Ark: Object Of Extinction

Chapter Two: Perfect World

“…Two…One…” The pod jolted. Followed by a bang. Everything went dark, and cold. Ethan turned to look out the only window in the pod. Space, endless space filled the view. “What happens to earth now?” He asked. “According to scientists, the gravity will falter, the atmospheric layers will shrink, causing all oxygen to disappear into endless space.” The officer next to me replied. The pod jerked again. Light filled the window. The sound of gears turning filled my ears. The door hissed open. Two officers greeted us. “Welcome citizens, to TUR’s very own planet, The ARK.” One said. “Citizens…?” I asked. “I think there must be a mistake, I am Commander Percival. I am obviously your superior officer.” I said. One of the officers raised his eyebrows. “You are Commander Percival, Of England, but up here, you are just another citizen, you are to obey every officer you see. You can identify an officer by their red outfits.” The officer said, while attempting to hide a smile. I felt my face go red. Ethan looked at me expectantly. “Now if you please, sir, follow us to the welcome center. The head of TUR is awaiting the last of the survivors arrival.” The first officer stated. He motioned for us to follow. As we walked down the hallway I noticed the walls were made of glass, showing the inside of what looked like a factory. Men in white suits were operating on a single machine there. ‘Probably attempting to create a new bomb of sorts…’ I thought. It looked like a very small bomb, if it even was one, it was Diamond shaped. “This way sir.” The first officer said, he lead us into a large room, filled with officers in blue suits, from earth. I stood next to my fellow commanders. They all looked equally infuriated as I did. Except for Josh, he was from Ohio, I’m guessing he had already seen his fair share of odd things. The last of the officers settled into the room. The officer with red suits walked over in front of the doors. Weapons extended. Which did not make me feel any better about the situation. In the center of the room, a large platform extended up from the floor. A large projection of a man appeared on it. The man was young, in his thirties or so, he had brown short hair, green eyes, tight white skin(you could nearly see his skull),and a black uniform. “Greetings, subjects of The United Republic. I am General Norman, representative of The United Republic high council. I apologize that I cannot greet you all in person. As a token of the councils appreciation that you all stayed loyal to our cause, you will all be branded with the TUR ARK Logo, anyone who sees that logo will respect you, and yes, this does mean that you are not alone on this ARK, we have many occupants. We transferred them over way before we did you. That is all for now. Thank you.”

The crowd began talking amongst themselves. “Well, some sense of authority is better than none.” The commander next to me said. “Agreed.” I replied. An officer walked up. “Excuse me sirs, will you follow me to the branding station.” The officer asked. I nodded. We followed the officer to a small machine that looked similar to a table saw. “Put your left hand under there.” The officer said, while pointing towards a small hole. I put my hand under. An electric jolt shot through me. I froze. Pain shot through my wrist. No matter how much I tried, I could not move. Finally the pain stopped, I removed my hand. A small Diamond shaped tattoo was on my left wrist. The officer led me to what would be my sleeping chambers. It was a small room, a cabinet sat next to a white bunk bed. Another cabinet was hooked on the wall next to the top bed. “Excuse me sir, who else is sleeping in here?” I asked. Another guard walked in, followed by Ethan. “This guy.” The guard said. I resisted the urge to groan. The guards laughed and exited the room, locking the door behind them. I sat on the bottom bunk, and opened the cabinet. Various items were in it, a pencil, a magnifying glass, a notebook, and a book labeled, A Guide to The Creation of The ARK. I picked up the magnifying glass and held it to up to the tattoo. The lines that made up the sides were very squiggly, then I noticed, they weren’t lines at all, they were letters. It was two words repeated over and over again: Contestant One.

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By MGG