User:Justanothergrunt/Necros: Freecloud

Prologue
The young boy sat their, huddled up on the leather seat, his hands clasped and squeezing his legs, that he’d pulled up to his chest. He’d just sat their, not moving or responding to the two UNSC officers, who now appeared somewhat out of ideas for communicating with the boy. His hair hung low over his eyes, so they weren’t clearly visible, and even that seemed to refuse to sway, despite the air-conditioning in the room. One of the UNSC officers, somewhat older than his companion, pulled the other aside, as a somewhat disapproving frown spread across his face as soon as he knew the child couldn’t see it. “Are you certain he’s in a stable psychological condition for this?” “He seemed fine when we brought him onboard sir, I just, don’t know, maybe we gave him too long to think about what has happened to him.” “Maybe…he is the only one left; I suppose what he’s been through, he’s lucky to still be alive, and sane still to say the least.”  The two officers turned back to the boy, whose head had tilted slightly to stare through the window to his side, into the darkness of space. Shakily, one of the Officers approached him, taking the seat before the boy, and opened his mouth, “Adam, I know you’re time on Freecloud must’ve been trying for you, but we need details on the events that occurred there, to stop it from happening again, to stop it happening ever again.”

I
Isabelle opened her eyes to the sound of her alarm ringing. An outstretched foot, seemed to delve out from the blanket covering her, and waddled around in search of the high pitched ring. The foot upon finding it, seemed to caress it briefly, to make sure it was the right thing, before delivering a hard kick, that sent the device flying into the crack covered wall opposite the room, and halting the annoying noise. Isabelle’s long deep purple hair flowed around her gracefully, as she far less gracefully rolled off the mattress she’d occupied for the past four years of her life. Bottle of Brandy in hand, she pulled herself up to her chair, the only other piece of furniture that occupied her room, ifthe cubicle could be called such. This was how many individuals living on Freecloud continued their existence; the 128 storey space-station had been turned into a refugee camp not long after the start of the war with the Necros, and not long after the death of Isabelle’s parents. She, along with millions of others fled their worlds, finding refuge amongst those in a similar position onboard the station, and as it was manned by the UNSC, many felt it more safe than moving to another back-water colony.

The mop of Purple hair shone despite the dim and breaking lights that spatially covered the lower levels, referred to as the “slums” by most, and it was here that Isabelle had been living, amongst the foul-smelling mob of humans and Aliens, many of whom appeared covered in grit despite the lack of dirt on the station. Isabelle made her way through the mazelike system of corridors, yelled at by several Vendors attempting to sell somewhat suspicious looking meat and drinks to passerbies. Isabelle eventually reached the even more crowded flights of stairs, and slowly made her ascent up through the noisy mob.

Isabelle eventually came out to a far less packed level, here the improved lights revealed several benches, spaced across a wide path of grass, though either side of this path was the familiar sight of the locked doors of people rooms. Isabelle glanced around briefly, though she heard what she was looking for before she saw them. Her friends sat crowded around a bench around the corner from the stairways, and Isabelle made her way towards the group. “Hey IZ!” Jess, blonde girl shouted, ending the sentence on her typical high note, as though she’d asked a question. Isabelle nodded and muttered a hey or hi to several of the group, and slowly walked around the bench to try and catch a glimpse at what the others were looking at. A Young man with Blond and black streaked hair sat in the middle of the bench, proudly showing off his Magnum pistol to the others who looked on with awe. “So that’s when I claimed it was all some mis-understanding, I’d never meant to get on that level, and they just made me leave, didn’t even check my clothes for this baby, pocketed her straight after I picked her up and no one realized, so much for the Marines detection skills.” Another teen, surprisingly short for his age made something of a mumbling noise, before hopping off the bench and turning to his companions with a shout of “Right, ‘nuff of that let’s hit the pubs!” An Elite, who’d until now been standing from a slight distance, growled his approval, though the Majoran on the bench scrambled for his translator, strapped to his neck, “C’Mon, I hate that place.” The short man turned his head “Shinjit, you only hate that place ‘cause you can’t enjoy it, you can’t drink, we can, we enjoy, so you can bugger off, or come with, but we’re going.” Shinjit lowered his head, and made his way after the group as they started to walk off.