The streets of Manhattan were busy with the normal package of pedestrians. Everybody had someplace to go, they talked to no one in the group, only cared about there purpose, reaching there destination. Today, a new man entered the scene of the rush, Ronon Dex. He was not used to the crowded conditions, and because he was forcing his way through the opposite direction of the one people were walking, people got in his way. Ronon liked it this way, it was an excuse to release part of his anger. He barged through the people, until they eventually noticed him and moved out of his way. Ronon liked this, the sense of fear from the people, and his sense of slight power, however small, was power none the less. Ronon was a big man, at least 6 foot 5", a strong build due to his constant exercise; tanned skin (although Ronon was raised on California Minor, he made up for the time lost to achieve a healthy looking skin colour), and he harboured an aggressive attitude towards the people he didn't like.
He turned right at an alley of his choosing, and carried on. His intelligence placed a Coalition recruitment centre down this alley, although it wasn't obviously displayed like this, it was shown as a small ship dealer. The man who had told him where it was had also given him the words you must say to get through, the right ship to order, the colour, and when the clerk asked him for the time, to give him a specific time.
Ronon pushed through the door and entered. The clerk was at the front, sat on a well worn chair. He stood up, and moved to the front of his desk.
'How may I help you Sir?' The Clerk asked.
'I'm here to buy a Griffin, dark green if you have that in stock.'
'Do you have the time Sir?' Ronon looked at his watch, pretending to see what the time was. Instead, he gave the Clerk the time he memorised into his head.
'Yeah, it's 5.46pm.'
'Good, I always like that time. Now, why are you really here?'
'If I know the codes why do you think?'
'Ah very well.' The Clerk sat back down in his chair, and started typing into his computer. 'Name?'
'Ronon Dex.'
The Clerk read the results that came up in his search.
'There are five people with the same name, but only one that has applied before. Trying again?'
'Yes, in my previous application there were some things on there which were not true, you don't know who to trust in these days. But I am ready to tell the truth on the matter.'
'Why didn't you think we couldn't be trusted?'
'I don't actually know, basic instinct told me not to trust anyone, unless I know for a fact they can be trusted. I know the fact now.'
'Very well, sit at that computer over there and type up your application.' Ronon moved to the seat with the computer infront of it that the Clerk was pointing to. Ronon opened the application sheet page and began to fill it out.
My previous application had some truth in it. I was born on California Minor, but i didn't move to Houston. I stayed there, living in the cold, harsh conditions. Childhood was something I never really got to enjoy, to much was in my head. Why weren't the conditions getting better for us? Why are we growing extra layers of skin to fight off the cold, when we shouldn't need to be? Whats happening to Planetform's promise? I was a fool as a child, believing Planetform's promise. There promise was, and I reciete from what the manager of the California Minor project said: "I promise that we will fix this planet for you all! No more of these harsh conditions, we have money which we will spend on your care and protection against the enviroments! This is a promise to you all, you will be living on a warm, hospitable planet very soon!"
Ha, looking back at it now it is funny that people could believe that. They had large, luxury homes heated by 10 giant heaters, we had a dome 10 times the size of their houses, but heated by 1 of the heaters. The heater made little difference to the cold, and the wind actually made it into the dome, making it all the more colder. I did not care about the cold, i did not whine, or complain, i was planning revenge. Two weeks later my watch beeped, signalling the time that the Planetform promise was supposed to begin to take affect, that we should be feeling slightly warmer. I felt nothing, infact it was probably colder. I went to the managers house, and looked through the front door window. He was sat, in a warm tub of water, surrounded by beautiful women. I checked the next mansion, and found a similar scene. A man was bathing in a tub of warm water, i could see the condensed water on the window i could look through. I had never actually seen condensation before, how pathetic, because it had never been hot enough. I was 14 at the time, my childhood forgotten, memories lost in the snow.
They came again, promised to us once again that they would fix our planet, i thought it discusting how they could show their faces again. They set another deadline when we would notice it, and once again whe my watch beeped nothing had changed, I asked everybody in our dome and they said no. By then they were sick of it, they demanded something be done. We marched to their mansions, took them outside of the protective buildings, and left them to die in the ice. We thought it fair, that they get to experiance the cold. Everybody hated them, but I carried a special lust that nobody else did, because I saw their luxurious lifestyle. During my entire teenage years I exercised, I wanted to be the best I could be, although I didn't know why at the time.
Years passed, I became fitter and healthier. We had taken the heaters from the mansions and attached them to our dome, and we were finally worm. None of us knew why the people from Planetform couldn't of done that. Then the Navy found the bodies, and the consequences came. They said we were all guilty of murder, that we were all to be severely punished because of this. We resisted, baracaded ourselves in the dome, but the Navy broke through. They started killing us, killing my people. For everyone that was killed, more of me died. My parents died trying to move next to me. That made the biggest chunk of them all. I finally lost it, lost control off all the anger and pain, and let it out. I was 22 now, and when i attacked the Navy officers they didn't know what was coming. I targetted the ones that killed my parents. I charged at them, punching and kicking, until one of them lost the grip of his gun. I grabbed it, and killed them. I did not care for them, did not feel any lose as I watched the pain in their eyes. I knew they were enemies, they deserved to die if they were my enemies. After the ones that had killed my parents were dead, I left the compound, a wound on my arm from where an officer from a distance got a lucky shot. I took one of there ships, a Guardian, equiped with the finest weapons from Liberty. The controls were simple and i mastered them fast. I launched the ship off the ground, and knowing that my people were now all dead, destroyed the dome with the Navy officers inside. I left, escaping easily, becoming a freelancer against the Navy scum, the Planetform scum, the scum of the colonies.
This is it, that is why I hate people, they betray, they take things they do not need, they lie. You do not lie, you do not betray, you don't take anything you do not need; you help us, those that have hate against the colonies burning inside us that wants to be let out upon them.
We can not do it alone, to be victorious, we must do it together, to stand up and fight against them. A man I met on a Freeport gave me a way of describing this well, "Twigs, one of them alone breaks easily, but tie them into a bond and they hold together strong."
Ronon finished on the computer, sent the application and left, without another word, returned to the streets of Manhattan. This time he moved with the crowd, un-noticed, un-heard, invisible.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
