Sergeant, each malformity has arrived on base successfully,” a ‘perfect’ soldier sounded over a microphone that was connected across a way to Sergeant Vortz, leader in command. They both worked for the “Project Prefect Human” exit team. This team was responsible solely on managing the exile of every science experiment gone wrong. This soldier that spoke stood tall, his posture a picture of perfection as he stared narrowly at the six malformed humans being shuffled forward. The soldier was almost emotionless, yet with a slight hint of a smile as he watched them board the space shuttle. Each one was cuffed with a very, very special material designed to cancel any abilities they might try to use. Not to mention each was surrounded by several men with large weapons. Every human and those that are the perfect human have rejected and been raised to believe of any malformed one as a monster. In reality, this hatred and need to have superiority was the mask of something much along the lines of fear. After all, those that have been blessed with tainted DNA, aka their abilities, could be deadly to the average human population. Needing to stay right in their checks and balances, there was no room for these super human mistakes to reside on Earth with the rest of the civilization. Therefore, “Project Perfect Human” had no other choice but to banish them forever on to Mars.

This month brought along only six malformed humans known to the program. They were led to the center of a large steel loading dock, bright lights shining on them from above. Some struggled, some didn’t, as each was pushed along by the soldiers to the looming staircase upon the shuttle. They all seemed to be fairly young, which was the common standard; while one appeared to be a few years matured past the rest. The soldiers around glared at him the most (Jacob), for his older age meant that he had been released into the perfect population without being discovered of his ability. Very few had ever managed to get by the watchful eye of the scientists, so his recent discovery was a nice bonus to the week, but made them very cautious. Once all of them were finally aboard, they were taken to their locked spots inside the ship. It was designed so that each chair was facing another in a circle. Highly uncomfortable but meant to effect them on a psychological level. If each ‘mistake could look each other in the faces, they would know they were all failures, a disgrace to their species. No one truthfully knew what they thought about it, but the nutty scientists believed it to be so.

The six were put in place, a circle designed with six facing chairs just for them. The soldiers locked each individuals cuffs to the bottom backrest of the seat, as well their feet to steel boots on the floor. This made it very uncomfortable to sit, and even potentially harmful. As if being sent to reside on Mars wasn’t punishment enough. The soldiers exited the ship, locked all doors, and gave a green light for the shuttle to take off.

...30 minutes before...

“Please, Professor,” Kat spoke, with a hint of plead to the scientist in front of her that had been her leader for so long in her German based lab. He was the one that reported her to be sent off to Mars. A look of desperation set deep in her turquoise colored eyes, one of the newer ‘perfect’ colors discovered and given to the girls in Katrina’s lab batch. The scientist felt sorry for her but new his obligations to report. He saw her as human, but to the outside population, these special ones were just freaks. With a solemn bow of the head, he pushed her out of the white van into the immediate control of soldiers. She had already been cuffed at the laboratory so it wasn’t very hard to get her out of the vehicle.

Katrina stumbled forward, black bangs now concealing an empty gaze of shock. She wasn’t technically sad, but in utter disbelief. This had happened so suddenly to Katrina; it hadn’t even been 24 hours since she had discovered this ability herself, and now she found herself leaving behind every thing she ever knew. All her schooling and future that Katrina was promised of would now only be a dream never experienced. She was empty, stranded alone with nothing more than this ability that was still foreign to her. All she was left with was a custom fit space suit that would help her weather the harsh elements of life on Mars, marked with a symbol of her lab. At the present moment Katrina wanted to rip the disgusting patch off, in fact the entire suit off, for it was made by the hands of her traitors. This was letting her emotions get the best of her though, so luckily she was restrained. Soon Kat would calm down and come to terms with her fate, accept that in fact she was one of the dreaded malformed humans she had despised not even a day ago. The suit was, in turn, a relatively kind gesture for it was rare that the labs would help their experiments in the slightest bit. (Katrina’s weapons have yet to be equipped- she’ll get them on Mars!)

The soldiers pushed Katrina inside the gates. Their weapons were glass-like, clear and electrical shaped guns that looked capable of descent damage. Their pace down the steel flooring was ominously silent. Katrina’s titanium boots made subtle clicks as she walked forward. She could see far off in the distance what seemed to be a group gathering that was getting larger and larger. It was the other five plus soliders meeting in the center of the loading dock. It took only moments before they all were clustered in the middle of a massive circle of guards. Katrina counted.. there were five others handcuffed. ”Only five? she thought, taking sly glances at each one of them before directing her attention off to the ship.

“Forward, go,” a man shouted, and the soldiers brought all six forward to board the shuttle. It was all happening too fast that none of it felt real. She prayed it was a sick, horrible joke. Forcibly she was sat and locked in a thinly cushioned chair, facing the rest of the group. Her arms were awkwardly stressed against the back of the chair, her eyes wincing a bit at the position.

...Present time...

“And we really have to stare at one another this whole trip up to there?” she thought painfully, thinking should would rather be dead than face these others. Before any of this started, she was a very charming, outgoing 18-year-old Perfect. Her personality had shifted polar opposites, now a very introspective, silent person, unsure of everything. Sitting like this would only spark conversation, and it was the last thing she wanted. Fortunately her hair was long enough, Kat tilted her head down so that some of her jet black hair could shield her face as best possible. No one was her friend in this life. She had no room to trust anyone or anything. Katrina couldn’t even trust herself, for she didn’t know how or what her ability could quite do. These other five could be nice, but she didn’t want any part of them... this life.

There was a faint blue beam of light filling the dark capsule their seats were enclosed in. The red, flexible rubber accents that adorned Katrina’s suit for Mars reflected colorful shadows against the shiny metal walls. She did her best to glare at her feet that were contained to locks on the ground. To a bystander it was quiet comical to watch her stare so intently down at their shoes. It was the best she could though to make it clear she didn’t want to be coaxed into talking. All she wanted to do was listen quietly, get a few breaths in. Behind her back her hands were shaking in the cuffs, fear trembling in her veins.

Past Organic
“Tildy, pack what you need, they are deporting you to a holding facility for testing. I’m sorry girl, all we can offer is that which you have, pack and be out in 10 minutes.” Her old mentor smiled down at her, the only one that had not changed towards her since the news, so he was sent to keep her placated. She nodded mutely, trying not to cry but tearing up none the less. She stepped into her room closing the door behind her. She looked at what she had built through her life into a home, the organic company had been a lot more relaxed when it came to requests and other unnecessary things, wanting them to feel valued and free. She picked up her old canvas bag, bright red with straps that were always comfortable. It was not something she could do training in, but it could hold what she would need; anything she wanted. She opened her small closet, pulling out her warm clothing, folding, rolling and finally vacuum packing them into a plastic capsule that took up half the amount of space the folded clothes had. She shed her clothes in front of her mirror, quickly checking over the look of her tattoo. It was dark blue against the tanned skin and beneath each and every part was a small plate of silver; it was imperative that it did not look like she had metal in her, the surgery would most likely kill her if they took it back. Happy that they all lay flat and hidden she redressed in her grey ¾ length walking trousers, a black cami and her favorite black and orange hoodie that left her stomach and lower back bare, she strapped on the Organic’s emblem and tied their blue uniform jacket around her hips. She went over to her desk, flicking through her weapons, she would not be allowed to take them, she was a danger; but she would hide just one. She slid a small stainless steal knife into her palm, it was small and elegant, made completely out of metal; it was completely smooth. She smiled at the small thing hitching up her clothing, she placed the cold metal against the join between ribs. Her breath hitched in pain as her flesh parted, it was like diving her fingertips into living rubber; hard to pierce but possible.

Last Day - Government Holding Facility
She was shoved roughly into her holding cell for the last time. Her hair swung about her face short and red, once it had been long, falling about her face freely, but they had cut it off 2 weeks ago when she had arrived. She lay on the gray carpet for a few moments, her body ached and she would be glad to be away from here, no matter where it was. Today had been the last of her tests, trying to see how adaptable her ability was. At the start of the 2 weeks they had only been able to manipulate her power with her own hands, this had left her with long thin scars that ran down the ridges of her rib cage. She touched them while thinking on the floor, fingertips light against her skin. She rolled onto her back letting out a huff of pain, it was all grey here, from the clothes they gave her to the ceiling of her cell and she hated it. She behaved only because they had a written contract, if she was willing and utterly compliant in the tests she would be given her pack when she left. She pushed down on her stomach, the soft flesh malleable, letting the metal beneath her tattoos rise so she could feel them with pressure through her skin.

“One more night.” She spoke softly to herself, tracing over her scars now, old to new each getting fainter as her body had slowly accepted more and more at her command. The last 4 scalpel incisions had left no marks, her flesh parting eagerly before the silver tip of many knives. She got up slowly moving to her bed, her limbs were stiff, movements jerky. They had pulled things in and out of her flesh like a human toolbox, now she felt so bruised and tender all she wanted was to sleep and leave the world. She ran her fingertips over the red silt tie that hung above her bed, it was the only thing that helped her sleep. The slick water like fabric was becoming tatty with her needy touch and she watched the rich magenta sway in the breeze of her filtered air; lying down. The rough woolen cover was scratchy on her skin, irritating to her but unchangeable. Her mind ran over the checks, the only thing that had never been changed or taken had been the knife that lay warm against her bones. It was uncomfortable, the sharp edges ever cutting her parting flesh despite her best efforts to keep it still. She closed her eyes as the lights went out, enveloping her world in the pressured darkness, once suffocating. Her voice filled the room as all else of the world stopped; sometimes she wondered what they thought of this as she knew they recoded everything she did; every moment of the day. The words she spoke were of no language anyone had spoken in a country or nation, they were the words as toddlers they had all spoken to one another. The only time they had been allowed around each other like siblings, as they had thought them incapable of communication so young. The words were a broken prayer and she sent them skywards in hope that the next time she opened her eyes they would be leaving the world.

