"This is it, Marcy. This is our new life." Sasha spoke as he looked around the station. They had a map with a big red circle marking their destination. As they drew closer, the station became noticeably dirtier. 

"It's...dirty," Marcy said, curling her lip at a half full food container that had been tossed on the ground. She was pretty sure there was something living in it. 

"So is earth." Sasha drew a little closer to her as a group approached them, letting them past his broad shoulder without bumping into them. He really didn't want to draw any attention before they left this trash heap. "But here, we'll be free. No more homework, no more books." 

"No more whitecoats' dirty looks?" Marcy gave a half hearted chuckle. Sasha smiled and looked up ahead of them. There were several ships parked, waiting to be boarded, but only one matched the description they were given. 

"I think that's us up there," He pointed. As they approached, a group of four also made their way to the ship. One was some kind of lady-cat-dog thing, one was a hellish houseplant, one was piss drunk, and the other was boring. Sasha straightened out of his slouch as they approached, shifting the luggage bag hanging on his shoulders a little better. They're weapons would be arriving with the rest of the supplies, and Sasha had never felt more naked. All he had was a small pistol on his hip should things go south.