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PLANET KRONOS

Humanity is faced with extinction as Earth can no longer support life. Luckily some of the brightest minds of the generation found a way to save the human race by building space ships and find another home. Planet Kronos, is it the New Earth or the last burial place of the human species.

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1 Human Era

Humanity is the key to Earth's survival.

That is the most outrageous thing that any person of our generation could ever say. We are not the solution but the greatest factor that Earth exists no more.

Human instinct always has been fueled to desire, gain and to hold more that we can possibly have. Mother Earth, for many years, have provided bountiful things and we took everything without anything in return.

At the end of the 22nd century, humanity faced it's extinction because Earth can no longer provide and protect his children.

Humanity had to say goodbye and created twenty huge space ships enough to carry millions of people and supply a hundred years worth of food. Of all the passengers aboard the space ships, excluding the military personnel, the oldest ones are of the age of forty while the youngest is ten years old.

Humanity watched as the place we call home be destroyed by solar flares.

For thirty five years, twenty space ships sailed through galaxies searching for a new home. It seemed all hope is already out of the window however leading scientist found a very interesting planet.

It is ten times bigger than our original planet and it is very much adaptable to human specifications.

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Ship#16: Raven

It's already five in the morning, but Maverick Warden was still up doing nothing but to stare at the computer.

'WAR DEPARTMENT. MAVERICK WARDEN. SOUTH WING 8AM.'

That was the message posted on the screen.

Maverick found very unbelievable that he was assigned to this department even though he failed all the subjects for Knowledge Module.

Orders are orders and Maverick will not face the punishment of disobeying and end up to the worst possible department, waste management.

He never had a glimpse of Earth where humans originated from except from pictures. He heard all the rumors from the oldies but he doesn't think that Earth could compare to the huge planet outside his glass window.

Kronos, the mythical Greek god, and also the name of their new home. His parents are on the Weapons department and all of their projects are classified at least not until later on when he becomes part of the War Department.

It must be anxiety that made him more awake than ever this time and that is a good thing because he doesn't want to be late.

He has time to spare so he opened a game application to entertain himself. Being a new second generation human being, they were introduced the war games, strategic puzzles and basic knowledge.

It was more an hour before someone came knocking on his room. From his guess, it was Oliver Brinn, his neighbor and best friend.

"Door Open". (Maverick)

"Hey, man. You are in War Dept. right?" (Oliver)

"Yeah. How about you? Waste Management Department?" (Maverick)

"If I'm assigned there, there is no way you are not coming with me. War Department all the way, man. My third choice. I am already dressed and ready to go." (Oliver)

"It's a bit too early but you wanna grab some meal? Wait for me, I will go ahead and change too." (Maverick)

"Fine, I will wait for you in the mess hall. I have something to show you, as well." (Oliver)

"Door close". (Maverick)

Only essential things are designed to occupy one room so just one bed, a table, a mini fridge, one table and a mini closet. When Maverick left the room, he is already wearing a white T-shirt, jeans and rubber shoes which is the same uniform Oliver had.

The sleeping rooms are divided into seven sectors and Maverick is on the seventh which means the closest mess hall should be a few minutes of walking.

Living at the space ship for more then fourteen years, Maverick daily routine never changed until today. The only thing that he wanted right now is to learn how to control a carrier and go down to Kronos.

"Hey, over here."

When Maverick entered the mess hall, he saw Oliver with some more people. Luckily, his best friend already ordered a meal.

"Okay, so my brother is on the Medical Department and he showed me this. He said it will be beneficial if I saw this before the training. So as a good friend to all of you, I am going to share it with you."

Oliver opened a video on his phone and their eyes almost popped out. It had a mature kind of content something not accessible or available on the ship database.

"Yeah, my brother had this for educational purposes so I was thankful he shared it with me".

It was a short video but it had an immense effect on the teenagers.

Finally, after finishing up the meal, they went straight to the South Wing of the ship where limited access are imposed on them before. There was a sign on the entrance where different departments are supposed to meet.

The War Department is assigned to Training Hall No. 1 and when both of them entered, there were at least a hundred teenagers already waiting.

Before the assigned time, almost three hundred teenagers filled the room. Murmuring sounds filled the room as they introduce themselves to each other.

Oliver already spotted lady friends and even tried to get close. However before he can get the chance, men clothed in military uniform entered the room along with some medical personnel.

Murmuring sounds gradually turned down and the teenagers finally took their seats.

"Good morning. I am Corporal James Felix and I will be your training commander for the War Department 20th class. Before we start, what we are going to share with you today is classified information. So, if you are caught giving or transferring classified information to people who are not entitled to know this kind information will suffer appropriate punishment. Is that clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Corporal James nodded satisfied with the response and gestured to the nearest medical personnel to hand him one of the bags they are carrying.