Present- Boarding day
The harsh lights clicked on, they had no windows so this was the only way she could tell day from night and she woke quickly. Her pack was chucked through the door without any word of thanks for her cooperation. In truth, she did not need thanks only her life that was packed into such a small bag. Atop it was tied her clothes that she had come with and a small note from someone. Freedom is not a gift but something you take. You are the next step for this world, all of you are. Good luck on your trip to a freedom that is both a gift and curse for many of our kind. May we meet again. She shook her head at the silly note, someone was yanking her chain but she would keep it nonetheless. She walked more smoothly now, feeling better for rest pushing through her sleep and letting her aches ease. She thumped a small button on the side and a small pod appeared, only big enough to fit a person without moving. She stripped out of her grimy grey clothes still peering at the note. She slid it on to the murky grey side, and pressed the button to open her shower.

The shower here was rarely used, in fact this was the second time since her first ‘experience’ and she was not looking forward to it. She stepped into the tiny capsule with trepidation in her every motion, this was like a torture in itself. The inside was completely made of rubber; puckered with pea sized holes floor to ceiling; it had been specifically designed to make self-harm impossible. She stepped into it backwards, placing her feet over the foot marks and watched the door close fearfully. Each hole suddenly came to life, spraying her with alternative boiling hot and freezing cold water. The jets put equal pressure, effectively stilling her every motion as she was sprayed up and down with suds. She snapped her eyes closed in time, yelping at the contrast of temperature, getting a mouth full of soap for her trouble. Every pore screamed at the maltreatment, her hair whipped about, stinging her face and neck with its sharp lashes. She had been needing to wash all week but had not dared to for fear of the machine, it could so easily fill with water killing her. Suddenly the water stopped, leaving her shivering as she leaned to one side. The blowers snapped on, high pressure air jets starting at the top of the pod, pressing hard enough to ripple her flesh unnaturally. It effectively squeezed her dry with minimum effort, cold jets slicking the water off her muscular body.

The door clicked open and she half stumbled, half fell out of the pod. With the click and sound of sucking, she knew the horrific thing was gone from her cell once more. She stood on quivering legs stumbling to her cot, as she went she scooped up her bag. She dressed slowly; pulling on the clothes she had come in, over her raw skin with upmost care. She looked at herself in the full length mirror, glad to look like her old self. Bright green eyes shone out beneath her violent red hair, enhanced with natural henna that was implanted into her dna, giving her a permanent tan and shocking hair. She had thankfully not lost any of her muscle over her 2 weeks of testing and looked as beautiful as she was made to be. She tilted her head wondering yet again what her birth mother had looked like, if she would have been proud of her mutant daughter or frightened. She brushed her long fingers over her clothes, unused to being able to wear color, it looked so odd in her cell and she now knew why she had been so placated staying here.

“Time to board Tildy.” The guard spoke kindly as he walked into her room without knocking. He was used to abominations so did not think her too creepy and he treated her kindly as she never made trouble. “Looking good Red Squirrel.” He smiled at her and she felt relief that she had not been given a ‘Perfect human’ as her guard, she was tired of them looking down on her. She smiled politely picking up her bag, she slung it over her shoulders before offering her hands up for cuffs. The silver rods snapped down over her wrists, they had been special designed to stop the powers of her kind and as soon as they snapped down she flinched. They made every piece of metal in her body grate unkindly inside her body, but none like the knife that cut her flesh grating at her ribs where it lay. She stood strait, doing her best not to move to much. The face of her single guard showed his compassion with her situation, frown lines appearing on the face of the once handsome man.

Once they reached the flight deck they parted, she nodded to him respectfully as he was replaced by one of the Super beings. He looked down at her with such malice that she could not look him in the eye, he sneered at her reaction. Pushing her along she joined the rest of her comrades, four other mutations that would not be accepted by the world that had created them. Behind them came the last girl a few years younger than herself, who seemed to hold as much loathing for them as the humans. She looked curiously about the others, they seemed to be all within 10 years of the same age which would be good, the youngest a long haired blue eyed girl, the eldest was man who had a few intriguing tattoos poking out of his clothing. She smiled, as the man holding her wrists jerked her forward wanting her to tumble to the floor. She smiled falling into a crouch, catching herself without her hands; with her fine balance. She crouched at the feet of the others for a moment looking at each, then stood as they were ushered into the ship. The cuffs would be deactivated once in the ship she hoped, then she could slip out of whatever was restraining her at the time.

She was strapped firmly into her seat by a man who held an obvious hatred of her, pulling the straps painfully tight across her chest. She gasped in pain as the knife sank through her pressured flesh, poking out of her skin by a few centimeters. Her eyes widened in fear, if they didn’t go soon the blood would show and her only weapon would be taken from her. She shuddered at the sting; this only caused the guard to snigger and slide away to strap in the others. She hung forward for a few moments, breathing through the throbbing of her heart as it pumped a slow trickle out. She watched everyone, they had arranged the circle so no one could not be seen by the others, a circular row of strapped chairs. Not all of the chairs were filled, obviously they were made for large shipments of people. She was glad they would not all need to be strapped side to side, it would make getting to know these new people less tenuous, the downside was that no one could help her with her knife.

Jacob sat in the dark room. The silence was oppressive..and the space around him reflected the tension he was experiencing in his own mind. Nothing was moving, Jacob had enough control over his power to keep from slinging objects while in an emotional state, but the rush of emotions was so strong this time that several of the more fragile items in his apartment were on the edge of shattering. He felt the presence of those who would come for him. Would he resist? Yes. All logic spoke against it, but no logic could fight the emotional response of betrayal and fear. A knock at the door. On the outside, a guard stepped back to kick it in while three others readied their weapons. The door flew open before the guard made contact and he fell into the room. Then he was pelted with books and a chair as Jacob lashed out against him. The guard was pummeled to death before his friends could enter the room.

Then the other three entered the room and fired the tranquilizing bullets in their assault rifles. Jacob could feel them..but there were too many. All but two fell to the floor before reaching him..but two found their mark. One in his neck and the other in his right arm. In seconds he had hit the ground and his last conscience moment was spent being cuffed and dragged out of the room past the body of the man he had killed.


The Next Day
Jacob woke up in a room darker than his had been that night. He couldn't feel anything..he screamed in protest. "What is this?!?" he exclaimed in his mind..and rose to his feet. He put his hands to his face..they were restricted by the cuffs but he could still reach it. All he felt was a cloth over his eyes, a blindfold of sorts. He tried to push it closer to his eyes..allowing them to see through the tiny holes left between the stitches of the fabric. His fingers pushed the cloth too far..but he didn't feel a pain in his eyes. They were gone. "What?!?" The monsters had removed his eyes. Why? Maybe they thought his power would be inhibited by the lack of seeing what he wanted to move. No matter the reason...Jacob felt even more empty realizing that he would never see again. Maybe it was for the better, and he could keep his memories of Earth in his heart without them being replaced by the cold world he was being sent to.

The door to the room opened. Jacob could not see it, but he heard the whoosing sound and the footsteps of two..or three guards. They pulled him from each side and he was forced to his feet and to walk with them. It seemed an eternity..mostly because Jacob couldn't see any progress that was made, but also partly because of the broken spirit housed in his body that could no longer feel the world he would soon no longer be a part of. He was forced into a chair and heard a guard say the ship was ready to leave. He wondered if there were any others in the ship..nobody was talking. He didn't want to risk it by speaking out loud to a possibly empty chamber. He simply sat there silently.

((Ahhhh! Really sorry if this post is bad, but I wrote it like twice (1000+ words each time!) and then my computer deleted it. At which point I lost the will to live! So sorry if it's bad! -_-))

Three days before
Reaching up a pale slender hand, she impatiently brushed tendrils of black hair from her bright blue eyes. The brightest blue imaginable, unique and certainly not natural. A colour was created in the Lab, the Lab where she now crouched, her chest rising and falling. Anger had flared inside of her for no reason. A sudden unknown fury bubbled inside of her chest, just wanting to escape her. All that had happened was that she was told to do a task that was slightly outside of her limits, but it was too much for her. She couldn't handle being told what to do and yet she had experienced it all of her life. "Ebony, just relax and stay calm." A voice buzzed over the intercom, crackling and fuzzy. Folding her arms, she glared at the speaker, her eyes narrowed dangerously. This was all their fault. Their world was full of lies and cruelty and she was at the heart of it all. She wanted to be free. She wanted to be out there with all those people she had seen in the pictures. She wanted to bathe in the sun, feel the grass beneath her feet. Just be free! To have a life of her own, to do what she wanted to do. Suddenly, the intercom overhead exploded into a ball of blistering flames. The dancing fire licked the walls, as Ebony straightened, her eyes widening in shock and fear.

What had happened? Was she the cause of the fire? She knew in an instant that she was. Fear and shocked welled inside of her, overpowering the anger that she had felt before. She knew the stories. She knew what was about to come. Chewing her bottom lip, her eyes scanned for an escape, but it was hopeless. Body tensed, she waited with baited breath. Silence had washed over the room, as the fire continued to burn in the corner, spreading further down the wall. Unable to look at it, she focused on the door instead. It wasn't long before the door buzzed, it slid open, revealing four armoured guards. Ready to take her.

