Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 12:50:45 GMT -5
Fenton
Cypress Falls
11:13 A.M - Alliance Standard Time
The train had come into the station at Cypress Falls late in the morning. The ride in had been very fast, many people noticing that the train had been going quite a bit faster then it normally would. But given the circumstances, no one seemed to complain. The trip had been one with tears, mixed anger, and fear. All the way through, people tried to help each other where they could. A small group of medical technicians had been making trips up and down the ships helping people. There wasn’t a whole lot they could do, but no one died the whole way over. Instead they all just sat in grief of what they had all seen, of what they had all survived.
Everyone got off when it had arrived, not having any reason to stay on. Federal troops were all around, but their numbers were dwarfed by the mass of people there. This train wasn’t the first to have arrived. As a result there were people everywhere. They spilled out all around, and waited for any bit of information, or looked for people they knew. But such things weren’t likely, and they all knew it. After an hour there was an announcement. All persons that were needed transport to somewhere would have their expenses covered by the Alliance. Because of this, many of the people who had been alone from the start, began boarding vessels. Even those that hadn’t been anywhere near Za-Za during the disaster were taking advantage of this singular opportunity. As well they should, as the Alliance didn’t have any idea who had come from Za-Za.
As such people were clustering near vessel staging areas, as just about every freighter in the quadrant had come to land on Greenleaf. There were many transports of different types all along a staging area just outside of the city, very near to the train station. After a bit of time getting their bearings, the group found themselves there as well. A man with a hat and mustache approached the short young de facto leader of their group, Marcus. ”Hey there sir.” He said with an accent that could come from the impoverished areas of Londinium. ”Seems you need a place ta go. And you’re in luck, I aint picked up anyone yet, and I could be goin’ anywhere. Tell ya what, I’ll let you pick the destination. Anywhere ya wanna go, I’ll take ya there on my babe here.” He said motioning towards a Swan Vesta Class-Freighter, which was behind him. ”Wha-da-ya say, where ya wantin’ to go?” He asked with a great confidence.
Cypress Falls
11:13 A.M - Alliance Standard Time
The train had come into the station at Cypress Falls late in the morning. The ride in had been very fast, many people noticing that the train had been going quite a bit faster then it normally would. But given the circumstances, no one seemed to complain. The trip had been one with tears, mixed anger, and fear. All the way through, people tried to help each other where they could. A small group of medical technicians had been making trips up and down the ships helping people. There wasn’t a whole lot they could do, but no one died the whole way over. Instead they all just sat in grief of what they had all seen, of what they had all survived.
Everyone got off when it had arrived, not having any reason to stay on. Federal troops were all around, but their numbers were dwarfed by the mass of people there. This train wasn’t the first to have arrived. As a result there were people everywhere. They spilled out all around, and waited for any bit of information, or looked for people they knew. But such things weren’t likely, and they all knew it. After an hour there was an announcement. All persons that were needed transport to somewhere would have their expenses covered by the Alliance. Because of this, many of the people who had been alone from the start, began boarding vessels. Even those that hadn’t been anywhere near Za-Za during the disaster were taking advantage of this singular opportunity. As well they should, as the Alliance didn’t have any idea who had come from Za-Za.
As such people were clustering near vessel staging areas, as just about every freighter in the quadrant had come to land on Greenleaf. There were many transports of different types all along a staging area just outside of the city, very near to the train station. After a bit of time getting their bearings, the group found themselves there as well. A man with a hat and mustache approached the short young de facto leader of their group, Marcus. ”Hey there sir.” He said with an accent that could come from the impoverished areas of Londinium. ”Seems you need a place ta go. And you’re in luck, I aint picked up anyone yet, and I could be goin’ anywhere. Tell ya what, I’ll let you pick the destination. Anywhere ya wanna go, I’ll take ya there on my babe here.” He said motioning towards a Swan Vesta Class-Freighter, which was behind him. ”Wha-da-ya say, where ya wantin’ to go?” He asked with a great confidence.
