Everyone knew that once they alighted the ship, they would not be children anymore, they would become cold-blooded warriors. Every single one of them turning against each other just to reach the highest of ranks, and avoid getting sent down to Earth. All silvers had the same aspiration, and to get what they wanted, they had to be smart, use others to their own good. Only the smartest that proves him or herself will be chosen. They pondered over their plans and refined them to the best they could during the trip. Little made conversations for fear that they might unconsciously share their plans.
An hour quickly passed for the busy, cunning ones, while the others were starting to get impatient.The ship decelerated and docked at Siron’s intergalactic starship platform. A slope locked itself onto the platform and a mechanism cleaned the air. The launchers waited for the seatbelts to automatically unbuckle itself. When it did, they got up and stretched out their bodies before reaching for the compartments above. Most of them, straight faced, whipped up their bags and marched down the slope that led outside. Or rather, inside. Siron looked nothing like Vadican, here everything was enclosed, there was no “outside” as far as the launchers could tell, not even windows. The place was almost identical to the ship, metal, white, clean, sanitized. The walls were rounded, making the corridor that they were standing in look much larger than it was. The commander spoke to the pilot of the starship before walking down the slope that led to the base. Expecting the commander to instruct them on what to do, the launchers waited quietly, watching the commander as she made her way towards them.
” TURN YOUR HEADS YOU LITTLE GOONS!”
Alarmed by the booming voice that came from behind, the launchers spun around immediately to face another woman, dressed casually in a black turtleneck and cargo pants. The launchers took notice of the insignia printed on her top, depicting an eagle’s head which had a green eye.
” Ha, just someone gal from the fleet.” Someone at the back of the group chuckled.
The woman shrugged the condescending remark off.
” I’ll lead you squirms to your dorm. Follow.”
She turned her back and walked into the aisle on the right. The launchers followed obediently, and soon, after many twists and turns into identical looking aisles, they entered a huge hall. It was a cylindrical tower with a path spiraling up to the top, doors lined the walls of the hall. In the middle was a huge pillar displaying tables with names and numbers, much like a huge scoreboard. The launchers whispered among themselves, amazed by everything. They had reached their door. A metal label by the side read : 56th GEN.
The woman put her finger on the scanner and said : ” 56th Generation toon leader Shiva, logging platoon. “
She turned around to face the launchers, ” Okay squirms, put your thumbs to this scanner here so that the door recognizes you.”
They did as told and soon the door opened up like an elevator door.
“As you have heard, I am your toon leader and you may address me by my name.” She paused for a moment,” Choose your bunks and put your trash down, you can settle in later.”
The launchers placed their bags on the bunks either above or below and went back out, jogging to catch up with their toon leader who has already made her way down and gone off.