Present Day

Sighing to herself, Ebony paced the closet that they called a cell. She glared down at the handcuffs that bound her hands. No abilities. The walls were completely blank, a shadeless white. Overhead, the sole light flickered, buzzing and crackling. No windows. Just a single iron door, with a hatch. Not that anyone came to the hatch, unless it was the pass her the meagre food that they said was full of vitamins. She doubted that was the case. A thin mattress covered the floor in one corner. Muttering to herself, she walked over to it and carefully lowered herself onto it, before laying back and staring at the gloomy ceiling. She was a failure and she knew it. They no longer cared for her. Not that she felt they did in the first place. It had been three days since she had discovered her abilities, in that time she had turned seventeen and been shipped to the foreign where she now rested. Laughing bitterly, she shook her head. The bracelet on her arm jangled slightly, causing her to look down. There had been no celebrations this time. No, they just shove me in a box and have done with it.

A metal click, then the sound of iron grating on iron told Ebony that someone was opening the hatch. "I'm coming in stay back." A uniformed voice for a perfect human. She made no attempt to even more as they door opened, slowly, cautiously. "Get up now." Ebony's bright blue eyes flickered to the door, where a soldier stood, adorned in his uniform, back stiff, eyes avoiding hers. Smirking, she lead her head back on the pillow. "I said get up." The guard's voice was much like his back. Stiff. He seemed to be prepared for the fact that Ebony wouldn't move. Silently he took a few steps forwards, his eyes locking onto the handcuffs that held her hands in place. He grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her to her feet. In an instant she began to struggled against his grip, fighting and kicking at him.

Growling, the soldier bent down, grabbing her around the knees and picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder. This only caused her to fight even more. But her attempt was futile. He was far stronger than she was. She didn't stand a chance. After a few moments she fell limp in his arms, sighing deeply. Once he had decided that she would walk alone, he put her down, tugging her along by her handcuffed wrist. Still she fought him when she saw an oppurtunity to escape, but to no prevail. And it wasn't long before they were joined by two more soldiers, who flanked them. There's no escaping this. She thought bitterly to herself, glowering at their perfect flawless skin and bodies, all muscles. Stupid perfect humans. Stupid scientists.

Looming above them, closed gates held her future behind their bars. Wasn't this what she wanted? Freedom? But this wasn't what she had in mind. She wanted to be free on earth, not a completely different plant that was thousands of miles away. Then again, she had nothing to lose. This was her future now and she just had to hope that it was a good one. But what if the stories were true? What if it was simply a graveyard for the freaks they produced in the Labs? What if it was a place to experiment on the flawed humans? Fear engulfed her, causing her stomach to twist in knots. Suddenly she didn't want this. She wanted her old life, with the scientists. Two guards stood on either side of the gates. They halted before them, as the soldiers exchanged some short comments. Glaring, she focused on the guard closest to her. He was tall, well built, strong no doubt and a perfect human, like all of them were. The glint of a weapon caught her eye. However, her gaze didn't falter from the guard, who turned his eyes to look at her. He too glared, as she was shoved forwards. It caused her to stumble and she was pushed again for not walking fast enough. Muttering to herself, she sped up, the butt of a weapon pressed to the bottom of her back.

To her right she could see a group gathering, surrounded by soldiers. Frowning, she was surprised when she was taken that way by her guard. Is that all of them? There are only five others! Before long they had joined the others and were before shuffled towards a shuttle, like cattle. Soldiers grouped around them, making them sped up when they fell behind. Everything moved too fast. Corridors upon corridors and then a room. Chairs were arranged in a circle. They're not serious?! She glanced at the rest of the group, raising an eyebrow. They didn't look like the sort to chat. And she wasn't either. Grabbing her by the arm once again, the soldier pushed her down on one of the chairs, the straight backed, wooden chair.

"Oooh, comfortable. I take it this place isn't five stars," Ebony spoke for the first time, her voice surprisingly soft, like velvet, wriggling on her seat as he started with the straps. The soldier grunted, obviously not impressed by her sudden ability to speak. "Well I won't be recommending it." This caused the soldier to tighten the straps even more than he should have. She winced, glaring at him even more. He grabbed her feet, shoving them in the boots. Giving her a final look, her left her alone with the others, a smirk playing on her lips.

Closing her eyes, she took a moment to regain her composure. Once she had, she opened them, looking around the circle. She wasn't directly next to anyone, but she could see everyone else in the circle. Avoiding their eyes, she looked away, not willing to make conversation with any of them. Ebony wasn't one to make friends with ease. She found it hard to trust and preferred to be alone, with her own thoughts. Though she knew one day she would realise that the way she lived was lonely. But still she felt no inclination to start a conversation with any of the other rejected humans in the group and she hoped that they wouldn't try either. Once again, fear took hold of her, causing her hands to shake, despite the straps. She was frightened of this new life they were to lead. The future looked dim for them at that moment...

Darkness and with a single light beaming into his face, almost like it was there just to irritate him on purpose. To make matters worse, he couldn't move out of it's way, being chained and restrained to his one spot in the back of the truck, his only relief is when a passing shade blocked it for a moment. The trip lasted for some time, having been moved from the small cell to this slightly larger truck wasn't to comfy for him, as he still twitched his leg as much as he could with the chains. After a few hours, the truck stopped, the doors opening as the sun light shined on him, blinding him for abit as the"perfect soilders" reached over and detached him from the floor, draggin him out. In the sun light, his restrains were clear to see. A high tech mouth mask, thick metal arm bands, and cuff like chains to keep him from being able to run. "They sure went for all the extras..hehe", he chuckled in his head at how cearfull they were with him. Around his belt, he still had his "belongings", his pair of makeshift metal claws and his collection of dog tags, both that the soilders didn't dare take from him, even with him restrained.

As he was shoved ahead, he let out a low growl at the gaurd before walking along. Looking ahead to see the "delivery truck" he was going to be in to go to his new "home". He examined the place as he was taken through it, his "tour" short once he arrived at the circle of chairs and was shoved into his seat. The soilders putting the belt around him to make sure he doesn't get out before they take off as they leave, one staying behind to input a code on the mouth piece on him. As the guard put in the code, Sikes chuckled from behind it, "Better hurry...I might bite your fingers off if your still nearby when this opens." Messing with the guard, but only to piss him off. Once the code was in, a timer began to sound. But before the guard left, he swung hard at him, slamming his fist into the side of Sikes face as he bruised him badly. Moving his head back to give a look at the guard, he chuckled again. Just like you "perfects", attcking when your able to feel all big and bad." The guard just turned around and left, already gone by the time the mouth piece came off and fell to the floor with a loud clank. With his mouth finally free, Sikes let's out a loud yawn. "Man, about time they took that junk off." Now able to have a look at the other "travelers" with him, he does alittle "scan" about them, looking at each one as he tries to see their restrain types and clothinggs to see what kind of "freaks" they are.

With his thick arm bands covering half his arm and hands, Sikes sat there, waiting for one of them to speak up. His leg still twitching as, even in this room, it wasn't big enough to calm him down.

Three weeks ago
Boris was excited today was the day of his final examination at the Institute. If every thing went well he knew that he would be released into the population and be out of this boring white walled lab. As he walked from his cell to the lab he wondered what it would be like to be a 'perfect human'. However, he knew not to get to excited because it might anger the researchers, so he adopted a bored and emotionless look he had perfected many years ago. Entering the room Boris quickly lies down on the surgical bed just like he always did. Soon all the techs where rushing about preforming their usual tests. However, this time as the results where coming in they seemed frantic and concerned. "Restrain him," Boris hears one of the techs say. The next thing he knows he is strapped to the bed and a man with a syringe is approaching. The man sticks the syringe in his arm and injects something, after a few minutes Boris's world goes dark...

The Present
Boris was riding inside a black paneled van. Siting next to him and across from him were four black armored guards. They hadn't said any thing yet and Boris did not want to talk to them, instead he reflects on the last hours at the Institute.

Boris was siting in his cell. Outside was a black armored guard and judging by the man's appearance he was a perfect human. "Perfect," Boris thought, "unlike me I'm just another failure." Suddenly the door of the cell opened and in walked the man that had been the closest thing to a father Boris had known. Closing the door behind himself Professor Zharov said, holding up strange handcuffs, 'I'm supposed to put these on you. If you cooperate I have been authorized to send your literature with you, as well as a weeks worth of uniforms for you to wear.' 'Then hurry up and put them on,' Boris replied. A few minuets silence follow as the Professor puts the device on Boris. As the Professor rises to leave he says, 'Boris this is not right, they should be excited about what we have created, instead they are sending you to Mars. The door opens again, the professor leaves and the guards came in.

The van pulls up to the shuttle launch facility, and the guards quickly force Boris from the vehicle and onto the launch pad. Boris was shocked to notice that he was the first of the exiles to arrive. As they turn up he is surprised to see that one of them is older then he his. Furthermore he is surprised to see that their where only six of them. As each of them is escorted by a guard into the shuttle he notices that they all seem to have broken spirits. He thinks to himself, I will have to do something to remedy this. Being last to board the shuttle Boris decides to walk in with head held high. If the guards want to see them broken then he was not going to give them the satisfaction. He walks up the stairs of the shuttle with a proud gait. He sits in his seat in the circle and looks the guard, strapping him in, in the face. Apparently this unnerved the man because he quickly leaves the shuttle. Boris looks around at the others and is disappointed to see that they still are thinking of themselves as 'human'. Unable to take the silence any longer he speaks up, "What is wrong with you people. Are you going to let them break you? Are you willing to give them that satisfaction, because I am not."

