Worlds Apart
You stand silently by the door of the spaceship, not glancing to either side of you. There are human guards around you, each with a pike in hand which - when touched to your skin - will give you a shock. But they don't know that you have no intention of resisting.
The whole trial was a farce. You didn't bother attempting to defend yourself; no one would listen to an android anyway. Your silence was taken as an admission of guilt - and now, here you are. About to be forced onto a prison planet.
The door of the spaceship slowly slides open. One of the guards shoves you from behind, sending an electric shock through your body. Unable to help yourself, you stumble through the doorway, landing heavily on a hard, muddy ground.
You slowly lift your head as the spaceship takes off, the wind enough to blow your hair back. You don't feel any pain, but that doesn't mean you find lying on the ground very comfortable.
When you turn your head to look at the forest you've been dumped outside of, you find yourself looking at a rifle. A woman with long dark hair is aiming it at you, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you?"
"My name is Hawke." It's been a while since you used your voice. You'd almost assumed you'd forgotten how to speak.
The woman slowly lowers her rifle. "My name is Sky," she introduces herself.
(Sky has joined your party).
The whole trial was a farce. You didn't bother attempting to defend yourself; no one would listen to an android anyway. Your silence was taken as an admission of guilt - and now, here you are. About to be forced onto a prison planet.
The door of the spaceship slowly slides open. One of the guards shoves you from behind, sending an electric shock through your body. Unable to help yourself, you stumble through the doorway, landing heavily on a hard, muddy ground.
You slowly lift your head as the spaceship takes off, the wind enough to blow your hair back. You don't feel any pain, but that doesn't mean you find lying on the ground very comfortable.
When you turn your head to look at the forest you've been dumped outside of, you find yourself looking at a rifle. A woman with long dark hair is aiming it at you, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you?"
"My name is Hawke." It's been a while since you used your voice. You'd almost assumed you'd forgotten how to speak.
The woman slowly lowers her rifle. "My name is Sky," she introduces herself.
(Sky has joined your party).