD
Being cramped on this small ship for a few months sucks ass. We were all eager to get off, especially since everything onboard costs money and no one wanted to have any form of communication with anyone.
"Ah!" I yelped as a stern hand pushed me into a stranger. The owner of that stern hand is Ron, the ship's captain.
Ron's a large scary man whose looks fit his personality. He's a talker alright, brutally honest, don't even think he knows what a filter is. Just, not so fond of anyone outside his crew. Learned that personally.
He's also the man who killed my mom. I will never stop hating him, but I knew what he did was a mercy killing. Scott, the man whose arm I chewed up, explained that my mom knew she would have suffered. She requested they kill her. Saying she would rather die right then and there, than to die slowly and miserably on Earth.
Why did I need to see it? My only guess is so I wouldn't have a reason to go back.
Ron managed to push past the crowd and climb up the ladder to the control panel. Once up there, he leaned over the railing and taunted us. Pretending to push the button that would open the door. "You pieces of shit ready to get the fuck up out my ship?" Ron asked as the 22 people roared at him to open the door. "Me too! I Can't fuckin wait to have my ship back!" Ron said, glaring at us.
With the push of a button and a flip of a switch, the doors opened.
Now, with us being in a ship for a few months straight, we aren't used to natural light. Some people were prepared with sunglasses and others like me had to cover our eyes. "Awww, What? You guy's don't wanna leave? Well, that's just too bad. I don't want you guys here." Ron teased. The light burned so much, I'm practically bling right not.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, slightly jumping at the hand landed on my shoulder.
"Hey kid. How you been?"
"You're an asshole, Ron." I said, but the rude prick just laughed. "Nice to see you're doin well. The natural light's a little bright huh? You'll get used to it." Ron said, lightly rubbing my shoulders as he led me outside. Through the slits of my eyelids, I could see some people walking around and some tan-ish colored buildings not so far from the grey landing pads we were on.
"You're gonna have fun here, adjusting to the two suns and 36 hour days." Ron said in between laughter, stopping us on the edge of the landing pad. "But hey, look at the bright side. It's better on this planet than on Earth." Ron stated as he let go of my shoulders. "That pun intended?" I asked, making him laugh. "Oh yea, definitely."
"Shi-!" I exclaimed as I fell.
Ron pushed me off the landing pads, causing me to land roughly on my hands and knees. I winced in pain from my palms being scraped. "Get out there shrimp. You got places to be, a new life to start. Shit, you might even become someone relatively important someday." I think out of all the time we spent together, that's the nicest thing he's ever said to me. "Bye kid." Ron said, turning to leave towards his ship.
My hands and knees throbbed in pain as I struggled to get back up, but at least my eyes have adjusted to the natural lighting. This planet doesn't have grass like I heard it would. It was all dried and dead, no evidence of there ever being trees on this planet. Just a lot of sand, rocks, and hard ground. The sky was beautiful though, blue with a pink tint caused by the two suns. I hardly ever got to see the one sun Earth had, and even though the two suns made it unbearably hot, It was a welcome change.
This heat is making me thirsty though, but I have nothing with me besides the white tank top, brown sweats, and black boots I'm wearing. Which all happen to be dirty and torn. I used to have a nice orange hoodie, but I had to trade it for food.
"Hey kid." A stranger's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "I wanted to see if you needed any help." The stranger said from behind me.
"I'm fine." I replied, staring at the lady's indiana jones fashioned hat. "Well, that's nice to hear. You took quite a fall there." She sounded as if she was talking to me for a reason, like she was trying to bring up something. "Ya, well I'm fine now." I dust off my pants and turn to head into this foreign city, but was stopped when the weird lady opened her mouth again.
"Wait, I heard you came on this planet alone." She's too persistent and it's annoying. "I didn't come here alone. There were 22 other passengers and the ship crew." I said bluntly.
The lady put her hand on my back and started leading us away from the landing dock. "Yea, but none of them are here to help you get on your feet." For being annoying, she had a point. "I think I can deal." I said, and she chuckled. Her teeth were perfect, bright and straight. I bet she had braces sometime in her life.