A woman spoke defiantly to the guards, so there were others..at least one in here. Jacob remained silent. Shortly after, another person..a man..spoke up, and addressed him and whoever else was here. The man said, "What is wrong with you people? Are you going to let them break you? Are you willing to give them that satisfaction? Because I am not." Jacob turned out of habit to the source of the voice. Blackness, the world was blackness. "So I'm not the only one here after all," Jacob started to reply, "you see, they took my eyes..and I had yet to know there were any others in this cursed shuttle." Then he continued to say, "As for them breaking us, it doesn't matter if they do or not. Broken or whole these are our last moments here and you should not spend them in defiance. There will be plenty of time to hate our captors on the next world."

Jacob could not help but be logical and cold. Emotions had put him here, now it was time to be distant from all and calculating to the highest level of possibility. This man tried to stir up emotions, so he was a fool in Jacob's eyes..if he still could use that saying now that his eyes were taken away from him forever.

Hearing one of the newest ones to come aboad mention about being broken, Sikes simply laughs after teh blinded one spoke. "Broken? Please. THe only thing that broke around me are the limbs and necks of each gaurd that failed at getting me." He chuckles to himself, hearing teh jungling of his dog tags on his belt as he moved abit. Remembering the soilders he took them from. "Besides, not like it's a bad thing to be sent from this hell hole. Atleast I can get out of some small cell." He mentions, returning to his leg twitching as he still awaits for them to be let go. First thing he was going to do was run off as fast as he can and stretch his mucles, that's for sure.

Looking around, he begins to speak up to see if whoever was incharge that might be lsitening would hear him. "Hey! When are you going to blast us off already?! I'm eager to get out of this dump!"

With all passengers on board and loaded, the shuttle could take off to their final destination, Mars. The soldiers had locked each one into place, then exited the room that held the circle of chairs. They locked the ship’s door for what seemed to take 10 minutes. For now these six were officially trapped inside until they could be set free on Mars by those who had the key. With a deafening rumble, the ship began its way to space. This journey would take around 24 hours straight, without any food or water.

Meanwhile,
Katrina had continued to stare at her strapped feet as the others boarded and were locked into their chairs as well. Though her vision was kept to the ground, her ears perked to the new sounds and voices of everyone. These would be the people who she would be stuck with on the entire trip up to Mars, so she figured it couldn’t hurt to gather information on each of them, even if she was just listening to what they were saying. The first to catch her attention was the woman with fiery red hair that was sat the closest to Katrina’s left. Kat could see her being strapped tightly to her chair from the corner of her eye. Yet, she was silent and seemed tense, in a painful uncomfortable way. Then a man walked in. She moved her head from left to right as she could see where he would be sat. He looked older than any of her lab peers had ever been. Katrina raised her head barely, just so that her bangs parted to leave a peak for her eyes to peer from and get a better look. He was fairly rough looking and tattooed, as well blindfoled, and wondered if he might be one of what they referred to at her lab as an “Escapee”. Katrina had read about those that had been found of abilities after years of already being let into the perfect human population. In labs, generally the human prototypes would be discovered of any ability during their teens years of growth. Seeing that he was several years older, judging by his height and build, he just had to be an Escapee that made it out of the lab in his teens without being caught, and that fact made him slightly more interesting. After all, how did he get caught now after making it through life under a microscope?

Then her attention carried toward a younger girl, maybe by a year than herself. The girl’s appearance was very similar and close to her own. Her hair was long, black as night, and straight, just as Kat’s. It was as if their similar qualities in hair and skin tone was a popular ‘look’ of their generation, or what was being seen as ‘perfect’. At Katrina’s lab back in Germany, all the females from her batch had black hair as well. The lengths were a variety, most leaning on the long side. As Kat peered through her bangs at the girl, the similarity wasn’t bothering her. They were created humans, and this was what they were given. Her eyes were a different color than hers, so that made Kat feel a tad more like an individual. Where Katrina’s were a bright turquoise green, this girl’s eyes appeared to be very light blue.

Then the final two entered the ship, both male that looked around the same age as she was. Both had an attitude about them that seemed defiant. They had every right to be that way, after all of them had been exiled to this ship on to Mars. No one should have the right to be forced into leaving Earth, it seemed cruel. Before, Katrina didn’t care about the malformed humans... now that she was one of them, she realized how bad they were treated. She didn’t feel like a freak, in fact she felt the same way she always did. The two guys that were locked into their seats struggled with the perfect soldiers, even scared them a bit to where the guards hurried off ship. It made Katrina smirk happily as she watched them exit the ship and leave them all alone. Then the shuttle began to take off. The sound was extremely loud, filling their room with heavy air pressure as they fought against gravity farther and farther into the air. Soon they escaped the atmosphere, and the pressure of their restraints loosened. Katrina’s hair began to feel lighter, followed by her whole body, as gravity no longer help them down. The only thing keeping them from floating was their metal boots strapping them to the floor, and the cuffs that were tied to the back of the seats.

“Ah,” she grunted, as the cuffs behind her back twisted her wrist uncomfortably. Two of the men began to speak, the blindfolded male and the blond haired one with dog tags on his belt. What they said was mildly interesting, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She wished there was a window to see out of the ship. The “not knowing” where she was began to freak her out a bit, and she felt she was the only one scared of going to this place... Mars. The blond man seemed excited about it. Where as Kat only felt anxiety. Her thick leather suit seemed to be the only comforting thing in her life now, for it was providing her a decent about of warmth in the slightly cold temperature increasing. She continued to be silent as she stared as the guys across the circle, eyes slightly diverted so they wouldn’t call her out.

As the ship took off, Sikes forced himself to stay up as teh force of the take off tried to shove him down into his seat. the weight of the steel cuffs pressing harder into his lap and chest as he tried to keep it from crushing him. The stress finally passed once they left orbit, feeling the cuffs get alot lighter then what they should be. A convinience to his point of view.

Sikes spotted the young black haired girl as she had a kind of worried look on her face. With that expresion, he could tell she was abit troubled by the whole thing about being taken to Mars. Feeling abit sorry for her, he decided to try and say something to lessen teh tension in the air around all of them. He sat back, getting as comfortable as someone can get with their hands cuffed with a large cuff of steel around them, and let out a loud sigh. "So, fellow "freaks", what are going to be your plans for your new life on Mars? I for one will just want to run around, finally not having some closed in steel walls blocking my way anymore." As he finished his little speach, he looked at all of his fellow "in-mates", searching for atelast one fo them to catch what he's trying to do and follow along with him.

As he waited, he leg returned to twitching once again, his bad habit of when he's in closed spaces. As he did, he felt a drop of blood run down along his face, coming from the wound the soilder gave him before he ran off. Giving into his instincts that came with his "side effects" he proceded to lick it like an animal would, stopping it in it's path down his face. Not really caring if anyone saw it, mainly cause he never cared of what others thought about what he did cause they have all been scientists up until now.

The ship took off. Jacob sat there silently even as another man began to speak. What a fool, Jacob thought, to be happy to leave this world for a cold, desolate one where domes were required to sustain life. But then again, Jacob was probably the only one here who had seen the outside of a laboratory..or a city full of people living lives that weren't filled with tests and scientists. He missed his home. He missed the girl who put him here.

That's not logical, he told himself. How can you care for the one who exiled you from the face of the Earth? How can you love one who despises you so greatly? And yet the same emotions that led to his downfall were taking over now. That surge of emotions right before tears form in your eyes..that was the only thing that convinced Jacob that he should be crying at the moment, but his empty sockets could not form the tears that would be building up behind the cloth that hid the destruction that had been dealt to him. No, the missing eyes were not the destruction done to him, they were merely the physical representation of the injustice done against his very soul. Logic failed once more and Jacob found himself in terrible pain, the pain of losing everything.

Leon leaned into his desk the PDA sitting on his limp hand in front of him. Six. That was the number posted up on the system, in a month there were six more malformed humans created. He puffed on his cigarette as he looked over the small office room where he didn’t spend a lot of time, the others off wandering mars while he sat waiting for the new shipment. The smoke filling the smaller room quite easily. He looked over the names and pictures that were sent forward before they arrived, most of them were the mug shots that the scientists took when the person became a certain age usually 16-18, and read of the malformations in their DNA.

Katrina -Able to manipulate electronics
Age: 18
Borris- Pyrokinesis
Age: 19
Tildy Bedwyr- Can assimilate metal into her body
Age: 20
Sikes-Able to morph his arms and hands into beastly claws
Age: 18
Ebony-Able to control and manipulate water and fire
Age: 17
Jacob Serrivin-Attuned to the space around him, and is able to manipulate it
Age: 27

It never really surprised him on how much information he didn’t get about the people coming in, he remembered in the past that a man came to mars for being a malformed human, though they never said that he had a fascination with killing people for no reason only to watch their fear and pain, and they see the relief in their eyes when they finally passed on. That was a nightmare, it took him and his team several days to track the man down, and about 4 deaths later they had him and executed him. He looked over at the Tesla rifle that he called his own, they were getting better at making weapons, now, and with a little more time they could probably have the components to build better ones, or even a lab of their own to see if they could correct the malformations in their bodies. He took a hard drag on the smoke and breathed it into the small room, standing and walking to the door opening it and looking out into the small vastness of the dome. Why was he still having pipe dreams? Something he thought that all humans would have malformed or not. He leaned into the door frame as he looked out, it would only be a few more hours before he’d have to take off and get to the new ship. He drifted off into thought….

