The engines on the transport rumbled as it neared the landing pad, thrusters rotating as it slowed its forward movement and settled down roughly on the metal platform. A cadre of armed guards approached as the ramp dropped, revealing a motley crew of prisoners. The youngest among them was Tanya, a girl barely out of her teens with short black hair with blue forelocks, wearing the orange jumpsuit she was given after her arrest mere days prior. She fancied herself an artist, but the police of were the belief that her works were fomenting sedition against the planetary govern
