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"Your father's a dick, Wells!"
Some of the others snickered. Wells couldn't really blame them, his father just said that all of them - including his own son - were expendable. That kinda meant he's an asshole.
The dropship trembled violently and some girl screeched in fear. Wells gripped his seat harder and clenched his jaw. The trip wasn't exactly pleasant, he had to admit. At some point somebody cheered: "Spacewalker!" and "Go, Finn!" and Wells turned to see.
A boy, with a wool hat on his head and a confident smile on his lips, was standing there - ok, more like floating there, horizontally - with his arms crossed. Far away from his seat. The boy studied him for a moment, weighing him, while Wells just stared back at him thinking 'you're an idiot go sit down', but without actually saying it.
"Check it out. Your dad floated me after all."
Ok, ouch. "You should strap in before the parachutes open." he answered, maintaining the calm.
Obviously, you find an idiot? Other two must follow. In fact, two boys started unbuckling their seat belts to go float like that jerk. "Hey, you two! Sit down and strap in, it's dangerous!" Wells yelled at them, but obviously they just ignored him and started floating, followed by cheers and whistles. The boy with the wool hat started talking to him again.
"You're the son of the chancellor, what are you doing here?"
"And you're the idiot who wasted three months of oxygen for a five minutes spacewalk." he said, deadpan, carefully avoiding the boy's question.
He just smirked. "It was fun!"
Wells arched an eyebrow at him. He heard his dad say: "Mount Weather is life. You have to look for those supplies immediately." then something went wrong with the transmission and the screen went multicolor. No trace of his father. Wells was about to answer Finn when the parashutes shot open and the dropship jolted violently, sending the three floating boys against the hard metal.
He told them so, as bad as it sounded.
When finally the ship landed on the ground, someone checked on them. The two boys were dead, Finn was alive. Wells stretched out a hand to help the boy to his feet and, only a moment later, everyone was pushing everyone to get to the door first. He saw a tall guy, dressed like a guard, standing there and hugging tightly a small girl with long black hair. Then somebody said something about the girl - they were loud, Wells couldn't really make out everything they were saying - and she looked ready to kick some ass.Her brother stopped her grabbing her arm.
"Octavia, Octavia no!"
She turned to look at him, trying to wiggle out his hold.
"Let's give them something else to remember you by."
"Yeah, like what?"
The guy - Bellamy - smiled slightly at his little sister. "Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years."
That seemed to calm the girl down, enough that her brother let her go and turned to pull the lever. The door opened.
A wave of fresh air, with the sweet smell of nature and earth invaded the dropship. Little noises caught their attention, the whisper of the wind, the chirping of the birds among the trees. Wells stood there, like the others, just watching Octavia walk towards the exit and stop at the edge. She jumped down and breathed deeply.
Then she lifted her fists in the air and screamed: "WE'RE BACK, BITCHES!"
TonDC
"We should send the scouts." Clarke said, completely in her leading self. "Tell them to stay hidden, don't engage in any kind of contact unless is strictly necessary. They just have to watch, gain information."
Everyone in the tent nodded.
The moment that thing fell from the sky, they had called in a meeting. Now Clarke, Anya, Indra and Colan - the chief scout - were making plans in the general's tent.
"What about the Mountain. Surely they have seen it too. What if they try to get there first?" Anya asked.
Clarke thought about it for a moment, biting her lip. "What do you suggest?"
Her mother pointed at the small river on the map with her finger. "We warn our guards at the boundary. Usually they only watch one side of the river, we tell them to make sure nobody cross it from either side." she said, her voice firm.
Indra knitted her eyebrows, slightly confused and worried. "From either side? You think these sky people will try to get to the Mountain?"
"Why not?" Anya answered. "For what we know, from what Clarke has been able to tell us, they are more similar to them. What if they try to get an alliance, their technology could wipe us out."
"She's right." Clarke chimed in. "For what I remember, they use the technology for most things, they aren't warriors. They wouldn't try an alliance with us first, but with them. They're similar." The blonde tapped her fingers on the wooden table, her eyes fixated on the map. There were so many things to consider. She wished Lexa was there, the girl always made her focus better. "We don't know for sure that they'll try to reach the Mountain. And they don't have horses, they would walk. So we have time. We're not even sure there are people in that thing." Clarke looked at Colan. "Take your men, you have to gain as many information as you can. Warn our guards at the river, no one is to pass, both directions, understood?"
The man nodded and exited the tent. Alone with the two generals, Clarke let out a deep sigh.
"Are you ok?" Anya's voice brought her back to reality and she nodded.