10 Years Ago
Leon awoke abruptly from the lights turning on, it reminded him of the simulation of Basic. He had been in the simulation for weeks doing the training and what not, though he never went through it in real life he had the experiences, VR was good for that reason. He jumped out of bed thinking that he forgot to unplug himself and realized that it was just the doctor coming in. He smiled as he approached the doctor, knowing that it was time for his vitals to be tested and blood work, it happened regularly, since there were some perfect humans that had failed before he knew it was a necessary nuisance. “So, doc. What’s the training going to be like today, he smiled, he liked doing this stuff, the military was promised to him since he was old enough to talk, if he completed all the training and passed they would let him lead his own men into battle someday, a life of honor and glory. It sounded so promising, he had heard the stories of past war heroes and wanted to be one of them, a man whose name went into the history books.

The training for the day was supposed to be the hardest training, it was the Special Forces simulation, it had been known to test the hardest and run the hottest, it took a lot of juice to power this simulation because it took the longest and had the biggest effect on people, it was almost as if the real thing, pain everything, it all felt real for the sake of the training. He jumped into in ready for the training not knowing what would happen to him. A day into the training, the machine over heated, and began to spark, though no one really paid that close attention to it, they were more surprised at the evaluation of Leon, he had passed some of the training and was well into the more dangerous training, in only a day. The machine sparked one more time, causing a disrupt in the VR, long enough for Leon to wonder what was going on when it exploded into his face. He let out a yelp from the heat, and the hot metal tearing through his flesh, his eyes were closed long before he had seen the explosion, he ran from the flames, and rolled on the ground to smother the flames. How did he still have the will to do all that? He didn’t know, but he heard the door open and the extinguishers go off all about the room. He heard someone say over there, and then when someone got closer he heard what the….. And then nothing. He woke up the next day, his doc in the room looking rather disappointed. The doc explained everything that happened, the accident, and the malformation that Leon had, his abnormal Regeneration. The doc wanted to study it but the head of the R&D wanted nothing to do with malformed humans, so the next day he was being escorted from his cell to a ship destined for Mars. That had hurt him, he wasn’t wanted anymore, but what had gotten to him more was the fact that the soldiers that he was promised were the ones that were beside him going to mars, they had all been malformed in one way or another. No room on earth for anything other than perfect, he snorted at the thought, his hands cuffed. Nothing to do but wait for the end and see what was on Mars.

Presently
Leon came back to reality as the Humvee pulled up, filled with his soldiers, he smiled as he flicked the cig that was now dead, he pulled another and lit up again, walking out to greet his brothers and sisters in arms. They were the reason he had made it so far, they had backed him up, given him a reason to carry on, and most of all they had trusted him to make things go smoothly. He loved them for that, all four of them, enough for a firing team. He smiled again, the smoke in his mouth, he had things to fill them in on, and they needed to get ready for the newbies. There were six of them, they needed three vehicles prepped for Trans, they only had a few more hours to go might as well start now.

Ebony watched definatly as the guards left the room for the final time, leaving them in silence. Last time we'll see those stupid perfect humans. She thought bitterly, flexing her wrists in the iron grasp that held them. Already her back ached from being pressed against the straight-backed chair. Moving her head, she shook her head so that her hair was moved from her eyes. Shifting she felt the uncomfortable sense that someone was staring at her. Glancing up and to her left she saw an almost identical copy of herself. Shocked ran through her as she looked at what could have easily passed for her twin. It's like looking in a mirror! The only difference between them was their eyes. This girl had a more brighter blue than she did, wheras Ebony's eyes were light blue. That is so weird! However, she did not feel intimidated by it. She understood that many of the "perfect humans" had genrations that looked similar. It depended on what the popular look was when they were created. Frowning, she looked around the others, taking in each of their appearances and memorising them with ease. Silence had now engulfed the room, wrapping its tendrils around all of them, none able to find their voice. Fear radiated from almost each of them, but there was a sense of excitement that lingered in the air. Tension was building between them, as no-one dared to utter a word and then...

"What is wrong with you people? Are you going to let them break you? Are you willing to give them that satisfaction? Because I am not."

Her head snapped up at the words uttered from one of the others on board. Glaring at him she realised that the act was pointless, as he was completely blindfolded. Opening her mouth to response, she was cut off by another of travellers, who spoke directly to him, addressing what he had just said and similar to what she had intended to say as well. Instead of adding to his point, she closed her mouth, deciding to keep herself to herself. It would do her little good to get on the wrong side of someone before the journey had even begun. Just as the same man shouted out that he wanted the journey to begin already, the engines fired up. With a rumble the ship took off, pushing Ebony back into her seat. She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes at the odd sensation of going upwards but being forced back down into the seat. After a little while the pressure was released and she relaxed once more. Or as much as she could relax...

So, fellow "freaks", what are going to be your plans for your new life on Mars? I for one will just want to run around, finally not having some closed in steel walls blocking my way anymore."

The guy who had spoken earlier piped up once more, his voice strong and confident, something Ebony certainly didn't feel. Her eyes were drawn to him once more, as she glared through her bangs. Meeting his eyes she allowed herself to relax a little more, her glare turning to a simple scowl. She held his gaze for a while longer, before clearing her throat. She intended to find her voice and speak, after all this journey was going to be boring if none of them spoke. Gathering the shreds of her confidence that she had left, she opened her mouth and spoke. "Actually I intended to land on Mars, gain leadership, arrange an army and then send said fleet back to earth and take it over." Sarcasm dripped on her every word as she continued to stare him through narrowed eyes. He couldn't have been much older than herself. In fact looking around they all had to be around her age, apart from the blind folded one, who seemed much older. She was the youngest there, though she didn't know that.

"Does that sound like a plan? Or maybe I should simply try and lead a normal life, well as normal as you can get on a faraway planet? Either sounds fun, I'm not too bothered." Cursing to herself she shook her head, struggling in her chair once again. She found it difficult to react normally around others and these were no different. You'll never make friends this way! She told herself, as she stopped struggling and fell limp in the chair. Her eyes returned to the man who she had responded to, as she waited for a response. Normally people glared at her, or gave her a torrent of abuse, she wondered if now would be any different. Naturally she was sarcastic and it took very little to annoy her. It was one of the traits that she disliked the most about herself, but it was something that simply could not be helped...

She watched as the last of the soldiers left, her eyes for once not warm. This was not due to any untoward hatred of the men, more that she wanted them gone; if she were caught with her knife now, it would be beyond a failure on her part. The flesh around the wound began to numb, never enough to make the pain bearable. She tried her best to hold still, if she began to shiver or go into shock no one would help her from the ridiculous mess she had created. She hear the plicking of the knife over the grain of her jacket, barely touching as it poked out of her chest. If she was lucky her body would push it out with its pulsing that would soon become convulsing; passage eased by her slick blood. She had closed her eyes for quite some time, focusing her entire being on the feeling of it, drowning out the words that had been spoken around her. Her head swayed, chin resting on her chest as she waited.

When the rocket set off a small scream burst from her lips, she had been trained to bare pain with their torture but the pressure was unbearable. Her fantastic green eyes snapped open as she tossed her head skywards, her glittering white teeth showing as she bared them to the ceiling. The metal that encased them was dull and did nothing to take away from the knife that slide back into her body at the pressure, the hilt pressing against her ribs. In her mind there came the sound of metal scraping bone, she could see the white bone grating against the shiny red silver. Her heart beat as fast as a birds in her chest, thumping so close to the weapon that could so easily sever it from her engineered body. Each metal link that stayed forever half an inch below her flesh tugged in an excruciating manner as they attempted to burry themselves closer to her center, to their safety. Her eyes darted around the room feral, unseeing as the pain came in gentle disquieting waves. Eventually a long hank of hair fell across her vision stilling her to any further movement.

“Can you reach me?” She asked in a now rusty voice, turning to the people that had been placed beside her. The girl had long dark hair, beside that fact she could not see her face. Had she been speaking earlier? She had no idea, it could have been days or minutes for all she felt outside of her skin. She turned to the man on her other side, watching his movements fearfully. The people around her were so different; all broken in her eyes, whether they would see it that way did not matter. Each one seemingly unwilling as any to be in the rocket, wanting to be home or away did not matter, being shut in such a place was cruel. She wondered how long till they would be there now? The guard, her guard had told her that it would only be for a day, if the knife stayed like it was she would be dead or close by then. She reached up to her zip, forcing herself forward into the restraints, a grimace of pain on her oddly natural face. Her hand pressed against her legs and she struggled to reach pulling her zip down. In her mind she distracted herself with the idea of such a symmetrical face, they were all so perfect looking, so unnatural from how she had been taught and made. Eventually she reached the zip, pulling it down with a swift smooth movement.

“Can you reach and pull it out?” The words were thin, barely heard above the heavy roar of the engines. The dirty white cammie beneath it was stained with her blood, red pooling where it met her jacket. She tried her best to smile at the two beside her, they would have to brave if they were to take it out. If they were not then they would be too skittish and cut themselves trying to take it out; she did not want to cause these people pain. She looked up at the ceiling once more, waiting for there responses. The ship had not released them as she had expected, had not unlocked their hands. It left her utterly unable to deal with the beautiful metal that resided in her. Her head rolled down slowly, looking between them in desperation.

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Peng stood outside the entrance of the domes, where the ship would soon be landing. The long bandages that made his hair blew before his token eyes but did not blind him, only blocked his grey cogged eyes. He had been sent by the beast people to be their symbol and show them what kind and welcoming people they were. His cotton lips smiled, if he was the most human of them what did that say? Still he walked slowly back towards the main dome, he would give the message to Leon and ask him silently if he could accompany them to meet the new people. Though he himself had never been taught how to be considerate or respectful he tried to act as meek and pliant as possible. As he walked towards the thick glassed dome the bandages came down from his chest, where his heart might have once been and flickered out. Around him they shimmered and flew in the cold winds of mars, slowly forming his arms and legs; as he came close to the settlement the rough cotton became like flesh and clothes. He was the hollow creature with no true body.

