H-43

Proluge

When The Mother of all Earths Society was established in the year 2087  their first law stated one thing only,

"All creatures are given the right to live in freedom and harmony, no matter which planet they come from and no matter their species."

As long as they do not come from planet H-43.

Those from H-43 are deemed the worst of all kind, "the cruelest and most worthless species to exist on this earth," The Mother Of All Earths Society had constantly reminded us. We do not trust H-43 nor the creatures in it. We do not respect nor allow them on our land, and we certainly do not go to theirs. H-43 is where the lost souls and the dammed go, the people who have no place in this Universe.

Yet here I am. Covered in dirt and the stench of chemical waste, I can't even seem to get up. I feel like I haven't moved in years, like my nerves are frayed open, but that really isn't my biggest concern at the moment.

I do not remember anything before the ritual. I do not remember the four thousand six hundred and forty three light years it took to reach here. I do not remember why I'm here. I don't even know if there is a reason.

Before I allow myself to panic, I try to get up and take note of my surroundings. (I couldn't really get up fully because fuck, that hurt like a bitch). All I see is exactly what we've been told about H-43. Muddy-green skies covered in thick fog, land so wide and empty covered with nothing but dirt and more dirt. (God, this place smells like literal dog shit). The sun seemed to be setting right about now and yup, this place can't even make the sunset look good.

I decide to lay low and try to recover my memory. I have no idea why I'm here and I doubt the people here would help, and until I can figure out what's going on, I'm well and truly alone. In the Universe's most dangerous planet.

Fuck.