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Ryan Tran

Introduction

Clyde

I never expected my day was going to be this bad. A few more shots and

our aerospace carrier (Hope) is going fall, along with us. Its been over 40 years

since the last attack, before my father was even able to talk. Pardon me if Im

getting a little ahead of myself. I have so much to explain, yet theres barely anytime to do so.

My name is Clyde Mitchell, age 16. My father, Jason, is the second-in-

command in our military forces, and my mother, Marissa, was the coleader of

the science team. Keyword here, was. My mother homeschooled me on board

before she died. My dad took over and taught me lessons that I thought Ill never

need, combat. By the time I was 11, I knew how to evade, defend, and pull a

trigger.

There werent many kids at my age on our carrier, but I manage to make a

few friends without getting too awkward. I mostly hanged out with my 2 closest

friends, Mark Evans and Hope Morgan. All three of us all are different in our own

ways. According to some crew members, they said we had some potential. That

said We are the weirdest and strangest trio ever.

Mark is my age, 16. Hes perceptive and careful. Mark has short, brown hair

and aqua eyes. Mark has befriended me since the age of 11 years-old. He

specializes in tactics, cartography, and traps. He lives on the portside of the shiplike me. Hes pretty sensitive about his past. When I asked him about his parents

the first time, he just went silent mode. So from that point on I just kept quiet and

avoided the topic.

Hope on the other hand, is one year younger. She was named after our ship.

Shes friendly, but hates attention. Which is pretty hard of her since her dad, Dr.

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Alexandra Morgan, is the leader of the science team. She grew up to love

technology. Hope has black long hair and hazel eyes. She specializes in vehicles

and has a reputation for sneaking in to the library. (Which is usually off-limits)

Life onHope, our ship, is hard for all of us. We have our chores to do, thatsmuch harder than regular chores. Plus, sleeping through the clamor every night is

sometimes annoying, and the food the serve here could be quite unpleasant and

revolting. I suppose its notthat bad once youre accustomed to it though.

The aerospace carrier is own by Gravel Military and Morgan Science

Industries, theyve been partners for over 75 years. These 2 companies work

together and ventures planet to planet try to sell inventions and recruit people. My

mom worked at Morgan Science Industries and my dad got a job at Gravel

Military. Thats when they met each other.

People say Im lucky to travel the universe at the age of 16. But believe me;

I prefer living a normal life on land better. Apparently, thats all I can tell you for

now. Tragically, in a few more momentsHopewill fall, so Ill have to get to the

emergency dropships. So to wrap it up

Life here isnt that good.

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Clyde

The rain was pouring nonstop. I sat by the stream that divides our two

bunkers and cleaned weapons for the militia. I tried to process what led up to today

and what happen in the past month. It all seemed so sudden, yet Im able toremember every speck of detail. Ill thank the rain for that. Rain often calms me

and helps my thinking process.

It all began on doleful August 23, 2431. We were heading to our next

destination, Earth. According to what Ive learned, humans originated on this

planet. Figuring that, Mark, Hope, and I were pretty stoked for the trip. That was

probably one of the only times I was actually excited for a trip to another planet.

We were around 2 hours away, and thats when thing went downhill

Apparently, the pilot of our ship scanned other ships on our radar. Every five

seconds another would appear, until there was a good 30 attack ships surround

Hope, our ship. Thats when we knew we were ambushed.

The crew started the up the automatic turrets and rushed to the armor. Our

forces battled back pretty well, but there were just too many of them. My father

knew our carrier couldnt take on all the ships for long. He knew that would fall.

My dad ushered the three of us into the escape pods and explained that

everything will be alright. But from the look in his eyes, I doubted it. My dad

launched us even before I could said my goodbyes or be poised. The drop

ships went careening down towards a planet in the opposite direction of earth. I

glanced back at our ship, now engulfed in flames, one more time. And I knew I

should have relishedmy last few moments on our carrier earlier

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Our landing definitely wasnt what I consider soft. We pretty muchjostled

vigorously against each other the whole trip. Mark opened the hatch of the drop

pod. We landed in a light green meadow with beautiful patches of colorful

wildflower.

A torrent of water from a waterfall flowed through the meadow in a supple

fashion. A green forest covered our left and right. In the south of us was a cliff

overviewing a wide, burning wasteland. This wasnt very appealing comparing to

the peaceful, calm natural wonders.

It was much of a relief of stress to Mark, Hope, and I when other survivors

landed. But it took approximately a good 45 minutes until the leaders and co

leaders (including my dad) arrived. In total, there were sparsely any survivors and

only about 80 people present. About 50 people from the military forces and 30people from the science team. We took about a 45% crew reduction from the

mercenary ambush.

From here, we all helped in building 2 bunkers made with a combination of

wood, rock, and metal scraps from the emergency - drop - ships that landed. With

the remaining crews effort, we were able to craft 2 pretty rudimentary bunkers in

about 2 days, using the tech we could spare. In the time, most of us fed on fish

from the streams. Well boil them in hot, frothing water in the kitchen. Then, slice

the fish for everyone.