When he was finally at the edge and entrance of the glowing dome he stopped, resting his hand against the cold glass. He would wait till someone came to meet him or he was called in, too timid to make the first move himself. While he stood silently for a second, watching the world that he had been born into, always watching and remembering everything. Eventually he opened his mouth, revealing the cogs that twisted and turned inside him; no one knew why they did this, it was not necessary to keep him alive, but spin they did. From his mouth came no sound this time, but inside the minds of all those within range came the soft fluty notes of his true voice. He sang to the silence of his world, mourning the silence of the outside in comparison to the rich empire that had risen within the domes, filled with laughter and life. When his song fell on the ears of the small creatures that resided outside the dome they came closer, revealing themselves from the red dust that swirled in the cold air. A Spoun came out first, thankfully only a young one, as he would have had trouble with a fully-grown creature. Its soft red brown feathers touched his cotton skin as it flapped down to earth beside him. It looked up at him from his knees interested at his song.

“Peng, please come to the inner gates.” The sharp voice came from a hidden speaker somewhere above him and he closed his mouth. He reached down stroking a hand over the little Spoun with gentle thanks, it’s reward for him was a nip to his cotton hands but he paid it no heed. He moved with slow graceful actions, everything about him yielding and gentle, the little creature following him. As soon as the outer gates opened it skittered away, afraid of the loud noise. Such a creature would likely never make it inside these walls as was likely for many of his kind, he was a rare exception and only because he was born in the dome. His bandages rippled around him uncertainty before settling once more as he waited.
(may i add that with your chains on none of you can save me :) please dont!)

Katrina looked to the girl on her left, eyes quickly drawn to the blood now seeping from her chest through her white shirt.

“What happened!” she yelped, almost uncontrollably. She cursed in her head, realizing she just spoke up when she wanted to stay silent the entire time. Obviously with this happening, that wouldn’t be the case. Kat’s eyes gazed intently at the cut, seeing the shiny blade that was exposed from her chest. It was fascinating, and made her curious as to how exactly that happened. It was clear that this girl was in serious danger. A whole 24 hour trip to Mars would surely be her death at the rate her blood was pouring. The pain alone might knock her out. Damn these cuffs... she thought to herself as she listened to Tildy ask for help. There was nothing any of them could do. They were all locked to their chairs, and with their feet grounded, no one could reach her.

“There isn’t a way, I’m so sorry,” Katrina cooed, trying to warm her voice. It was the only thing comforting she could do for the stranger. With any of their powers, they were completely useless.

Back on Earth...

“Where is my coffee, Henricks?” Jay Brown, head of overseeing the technical department of ShipX, asked to a lower intern engineer. The intern, a perfect human and fresh out of their university lab, nodded compliantly as he got up to get the coffee for Jay. As he was gone, Jay continued to watch the Ship’s monitors. There was a visual on the front powering station, as well as a hidden camera placed in the room of circles. Jay zoomed in on the particular cluster of circle chairs that locked in place each of the six malformed humans. He shuttered in a superior way, disgusted by their sudden “abnormal look”, though none of them looked any different than before. Popping in a handful of chips in his mouth, he went about his routine, zooming in on each one to make sure they were properly locked in place.

Each one appeared locked in place. Yet upon further watching of the six, his eye immediately attuned to the red haired woman. Some of the chips well out of his mouth as his eyes rose in surprise. This was the first time anyone had ever bled on ship. He zoomed in farther, close up on the entry wound. The sharp glare of the slick silver blade was easy to notice at this range.

“Son of bitch... she really got a weapon on board?” he spat as he rolled back in his office chair, getting to his feet quickly. It was at this point that the intern returned into the room.
“Sir, what’s going on?” he asked quickly, noticing the shock upon Jay’s face. He walked over to the screen he was staring at, then handed Jay his coffee. The intern’s eyes grew double in shock, perplexed at how she would have been able to get to this point. Not only was there a weapon snuck on board, but as well she was managed to be stabbed? Jay grabbed his coffee, taking a few concentrated breaths in.
“Before we jump to any conclusions, we have to be rational about this,” he muttered, instinctively reaching for the files he had on each of the six malformed humans. He shuffled through them until he found the image of this red haired freak.
“Tildy Bedwyr,” he stated, then continued to read her file out loud to the intern, the only other person at the moment that knew of the situation on board the ship. “Ah, ha! Son of a gun, she is the metal wielder! No wonder she got that on ship, she was hiding it in her chest...” he grinned quite coldly, laughing at her stupidity. “Must have not thought of the cuff’s own ability to cancel hers.”

The intern frowned, rolling their eyes at Jay, but not to where he could see. For this perfect human was more neutral when it came to the malformed humans. His name was Richard, known to those in the program as Richy and to those of Jay’s status as “intern Rich” or just “intern”. His goal one day was to fill the spot of Jay, become the new technical director. There was one flaw though that would be his downfall... his compassion.

“I’m informing the rest of the crew on this development,” he said calmly, sipping on his hot coffee. “You know, she is gonna die like that the way she is. Keep an eye on her while I get everyone,” Jay then directed, exiting the room’s door. There was no care of emotion in his cocky voice. That fact pissed Richard off more than anything. His eyes locked on the woman, clearly in obvious pain as she bled quickly mid-torso. From where the blade was sticking out, he was surprised it hadn’t cut her heart yet. His fingers nervously clicked on the steel desk frame, gazing at the flat monitor screen that showed Tildy in full color, blood and all. Richard’s heart went out to her, not wanting to see someone die in such an inhumane, cruel way.

“Damn it,” he whispered to himself, knowing he was in a touch situation. Under any circumstance was one ever allowed to uncuff any of the six while they were on ship to Mars. But it was possible. Yes, very, very possible. His eyes darted in the direction of the faint red glow of a button across the computer lab, along with a number pad. It was the one device that had the power to unlock each cuff automatically. There was a certain code given to each individual. Richard knew what had to be done, even if it meant he would be punished beyond imaginable. Yet, he couldn’t help it. His compassion won over his rationality once again. He had only seconds to find Tildy’s code before Jay and more would come back in, ruining his plans. To free Tildy from the cuffs, giving her power back so that she could work her magic, whatever that was. He ran to the extra papers on each passenger. Her code was #28463. Taking in a silent gulp, he paced forward to the unlocking device, hitting the red button and keying in her code. Enter.

Richard jerked his head around, eyes jumping to the video monitor of Tildy and the rest of the group on screen. His lips trembled as the cuffs fell loose from her wrists. “Oh shit, I can’t believe I just did that,” the young intern mumbled, gripping the side of his temple tightly. Seconds later Jay entered the room again, with fellow colleagues of his. The coffee he was holding in his hand dropped to the floor, Jay’s body stiff in utter devastation. All eyes were on the monitor, silent as Tildy was now free of restraint, ability fully returned and then some. Jay creeped his attention viciously over to Richard, whowas now cowering with guilt over by button device. He knew we was in for it. But he saved her life, and that was all that mattered.

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Katrina’s jaw dropped, eyes alive with amazement. It had not been 10 minutes after she made her comment and now Tildy’s cuffs had dropped, clinking to the chain on the seat. Her feet were still locked in place, but the power restricting lock was off. She was free. Katrina was speechless, wondering what was going on. This was a dream, it had to be. But... no, she established this was her reality now. Someone was watching them. Her head darted to the top corners of the walls, searching for a camera. She couldn’t find one anywhere. It didn’t matter any more though, Tildy was free to save herself. Maybe she could held them get free too, once she got the blade out of her chest. Anything was possible now.

Jacob heard one girl screaming in pain and looked up, unable to see but still used to reacting that way. Another girl tried to comfort her, but then he heard a light clinking sound..what could that mean? Something was going on, but Jacob had no idea what it was. Did the cuffs come off? He pulled his hands up a little but they were still restricted by the cuffs. Now was the time to make a decision, ask what was going on or just remain silent. It seemed logical to know the situation, but was that just the curiousity speaking? Whatever the case, Jacob felt like he had to know what was happening around him.

"They took my eyes, I can't see any of you or anything. What is happening?" He gulped. This was the first contact he had made with these people that wasn't intended to push them far away as he planned to do with anyone who crossed by his path again. Still, he found himself in the need of their help for now, and it was too late to take it back as of now. If someone was free...maybe there was a way out of this.

There was also an alternate way this could end up, if somebody on Earth saw free malformed humans would they not simply detonate the ship just in case they were to try anything? These could very well be his last moments, and the end for all six of them. Such a fate seemed like a welcome thing, emotionally Jacob was crushed by all that had happened in the last few days. Logically, there was no real life to be attained on Mars. Jacob had his chance to live, and he betrayed himself when he gave himself away. No, this was not his fault. Nobody should have to live the way he did, nobody should be engineered in a lab and then shipped off if they were not perfect. If anything, the malformed humans were more perfect. Jacob had the abilities that so called perfect humans could only fear and hate. It took multiple armed "perfect" guards to take down just one of him, and one of them still lay dead, possibly never recovered from the apartment where Jacob's life was taken away and sent to this ship that could soon become his tomb.