She didn't leave me alone like I was hoping she would. She walked with me through the gates into the city. For how small this place looked from space, it was huge. There are a lot of people here though, it's difficult to walk through the crowds. The lady was keeping close to me so that we wouldn't be separated.
The buildings were tall and slender. They varied from different hues of brown and tan, to different hues of grey and silver. They were made from different types of advanced metals made to keep the heat out. There's no concrete sidewalks, or concrete anything for that matter. No light installments, cameras, or security guards. It amazes me how old fashioned and colorful this place is.
"If I read your file right, you came from Earth. I don't know if you noticed, but things are a little different here." She said, making me laugh. Not because it was funny, but because she had no idea. She chuckled along and grabbed her water bottle, taking a drink. That water must be so refreshing. "You can have the rest if you like." She offered politely, and I snatched the bottle. I wasn't meaning to snatch it, but I did. "I come from a group who help kids and poor families. Since there isn't C.P.S or a Welfare here, we volunteered." She explained.
A random gust of hot wind hit us, making the weird lady's brown hair fall from her shoulders. She looked to be in her mid 20's."Is the wind always this hot?" I asked, fanning myself. Although, no matter how hard or fast I fanned myself with my hand, I couldn't get myself to cool down. "Unfortunately, yes. It doesn't get much cooler at night either, It's like this all year round. Maybe some hot rain flashes here and there, but hey, this is a desert planet. Gotta expect some high temperatures and little rain." She explained, almost gleefully.
In other words, if I don't die from dehydration I'm going to die from heat exhaustion.
"We have a place where kids stay. It's quite nice there, but it's a little overcrowded. So if you don't mind, I was thinking you could stay at my place for the night. Just so you could get a little more adjusted before diving right into the culture here." The lady said. She has pretty blue eyes, just like my mother. She also had fair colored skin, but tanned. You could tell by looking at the lighter parts of her arms. Must be from the sun, I mean suns.
"Sure?"
Jek'tual
Hunting grounds
3300 AD
The unblooded were restless and impatient. Something they will learn to control throughout their lives if they make it through their chiva. They've already fought each other for their armor and weapons. It's easy to tell the weak from the strong in this group.
As the clan leader and their chiva overseer, I am the one to take the first step onto their hunting grounds. I always enjoyed this part, torturing the unblooded by taking forever to step out onto the hunting grounds. I like to chuckle at their frustrated clicks and growls before finally stepping out onto the ground.
Not a moment after I stepped on the ground, they charged off the ship. I watched as they looked over the desert layout of this planet with the utmost curiosity. Their scent of excitement could be more than easily picked up, something else they will learn to control if they survive.
There's only one problem with this hunting ground. It's on the same planet as a large pyode amedha habitat, a large human habitat. However, this is not the only chiva hunting ground with a human habitat I had to take unblooded to. This pack of unblooded pups should do fine like the others before them. The humans are far enough that they shouldn't even know we're here, but close enough to where the unblooded might be tempted. If the unblooded were smart and listened to my lessons, they would know better than to wander anywhere near the habitat of humans. The best hunters will usually hunt without alerting unwanted prey, but unblooded are stupid and like to do what they want to.
The beginning of a chiva, and there's already a problem. We have been here half a sun with no signal to begin the chiva, there must be something wrong. I roared over the unblooded to gain their attention, then I instructed them to train with each other before their chiva began. I instructed them to do so until the hunter, who was assigned to plant the facehugger eggs, sends the signal to begin.
I growled as a smaller unblooded pup was thrown into me. I lifted the pup up by his throat and grabbed his side so that he was above my head, then threw him back into his training session. All the while, making it look effortless. The other pup barely had time to move out of the way.
The alpha amongst the unblooded pups roared as he pointed at the large symbol in the sky. The symbol meant "hunt" in our language, and it's the signal I was waiting for. The pups had maps on their wrist comps, but I still pointed in the right direction. It's my way of giving them permission to start their chiva. They roared as they sprinted with their spears in hand. I can no longer tell them what to do, it's their hunt and I can not get in their way. Even if they are all about to die, I cannot interfere.
I can only watch them hunt and kill them if they step out of line.
