Interstellar Darkness
This is the origin story of me
This is my first story, please tell me what you think, im open to suggestions and any feedback!
Interstellar Darkness
Chapter 1:
Duska POV:
I groan, as I and the others wake up to the sound of the gong at 6:00 AM I.S.T.(Intergalactic Space Time). We are given 10 minutes to get dressed and in line for the mines. I got on my Jeans and a baggy shirt that I've been given by the "Police", or as the others call them, Scavengers.
As I get ready, I get a glance of myself in the cracked, warped mirror, I can still make out myself: I'm standing on my two legs, covered in fur, from my snout to my tail and to my paws. I'm covered in a black soot although not entirely visible due to it blending in with my fur. I can see my stone cold eyes, with a color of a particular gemstone that the females here call "emeralds". I saw my back and I saw what was left from the whips they used on us, they look like streaks in my skin as it still burns to the touch. Near my neck is my mark, the symbol that shows that I am owned by the "Police". It was a Circle except, it had a two smaller circles and an assortment of lines in it, like a sort of barcode. No two marks were the same, except for the circles.
After getting ready, I start to get in line with everyone else in my section. There were a total of 17 of us in our section, there used be 30, before the escape attempt. There were no survivors from it and those who are still here are here because they did not choose to go with them, for the ones standing next to me knew it was certain death. They did not talk, nor show any emotion, for they became deaf of all hope and were striped of there souls and free will.
We marched single file like soldiers going to war. Only, we were going to the mines instead of a battlefield, but the risks are one in the same. We marched down the hall, which was covered with propaganda posters reminding us that we should be "thankful" that we're not dead at the hands of the Scavengers. After the hallway, was a large staircase, the bottom seemed endless as it went deep down into the core of the Asteroid.
The entire complex was a space station, the base however is an asteroid in the Outer Rim of the Galaxy. Thousands of light years away from civilization or anything else of the sort, at least that's what they tell us. We were in the lower section of the station, while the scavengers and officials of the station and the Galactic Empire reside on the top. The asteroid itself contained veins of natural materials needed of the Empire's arsenal and spacecraft. So, instead of having machines or other things do it, they have us, and when we can't move fast enough, we were beaten and most likely killed.
The others and I were stationed in mine 5B for the week. We are to mine substances called Gold and Titanium. After the briefing of the materials and the rules, we a handed hard helmets, picks, and buckets. We were all then squeezed in a small elevator shaft, then we are sent down to 5B.
On the way down, I have these random flashbacks, of a particular place, a place that makes me happy. It feels so familiar, yet it's so foreign. It's fuzzy, but I can make out several other figures aside from me. The flashback stops when BANG! The elevator stops at our destination: 5B. We all lose our balance as the elevator stopped suddenly. Slowly, the doors open, revealing two scavengers. One of them yells at us
"Alright you filthy animals! Get up and get working! We will not hesitate to make you!"
He whips out his pistol, waving it into the mine behind him. We got up quickly and started to get to work. This is the routine I followed my whole life, or at least as long as I can remember...