Benjamin sipped his whiskey, loking up to the stars. He glanced around him to observe the desolate red landscape around him, and refilled his glass. The weather was quite nice today, hence why he took off his helmet for his suit. Well, nice being above zero. He just listened to the music that was playing from the rover he managed to rent from an office in the dome and really needed a drink. His eyes glistened softly in the light, but with a somber sense to them. A soft sigh escaped his lips before he sipped his glass of whiskey once more, just collecting his thoughts when a new song came on. A really old song too. He had a preference for the music that was popular way back in the early twenty-first century, and some a little bit before that era. He Closed his eyes, as Johny Cash played quite loudly through the speakers enjoying his privacy.

Over the past two years, he had done little to make friends really. He never fought when he was brought here, technically he was supposed to be dead. But that didn't matter anymore, he wasn't a soldier anymore just a piece of out-dated tech. Before he knew it, Benjamin's bottle was half empty and he cursed, upset that he had drank that much. He quickly capped the glass bottle and finished the contents that were in his glass and stood up putting his helmet back on sealing it, and paused waiting for the oxygen purifiers to kick in. Benjamin sauntered over to the rover, with a hint of a stumble and plopped himself down in his seat placing the bottle in his bag, along with the glass. He didn't want anyone to know that he drank, he didn't know if anyone cared but that's just how he was. He began to drive back to the dome, he had heard that there were some newcomers today and should might as well check them out.

He glanced over at a humvee that he drove by, but did nothing more but count the people that were there. He saw five, one of them he had seen around for quite a while, ever since his first visit. But he never really talked to the man, the only time he could remember talking to him, was when he first arrived. Benjamin continued to drive, and parked the rover into the lot, and pulled out his I.D. card, and scanned his right forearm. He was checked out, and made his way back to his sleeping pod and set his bag inside a compartment that resided inside. He realy needed to stop drinking so much in one sitting, it made him upset that half the bottle was gone. It was hard enough to find this type of liquor, let alone purchase it.

Moments later, he walked out of the shower, drying himself off and got dressed. He still wore his camouflage pants from back 2 years ago, along with the boots. He sighed, taking a swig of water and ran a hand over his barcode that resided on the back of his neck thinking of his first 6 years of training. He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts before they would get the best of him and force him to drink again. He put on a grey tank top, that matched the grey in his digi-cam pants, along with the boots. They could actually blend into the interior of this place if it was dark enough. He grabbed his holotags, and put them on. He didn't like to where them in the shower. He looked down and pressed hsi finger over the little tab, and a blue small holographic strip would emit, showing his information. His rank, name, blood type, social security number, hair color, eye color, height and weight. He looked over these, with a slight grimace at the rank.... 'Captain'. He shook his head trying to forget his memories and stood up walking over to the docking bay to see the newcomers. Though he didn't go unprepared, he had his knife hilt on the side of his right boot, and his pistol tucked in the back of his pants.

Leon was finishing his inspection of the vehicles when Caitlin approached him her hand held out in front of her, holding his PDA in front of him, it had a message. He took a hold on the PDA nodding at Cait, she knew that it wasn’t her place to look at his messages from earth or the surrounding areas. “You know what to do Cait, get the others involved in the inspections also.” She saluted him, which brought a smile to his face, not often had he had his own men worry about the ranks that they held back when in ‘training’. He saluted her back and watched her run off to get the others. He angled the PDA so that he could see the screen, it was more of an alert, than a message. Peng was at the front gates, he needed an escort to the docking bay. Leon smiled at the note, it wasn’t unusual that Peng be around to wander and visit in a sense, though how he got the information that the ship would be in he didn’t know, less Peng had an informant in a sense. Didn’t matter, the ship would be in soon enough and he had to get all the inspections and get everyone ready.

He walked over to the vehicles where his team was, watching them look them over and finishing their inspections. He walked up to them and realized that he hadn’t done it to quietly, for Matthew looked at him and pointed him out without actually saying anything, everyone’s gaze shifting to him, they were all ready to go at any time. “Mount up people, we got a friend that needs an escort to the docking bay, I’m sure you all remember Peng.” That brought a smile from the women and an eye roll from the men, they knew he wasn’t a threat though it surprised them that he was such a pacifist. “Roger that sir!” They all spoke in unison not something that was uncommon when talking with Leon. They mounted the vehicles Cait driving for Leon, Keely for Jasen, and Matthew in the final truck. They took off for the entrance to the dome, Leaning sitting up in the gunner hatch his suit on though the helmet sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle.

“Here comes the cavalry guys, hopefully your not all in the wrong mindset, I am not up for a confrontation today.” He stated it to no one in particular though everyone on his team heard what he said through his headset.

They arrived at the front gates, he could see into the ‘office’ in a sense where people waited for escorts or to be let in, he sent a message over the PDA letting the person in charge know that he was there to get Peng. He jumped out of the gunner hatch as the door opened and he saw Peng there, not floating like he was used to seeing, but standing. He smiled at Peng warmly. “How is it you seem to know when the new guys are coming in?” He laughed a little, knowing he wouldn’t get a verbal answer and motioned to the vehicles. “That’s our ride to the docking bay, your free to ride in the front one with Cait and I.” He stated walking to the vehicles opening The passenger to let Peng in before jumping back up into the gunner hatch.

He looked about one more time into the distance, taking in the sites of the artificial atmosphere, it was comforting, but it never really held that homely feel, personally he was disgusted by it, though it seemed to please those that came to the planet, it was better than freezing to death outside the dome, but he wasn’t one to complain he liked it outside the dome, there were many beasts around to trade with and it was free out there in a sense, when he was inside the dome, he felt caged. When he came too, they were well on their way to the docking bay, all that was left to do was wait for ShipX to arrive, and then they’d all see what they had to deal with.

Zooming through space nearly at the speed of light, ShipX was well on its way to Mars. The blue jets that lit the black sky was leaving a long trail of light. Stars dotted the empty nothingness, creating a subtle beauty unlike anything other. Though the massive ship had sparse windows in the front and back, there was no way the six could see these magnificent views. They were inclosed in their circular room, around their circular chairs. The events that were happening aboard the ship were indeed getting interesting. Tildy, the red vixen of the six, was now free of her disabling cuffs, powers restored. With the restraints off it probably saved her life, the blade being able to mesh with her flesh again.

Richard, the intern from Earth, was fired immediately and taken to prison. The rest of the crew watched in the control room as the hidden camera viewed everyone’s reactions, mixed of shock and anticipation. If hers came off, what would stop from theirs coming off? Luckily Tildy was still locked to where she sat, with the boots that held her to the floor. Another girl was making the scientists anxious. Looking at the file, they determined it was Katrina. She was looking around the ship, up and around the corners, as if she was on to something. Being watched after all wasn’t anything new to Kat. Back at her lab in Germany, cameras laced the halls every few feet. Nothing went unnoticed.

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“Stay seated, um..” Katrina said, looking across at the girl who was uncuffed. She wasn’t sure of her name, none of them had introduced themselves. She continued on quickly, figuring names didn’t matter, “The ride might be dangerous.” That was all she said before she quit speaking. Her gaze then looked back to the ground. Though she was interested in how the cuffs might have been unlocked, it still didn’t change the course they were taking to Mars. Sooner or later all their cuffs would be off, and they would be living on Mars. What would she do with herself was something that bothered her. On Earth, she planned on going to a college and doing something in business as a career. On Mars, things would be more than different. Nothing on that planet would be sufficient. Her goals and aspirations would only be a dream unreachable. After all, what was there besides unwanted human experiments...

***

Hours were passing, each minute adding miles to their distance from Earth. Mars was in the distance. It was only a tiny bright dot, but at the rate the ship was flying, they would be there shortly. Katrina’s stomach as empty, the lack of her three daily meals getting to her. When she would get to Mars, she only hoped they had similar food to what she has had on Earth, in her lab. If they were forced to eat bugs on Mars or anything of that sort, Katrina would hate her life tenfold more than she already did.

Tildy let out a gasp of shock as she fell, eyes wide as she rushed to put her arms out before her, minimizing the blow. Her elbows hit the floor with such force as to jar them painfully, skidding up she landed chest first, knocking her head. With the air pushed from her lungs it was too painful to scream, the knife digging into her ribs; wanting to meet her heart. She lay there on the floor gasping for a few minutes, her mind attempting to muddle through the chemicals that now flooded it. She need to calm down, this was little worse than the pain she had succeeded to bare while they tested her abilities, though her body had enjoyed it no less. She took deep shuddering breaths turning to her side. The noises around her seem dizzyingly loud, echoing through her mind like ancient drums of war; making her heart pound. Slowly she came back to her body, rather than swimming in a sea of chemicals telling her the thing she inhabited was in pain.

Slowly she tried to get up, one of the restraints clicking free of her wrist as she propped herself up. She looked down at it in awe, now kneeling and sitting back on her heals; still captured painfully in the boots. The cuffs swung free only on one side, but she hoped deactivating the damper on her abilities. She reached up with deft hands, flicking the zip down the final click so it parted over her chest. She shed it over her shoulders, not wishing to get blood on her beautiful thing; it had been with her for to long to lose it to blood on her away from her old home. It fell to the floor with a dull thud, muffled by the noises of the ship and people; she paid it no heed. She pulled up her white cammie, baring her ribs without revealing too much. She sucked in a breath at the devastation the knife had wrought on her tanned skin, eyes fixed on the deep gash. She ran her hands over it nimbly, the knife tip sinking onto the tips of her fingers without leaving a flicker of pain or blood behind; clasping the tip of it between thumb and finger she pulled out a knife that measured from fingertip to wrist, made almost wholly of silver; to keep the blood clean.

