The Great Journey

Ajax

Day of the Convention.
6 years earlier.

Piercing sunlight radiated from the baron blue sky, harbouring a crisp chill. It was the morn of a beautiful day, and a day neither friend could ever forget. Nothing could dampen the spirits of Ajax and his best friend Wes, as they prepared to leave for the convention centre, wrapped in their fur-collared coats. Near matching outfits, the duo looked like brothers - well that's what everyone always told them. Both supporting heads of black hair, matching blue eyes and athletic physiques, no wonder people couldn't tell them apart. Subtle differences kept them from matching identically. Ajax had a narrowed face and nose, where Wes's was square. Ajax shaved the sides of his scalp so their haircut was the same as well. Wes was a little bigger than Ajax. Not it height, but in muscle. Their personality was the biggest seperation, and everyone knew that. Ajax was the strong silent type, where Wes was the wild card.

A glorious day would be followed by a glorious adventure. One that would have them leaving their home planet, sailing the vast expanse of space, in search of a new planet to call home. Nervous from excitement, the best friends embarked on their journey, a ten-kilometre walk, through the bustling city of Horlling, on their way to the convention centre. The journey had begun.

Christopher Aerglo, the first man in history to privately purchase a mothership, was hosting the convention. Equipped with a spaceship - the mothership, that could be placed on any planet, acting as the backbone of a new civilisation, his plan was to gather a courageous group of individuals, willing to leave earth behind forever, and embark on a great journey.

A journey with the purpose of restarting the human race, free of corruption and pollution. Requirements to join the journey, consisted of being below the age of twenty-one but above the age of eighteen, and having a particular skill that would benefit the start of a new civilisation. Some senior members were to be accepted, as the head of every field, on the conditions to teach the new generation everything they needed to know. Ajax and Wes were the ripe age of twenty. Ajax having a background in military, after passing galactic boot camp, and Wes being a wiz with mechanics. The friends had confidence they would be accepted.

Walking down the crowded, filthy streets, a magnificently designed white building stood high in the distance, towering over it's dirty, grey-stained, neighbours. Butterflies awoke from the depths of the best friend's stomachs, dancing to life.

'Nervous yet ... because I am losing my shit!', excitedly joked Wes, who had started dancing around Ajax, jabbing him in the ribs.

'Are you scared Wes? I thought you weren't scared of anything ... maybe they'll pick up on that, and you won't get accepted?', Ajax responded, a smile forming in the corner of his mouth.

Halting his dance around his friend, Wes maneuvered too Ajax's side, his head high and his chest puffed. 'I'm not scared, I'm just worried to leave this world behind. What will they do without me? Goodbye ... Good luck ...', Wes joked to passers-by.

Letting his friend preach, leaving strangers with confused looks smeared across their faces, Ajax grabbed his scruff as they neared the convention centre. 'Be humble Wes ... we aren't out of here yet'. Receiving a scold from his friend, was the norm for the energetic young man, but it successfully calmed him down.

A massive crowd had gathered before the building's entrance, all lost souls looking for an escape off their toxic planet. Climbing a hundred stairs, leading to the front revolving doors, Ajax and Wes maneuvered their way through the crowd and into the building. Echoing conversations blasted their eardrums, making it difficult to navigate inside the convention centre. Wes grabbed the sleeve of his friend, guiding him towards a booth labelled 'Enlist today'. After waiting in line for twenty minutes, Ajax and Wes found themselves at the front of the line, being gestured forward by the enlister. A smile graced his completely bald head, with his teeth shining as bright as his white flight suit.