"Yeah. Just worried."
The woman nodded. Indra huffed quietly. "We have to warn Heda." she said.
Clarke hummed. "I think she knows. I mean, she would have seen it when that thing fell from the sky. But we should still send a messenger."
Anya snickered. "You think she'll run here the moment the idea of you in danger crosses her mind?"
That made the blonde chuckle, while Indra tried to hide her smile. Always so tough.
"She already has her problems in Polis, as well as responsibilities. She's needed there, I think we can manage the things here on our own for a while, can't we?"
That made her mother scoff, almost offended. The woman crossed her arms on her chest with a scowl, standing taller. "Of course we can, we're warriors not a bunch of soft screaming girls."
The Ark
"Why can't we communicate with them, what's wrong?"
Marcus' voice was worried but mostly annoyed. He really thought it was just a waste of time, those kids were bound to die on the ground. The radiations were going to kill them, he was sure of it.
"We lost contact, sir. Everything we did to help them survive is gone. The wristbands are our only way to know that they're alive." Sinclair looked at him with a hopeless expression. "They're on their own."
Abby had to find a chair to sit, her head suddenly light. They had sent those kids on earth to die.
***
"Dr Griffin! Ma'am, we need a doctor, right now!"
Abby shot up from her seat, looking at the alarmed man. Marcus turned to glare at him for disregarding the protocol, but she was faster and before he could reprimand the man she was in front of him. "Calm down. Tell me what happened."
"The chancellor got shot."
The Dropship
While the others were partying, Wells had found out a few things.
First, the panels on the top of the ship were gone during the fall and a lot of the wires were fried, probably because of the heat when they were landing. They had lost contact with the Ark. Second, but not less important, they were on the wrong fucking mountain. His father had said that they needed to find Mount Weather and look for supplies. On that, Wells agreed. If they wanted to eat and drink, they needed to get to that bunker.There was one problem, though.
Those assholes would never follow him, and he couldn't really carry food for a hundred persons. He needed help.
"Hey!" he said to the tall guy, Bellamy. "You heard my father, we need to reach Mount Weather." he started.
A boy with an annoying smirk and light brown hair called Murphy stepped near him, wanting to argue. "I don't care what your father said, Prince Jaha. I'm not following his rules down here."
Wells huffed, already tired of the discussion. "Well, if you want to eat, that's what we'll have to do. We're on the wrong mountain, the supplies are over there." he said, pointing with his finger to the other mountain. "We need to go. Now."
Murphy smirked and shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Chancellor of the Ground. You want those supplies? Fine, go get them."
"Wait, I can't bring supplies for everyone!"
At that moment, Bellamy chimed in. "He's right. On the Ark you were one of the privileged, while our families had to work." he poked him on the chest with his finger, a smirk taking place on his face. "Now, you go to work. If you find somebody that wants to help you, fine, otherwise you just start walking and bring us food."
Luckily, that boy Finn proved to be not completely useless and decided to accompany him. He even found other two boys, Jasper and Monty. At the end, Octavia joined them too, not without some protests from the brother.
Before they could walk away, though, Wells noticed the scratches on Finn's wristband. "You tried to take it off?!"
"Yeah. Why, what's the problem."
Wells rolled his eyes, not quite believing that a boy of his age could have such a narrow mind. "Well, if you take it off they'll think you're dead. Do you want you family and friends to think that?" The boy lowered his eyes, suddenly sad, the smirk long gone. Wells continued. "And more, if they think we're dead they won't come down here. They'll think the earth isn't survivable. But we need them, so try not to do anything stupid. Now let's go."
Without wasting any more time they started walking towards the mountain, unaware of the eyes that were watching them from the trees.
Without knowing that one of their own had just gotten an idea.
TonDC
The moment she found herself alone, Clarke decided to go for a walk to clear her head.
It was almost evening and she had a killer headache. She had had to organize the scouts groups, think of a way to write the message for Lexa without sounding as worried as she really was, and keep everything in place while her mother shouted orders at almost everyone along with Indra. She just wanted some peace. She missed Polis. And she missed Lexa.
Of course, the moment she had started to relax a little a young boy, one of the scouts from Colan's group, jumped down from his horse and ran towards her. "Fleimkepa, I have news of the sky people." he said in a rush.
Clarke had barely the time for a nod that Anya was already at her side, urging the boy to continue.
"Our scouts report movement. They said these sky people are just teenagers and don't have weapons, but a small group of them has took off today after noon. They went into the forest."
"What direction?" the blonde asked.
The young scout fidgeted with his horse's reins. "The Mountain, Fleimkepa."