“Uh, that’s gonna hurt for ages.” She grimaced slightly looking up at Ebony, the pain had already begun to ebb; her body healing over where the metal had been. Her eyes glanced over the girl, her hands reaching out instinctively to touch the person closet to her, trying not to be creped that two long black haired girls were before her. She touched the edge of the other girls chains, hoping to free her of her chains. As soon as her fingers touched the other girls chains she froze, a shiver running down her spine as its effects took over her body, making the metal beneath her tattoos ache once more. She shook her head glumly, pushing herself back into standing, She hitched herself up onto her seat. Her jacket sat over her lap, she nodded in thanks to the second black haired girl (kat). She placed her knife over the back of her forearm, away from the veins it might knick if something went wrong. Her short hair flew up about her face, flickering wildly as though in a gale as she placed her other hand over the weapon. Pushing the knife down into her flesh, her hand was hot as the silver slide beneath her skin, tugging on muscle and sinew as it went.

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Peng looked up when the door opened, standing silently at the fare more restrictive force of gravity that was in place within the domes. He nodded to the other man, allowing the final pieces of his heavy bandaging to fall into place for the journey. The dark grey eyes looked round and actually eye like rather than empty slits like normal, he was the ambassador; he had to look good enough to make the new batch to want to trade with his kind. His gears ground where his heart should have been, he was nervous; they always asked what was wrong with him to be called a beast, most did not like him afterwards. With smooth weightless footsteps he walked behind the other man, contemplating what he had asked; whether it needed a reply or was more to make Peng feel more at ease; which it didn’t. Peng had never spoken a word, he had a voice in his true form, but had never learnt to use it. Talking would always seem unreal to him, but at least not he only had to use his mind.

“We make sure to know of new traders, it is for the best for us to send someone like me.” His words sneaked into the other mans mind like the hint of mist in the morning sun, uncomfortable for the way he referred to things. “Yes I have not seen Cait in some while, it has been some time since the last settlers.” His voice floated in and out, not really talking to the other man as much, but showing willing to be ‘human’. He stepped up into the vehicle without hesitation, if something went badly today he would need to tell his people and in truth it was unlikely anything would happen to him. He liked Leon, he had at least always tolerated Peng; not as harsh as those who had turned him out as a baby, not wanting something that was never truly there. He was the lost child, ever wandering in the dark of the world. He was humble and obedient to the best anyone would allow him, his heart honest and pure. He looked up to the man before him, not an outcast, yet nor the same as those of the Dome.

(Sorry, its all I can manage tonight.)

((Lets get the show on the road to Mars! This post will be a tad shorter, just so I can get the ship to land and have the guards come to free them))

The inner workings of what was going on in the ship with the six new arrivals was trivial to the overall picture. Their new life on planet Mars was about to begin any minute. The massive ship roared through the silence of space, picking up speed when Mars was in view. In a blink of the eye, the ship could have travelled 100 miles it seemed. The technology of the shuttle was very impressive, but didn’t it have to be? It was the very vessel that was used in transporting some of the most powerful humans ever created, those of the malformed race. The six on board were only tiny dots to the scale of the skeletal frame of the ship. They would see it in full once they were taken off at the landing station.

As ShipX continued getting closer to Mars, an automatic message was sent to the soldiers on Mars.

“Warning, landing in ten minutes,” an electronic voice sounded over the intercom, on Mar and inside the ship simultaneously. Katrina sat in her seat, still in a very uncomfortable position by the cuffs looked behind her back and hooked to her chair. As much as she wanted to stay on Earth, even Mars seemed better than the pain she felt from the steel digging into her skin. They locked her cuffs too tightly, and the slight pain was gradually making her have a headache. The headache then was leading to slight built up anger. Growing very steadily, her anger was what kept her distracted from the rest of those on ship. Most of them seemed to get quiet after a couple minutes of watching Tildy be free. Soon enough they all would be, and it wouldn’t matter anymore. Instead, Kat’s thoughts collected on how cruel the people might be on Mars. If they all held resentment to the people of Earth, what would keep them from feeling resentment to newcomers landing? She would have to defend herself and be strong when they landed, as best she could.

Her ming also travelled to thoughts of the unknown. What kind of powers did those on this ship with her have? Her gaze rested on each face around the circle, wondering if she should be afraid of them or not. Her power itself seemed like nothing to Kat. She, after all, didn’t even know how to use it, or to what extent could it reach. She was able to open up a highly guarded and locked door, which still puzzled her beyond belief. When she touched it, she could feel a buzz in her finger tips, beckoning her to select the right numbers, the right password. Could she hack locks? Or was it more of an electric ability? The lack of knowledge on her own power made her feel helpless, and still very much like a normal human still. What if it was some freak accident and she was in reality normal, without any powers? Katrina sighed to herself, figuring it pointless to get bent out of shape about it. Instead, she went back to wallowing in her growing anger at the situation she found herself in.

On Mars, alarms began to sound. It was a warning that the Ship had indeed arrived. Those in charge of managing the landing got into their positions, turning on the massive light pad that would signal the Ship on where to dock. ShipX creeped up to the planet, slowing its speed drastically so not to crash into the planet. Those on board were shaken in their boots and thrust around in their chairs at the quick stop.

Leon and his crew were at the docking bay, in place for their routine pick up. As the ship finally halted to a stop, the fuel jets temporarily turned off. A high pitch beep sounded off as a garage type entrance began to raise. It would lead down a hallway to the passenger corridor. Here, a special key was needed to open the door into the circular room of where the six were held.

Katrina’s body slammed roughly to the back of her chair when she ship stopped. Where the cuffs gripped her skin, blood was beginning to bubble up. The land caused the cuffs to cut her wrists slightly. Not enough to cause any damage, but enough to make her cringe in pain and hatred for being treated like so. She looked around the circle again, knowing this was it. They were to be freed on Mars. Would she ever see these six again on this planet? Was this a short meeting until they all reunited one day? She didn’t even know any of their names, so she was leaning more towards forgetting these five. They didn’t mean anything to her, only that they all shared this same traumatic experience of being taken to Mars.

“So this is it...” she muttered, as her ears caught noise of the high pitch ringing that signals the ships opening doors. She would stand her ground, but still cooperate with whoever unlocks her. She would just about do anything to get these damn cuffs off.

Leon stood there at the docking bacy just outside of it, the loaders and what not didn't tend to like when he walked through the space before the ship loaded, something about the machinery and not messing with it. He couldn't help it, he liked looking at extremely difficult machinery, though he liked how to find out how it worked even more, Cait had rubbed off on him through the years, with her interest in Machines and such, it was now an interest to him, he had built his own rifle after all, he looked at it and smiled, well he had most of it built, Cait had done the rest.

The PDA alarm went off letting him know that the ship was coming in, about 10 or so minutes to go. He motioned back to the small group he wanted his men in their first just in case there was something that went down. He looked to Peng. "Stay out here at first, just in case there are combatants, I'll let them know about you and send them out as we let them out of their restraints." He stepped toward the docking bay and entered with the other 4 behind him, his rifle in hand slung over his shoulder. Now to see what they had coming.

The ship landed and opened, Leon smiled at how much that looked almost like a garage door opening, then the smile faded as he saw the long hallway that lead to the corridor where the passengers were. "Be friendly, but don't let your guard down, now matter what." He didn't look over his shoulder knowing that his men could hear him as they walked, they had done it before and he knew they could do it again. They knew the routine, do their job get things done and they'd be back home in a sense. He paused at the door to the passenger room taking a deep breath and find that calm place, that place where some people would be afraid to enter, but Leon had walked through it tons of time, it let him be cold if he had to, and he didn't know what this encounter would take.

The door to the ship opened as he stepped forward with his little team behind him. Leon stepped into the center of the room looking at the passengers taking in what everyone looked like, trying to put names with faces, some he could some not. He slung his weapon to the side. "I'd take it everyone had a devastating journey right." He caught glimpse of the one with red hair. Tildy he thought, why were her hands free? That could cause troubles. "Either way, in a few moments you'll walk through these doors and into the docking bays, there are paths that will lead to the exit into the dome of mars." He paused a moment looking as if he had a headache. "Life is not bad here, regular food, in a way, living quarters and such." He started walking around the circle behind the chairs, unlocking cuffs starting with Kat's. Making his way around the entire room. "You can release yourself, from your boots, this is how you do that." He stated squatting by Kat's boots and fiddling with it, it coming open after a moment.

I will be in back making sure that no one stays aboard, there is this nasty habbit of newcomers staying on board and blowing the ship up in the process." He stepped back allowing the room to do as they please. "My men will accompany you, the first two will lead you if you want to be led otherwise they're there for show." He smiled at his men knowing that they didn't mind. "There are also a few diplomatic beasts out there to welcome you to the planet also, their appearances are somewhat unique so to just warn you. There are vehicles out there also those are ours to take you to the 'town' so to say, it will be a short ride, or if you feel like it you can walk." He was starting to get a headache now, he didn't like doing this stuff, good thing was there weren't any tears.....yet.

The two male 'soldiers' walked out of the room, waiting a little ways down the corridor for the passengers. Leon still with the two female soldiers. "If you have any questions I will be happy to answer what i can to my knowledge, any pains please talk to Keeley there, she would be my medic. And before you all ask the same question the answer is 10 years." Keeley looked at Leon in a concerned way, she knew he would get a headache and she had the meication for him, though why he didn't ask for it she didn't know. Though she quickly looked back to the group as Leon finished talking.

"You're free to do what you want from this point on," He paused. "Any questions seek me out after you leave the ship and get out of the docking bay area." HE turned to the center of the room, looking at them all, cept for the black haired girl in fron t of him., motioning towards the door.