Our clothes were washed every two days by Mark. Hedpermeate it in the

stream and wring it taut or air - dry them. My job was to clean the daggers,

organize the armory, and monitor the weaponry. Hopes job was to keep an eye on

our food and water supply and to fish food. In my opinion, I would say our jobs

were pretty equaled out.

Then, Ill My thoughts falteredby someones faint voice. I go back to reality and hear

the voice louder and louder. It was Dr. Alexandra Morgans voice.

Kiddo, what brings you out in the rain? Dr. Morgan questioned me with a

gleeful smile on.

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Umm Im just cleaning weapons, Dr. Alexandra Morgan. I replied, still

startled.

Come on inside our bunker, Clyde,we have something to ask from you

Just leave the weapons here. By the way, just call me Dr. Al. Its much shorter.Dr. Morgan said, while coaxing me.

Dr. AlexaI mean Dr. Al, was quite nicer than I thought. On our ship, Ialways thought he was stern. Who knows, maybe he only acts nice when he talks

privately

I laid the daggers by the river and followed Dr. Alexandras guide into the

Science teams bunker. We pasted by the lobby room and made our way to the

meeting room. Inside was a relatively large room with a glass dome as a roof.

Some scientists sat by some desks researching some disturbing things like how to

manipulatepeople or if its possible to make edible grenades. The other scientists

were present at the main table. Mark and Hope sat at the main table and silently

waved at me. The meeting room was made out of metal walls and wood plank

flooring. Maps, and blueprints, slightly burnt hung all around the room. The main

meeting table was a large circle with a holographic screen in the middle. The room

was dimly illuminated with industrial lamps, like the ones youd see in a

warehouse. I sat down on a chair next to Mark.

I have brought you three here for an assignment, a mission, a job. Dr. Al

explained now in a much more stern voice.

A job? I think we already have enough. Mark mumbled. But Dr.

Alexandra just ignored Mark and continued speaking.

Earlier today, the science team has detected much power energy releasing

underground in an abandoned mine, in the forest. Dr. Al continued.

And you want us three to find the source of this? Hope asked.

Exactly, we provided rope, bags, scanners, and weapons for todays trip.

We also have handling equipment for you. Wed like you to find the source and if

its natural and not toxic Bring a sample back for inspection. If the mission

succeeds, well see ifwe can use it to fuel a ship. Dr. Alexandra answered.

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What happens if were attacked? Mark questioned.

Its very, very unlikely that youll be attacked. Plus, youll have weapons.

But if for some mysterious effect you cant fight back, both of us will have radars.

So if you get attacked youll know and so will we. Another scientist answered.

And Clyde, do you have questions? Mr. Morgan asked.

Yeah, Umm are you sure that well come back successful and not get

trapped? I inquired.

As Norman has said, youll be safe, guaranteed. Dr. Alexandra Morgan

emphatically responded. Now Norman, guide them to the armory.

I swear I heard Norman cursed at us under his breath, but I just pushed aside

the thought. Norman stood up his swivel chair and made an undulating hand -

motion to follow him.

Follow me kids Norman said unenthusiastically.

Mark, Hope, and I stood up and stretched our stiff legs. We followed

Norman out to a hallway and into a small room about the size of a closet.

This is kind ofsmall for an armory. Dont you think so? Mark stated.

What did you expect after crash landing on this planet, boy? Norman

argued back.

The armory was lined with futuristic daggers, classic daggers, prototype

weapons, pistols, rifles, snipers, and ammo. I just had the urge just to grab one of

each. But I knew better not to, especially in front of Norman.

How many weapons can we get? I asked.

Two is the maximum. Norman replied.

My combat training from my dad actually had a use now. Since when I

started training, I was always the best with pistols and other small hand guns. So I

figured a pistol and small dagger would be my best pick. I pick up a small magnum

and a small 4 inch combat knife.

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You sure you can fire a gun, army boy? Norman asked me.

I can fire a gun I mumbled.

Its only been half an hour since I met Norman, yet I hated him so much

Umm Norman, why does this combat knife have a trimmed - out side?

Mark inquired.

Its a laser edged knife you dim wit. Its battery is off at the moment. But

when the battery is activated, its laser turns on when its out of its sheath. The

battery is located in the hilt. If you want a laseredge knife Ill activate it for

you. Norman replied back.

If its powered by battery, how long doesit last? Mark question Norman.

Norman sighed and continued.

It lasts 10,000 hours before you need to replace the battery. Norman

answered.

It wasnt until 15 more minutes until Hope and Mark chose their weapons. I

could tell Norman was beyond impatient because he kept commanding Mark and

Hope to hurry up. In the end, Mark chose a sniper rifle along and a 5 inch classic

combat knife. Hope picked an 8 inch laseredge dagger or mini sword and a 5

in. knife. Norman activated Hopes dagger and gave us bags and packs of what we

need for our trip. The bags contained 2 medical packs, rope, emergency knife,

radar, grapple gun, a phone, a handling kit, and sandwiches.

Just like Christmas Mark said.

As we made our way out, the science team wished us luck. We walked

outside The rain stopped now, but it was still wet. I went to my dad to inform

him about our mission and bid goodbye to him.

Ready? I asked my friends.

Ready. Hope and Mark replied in unison.

Brace yourself. It may long trip