[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ian Stryder[/color][/h1]
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A small gush of air hit him in the face as the glass pane in front of him lifted. Opening his eyes a smile graced his face as he realized he wasn't dead. A tiny headache was a fair tradeoff for his head. All around him kids were stumbling to their feet, disoriented and confused. The lights flashed on, brightly causing them to wince. Calmy Ian stepped out onto the floor of the ship. He stood up straight, easily seeing above everyone around him. 

Following the crowd to the enterance of the ship, he was about to laugh and make a joke about a bathroom break where the door slid open. All thoughts left his mind as his vision was filled with an entire world. The brightness from inside the cabin was nothing in comparison to the outside. Ian let his eyes shut for a brief second while they adjusted before eagerly opening them to stare out at everything. Carefully and cautiously he approached the door, before slowly setting a foot on the soft grass. Nothing immediately happened so he stepped completely out and into the sun.

A laugh burst out of his chest. He was finally free. Five long days... and eighty years if you count the ones asleep. Stepping in front of the crowd of people he turned to them and ripped off the prisoner shirt that was assigned to him the day he was convicted. Holding it up above his head, he let out an animalistic yell before throwing it to the ground. [color=00aeef]"Fuck the Inquisitors."[/color] Most of the crowd was silent as they watched him. A small fire from the crash lit the piece of clothing on fire. Ian stood there waiting. Waiting to see who would join him in their new life on this planet of untold wonders.