Zensaga

[Random Knowledge]

STORY

    In the years approaching 2050, Earth had become to overpopuleted to support life, and space colonies were the only option, our first target was the moon with colony Luna being the first one, followed by many other colonies.  With the technology proven to work, they continued by putting colonies on Mars, the first being, to follow the trend, Ares, and as with the moon, more colonies sprouted up colonizing the entire planet.
    The colonies were basically encapsulated cities, that were able to survive independently.  Most of the colonies were farming colonies, there to grow crops for the other colonies, though some were basically cities.  They had never fully come up with a way to compensate for the lower gravity on Mars and the Moon, so government run exercise programs are free to the general population, and yearly physicals are required to prevent bone and muscle decay. 
    This is where the story begins, these colonies.

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[Armalite_]

Spike walked out of the courthouse doors and pulled his overcoat tighter against his body before gripping his suitcase and walking down the countless concrete steps leading to the sidewalk. He felt a rain drop fall on his nose as he walked with the busy crowds of rush hour traffic that crowded the streets and sidewalks of the downtown core. As more and more drops began to fall, more and more umbrellas sprouted over the crowd like flowers to the spring sunshine. As the sound of the noisy streets were drowned out when Spike entered the subway terminal, the brief silence was broken by something else; casual conversation. Spike looked at the business man to his left dressed in a suit and tie at the platform, reading the daily news in the paper and commenting on the weather. He thought about being pleasant, cracking a joke, or adding his opinion about his snappy looking tie. But Spike was tired. It'd been a day of arguing and headache. He stood quietly at the platform, waiting for the train home.

[Armalite_]

Spike waited and waited. He checked his watch three times in the past minute. What could possibly be keeping the train? He sighed and looked around the busy platform. The walls littered with the same poster, property of the Galaxy Defense Force. Spike pulled out his reading glasses and struggled to read the propaganda. "The Galatic Defense Force is always in need of people to help patrol the Galaxy, so do you want to make a difference?  Do you want to do something of value for this society?  Join the Galatic Defense Force, and help fight the evils of these worlds!" Spike smirked. He looked down the platformat see two of the GDF officers chatting with one of the conductors. They looked like men not to be fooled with. The guns they carried were bigger than they were. To Spike, they meant business. The next thing he knew they were walking over to him. "Oh bollocks." He thought to himself. "What does a guy have to do to be left alone?" The taller one spoke first. "Sir, do you mind if we searched you and your suitcase?" Spike made a face. "For what reason?" The shorter guard responded. "Just a routine check is all." Spike was about to ask if they had a warrant but instead of arguing, he just wanted to get it over with. He wondered just how the day could get any worse before he took pff his jacket and opened his breifcase for them to search through. As the shorter guard seached his coat, the taller guards searched through his paperwork in his breifcase. "HE'S GOT A BOMB!!!" One of the guards yelled. "WHA-" Spike's words were cut short by the butt of a gun being smashed against his face. As blood spewed from his nose, he was cuffed on the floor. People screamed and began to run out of the station while some wanted to see what was going on. Spike was dragged to his feet, delirious. He was throw into the back of a transporting truck, the doors slamming shut behind him. The truck stared and pulled away from the street corner. Spike's evening had just been shot.

[.: ♥ Kiniia ♥ :.]

Walking. it seemed a common pass time for Scott. When he wasn't working, he was walking, just thinking up ideas and entertaining fantasies. He looked up into the sky and saw dark clouds forming. Giving a slight frown, he hadn't thought to take an umbrella or a hoody. Paying for his mistake, the rain began to fall onto his not-so-waterproof clothing and fur. Grumbling slightly he began to trudge his way back home, unfortunately he had decided to take an extra long walk today. This only contributed to his grumbling, the muddy footpaths soon tarnished his Etnies and soiled the bottom of his jeans. Upon reaching the roadside pavement, Snowy looked across the road in silent jealously at the various cars streaming past. He couldn't afford a car, and the one he is given is for work only. Deciding to take the tube home, he jogged quickly, trying to avoid as many puddles as possible.

Before long, the Maine Coon made it to the station, he was about to buy a ticket. Pulling out his wallet he found it was empty...He must've used it all yesterday. Taking advantage of the many people pushing through, he slipped in unnoticed. Making it to the platform he patiently waited for his train to arrive

(not in same station as Spike)

[.: ♥ Kiniia ♥ :.]

Scott whirled around as the guard grabbed his arm "what the hell? Gerrof me!" He began to struggle against the guards tight grip as he was pulled away "I don't know what you're talking about, let me go!" He flinched severly as the gunshot rang through his ears "Jesus Christ!" Looking up, he saw the guard fall. It took him a few moments to process what had just happened. Looking around he saw the man who fired the shot, dressed in a queer attire. Scott only got about half the sentence. "What the hell is going on here? GDF are supposed to protect us, why are we running...AND WHY DID YOU SHOOT THAT GUY!" He screamed out, almost going hysterical before his military training kicked in and he quietened up. Watching as GDF soldiers stormed in and begin shooting, he took one of the guns from a fallen rebel just for protection. Running towards a service door, he blasted the lock and ran through, hoping to get away from the mess. He didn't really care if the rebel followed or not.