Life on Planet Limbo
You close the kit, placing it gently in your knapsack before stringing it over your shoulder. You step out of your room, and glance back one last time. It has been your home for the last three years, and now you will never see it again.
Breathing a loud sigh, you press the close button on the door, and turn back and head towards the bay.
After a few minutes of walking, you come to a large group of people waiting to get into the bay. You stand on your tip toes to look over the crowd, to see a few Shuttle Officials directing people a few at a time on where to be seated.
It's finally your turn.
A man in Navy Blue combat armor beckons you forth.
"You'll be on the second dropship," he says handing you a holocard, pointing you to a large hangar door with people filing inside it
The crowd was hectic and hard to push through until you reach another combat clad man. "Holocard?" he asks, almost looking through you, monitoring the crowd.
"Oh, yeah," you say, holding out the card.
He takes the card and steps aside, allowing you to enter.
You step into the drop ship. It wasn't what you expected. The seats were small and close together. The belt buckles were tight and worn. Electrical wire hung from the ceiling, and the pilots door was stuck half way open. The ship has one little hallway with seats lining either side.
"Is this a combat ship fitted with seats?" You ask, ignored.
You step forward as people push and bump into you to get into seats, filling up fairly quickly.
"MOVE!" You hear someone from behind yell.
You sit in one of the seats, with people squeezing past you to find their own seats. Your knapsack rest in your lap, with people on either side of you shoving their knees against yours.
The hangar door closes as the co-pilot gets up and squeezes through the pilot's door.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen," he said, brushing his hair behind his ear. "We will be leaving momentarily. first I'm going to make sure your belts are on properly"
He made his way through one row, checking everyone's belts with a hard tug.
When he got to yours, he pulled hard without even really looking at you.
"Is this proper protocol?" You ask.
"Excuse me?" He paused, shocked anyone would talk to him.
"This isn't even a real safety check, you're not even looking closely."
"This is my job, if you don't like it, take it up with the commander at the base," he snapped.
Breathing a loud sigh, you press the close button on the door, and turn back and head towards the bay.
After a few minutes of walking, you come to a large group of people waiting to get into the bay. You stand on your tip toes to look over the crowd, to see a few Shuttle Officials directing people a few at a time on where to be seated.
It's finally your turn.
A man in Navy Blue combat armor beckons you forth.
"You'll be on the second dropship," he says handing you a holocard, pointing you to a large hangar door with people filing inside it
The crowd was hectic and hard to push through until you reach another combat clad man. "Holocard?" he asks, almost looking through you, monitoring the crowd.
"Oh, yeah," you say, holding out the card.
He takes the card and steps aside, allowing you to enter.
You step into the drop ship. It wasn't what you expected. The seats were small and close together. The belt buckles were tight and worn. Electrical wire hung from the ceiling, and the pilots door was stuck half way open. The ship has one little hallway with seats lining either side.
"Is this a combat ship fitted with seats?" You ask, ignored.
You step forward as people push and bump into you to get into seats, filling up fairly quickly.
"MOVE!" You hear someone from behind yell.
You sit in one of the seats, with people squeezing past you to find their own seats. Your knapsack rest in your lap, with people on either side of you shoving their knees against yours.
The hangar door closes as the co-pilot gets up and squeezes through the pilot's door.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen," he said, brushing his hair behind his ear. "We will be leaving momentarily. first I'm going to make sure your belts are on properly"
He made his way through one row, checking everyone's belts with a hard tug.
When he got to yours, he pulled hard without even really looking at you.
"Is this proper protocol?" You ask.
"Excuse me?" He paused, shocked anyone would talk to him.
"This isn't even a real safety check, you're not even looking closely."
"This is my job, if you don't like it, take it up with the commander at the base," he snapped.