The Arrival Part I

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."
Edgar Allan Poe.

A dropship, all white with a red and black sigil on it's doors and a all black cockpit, hovered over a landpad, it's rear facing a stone walkway with a yellow police tape like hologram, projected by white poles and a few soldiers was the only thing keeping a crowd of thousands out of the walkway. As vapor came out of the ramp the crowd stood anxious waiting for the recent quarry. Finally, the ramp lowered and two soldiers, in all white armor with red painted into their torso and shoulders, came out. Following them were a column of prisoners shackled together by a their feet and hands restrained by a strong black chain. They were all different shapes and sizes, from a eight feet tall brown haired Yisuta to a short but attractive Milirian, her hair cut short by the slavers, a dark red Fevori male with two small horns the list went and on. The crowd,while excited, cheers and woo's were crickets compared to the large boom of sudden screaming.
Out of the dropship came a being little in the crowd of the watching, a new race, a Gaian. He was brwon haired, with white skin and looked to be about thirty. He also was well built and stood about five feet tall six inches. Behind him were two soldiers flanking a studious looking man, in a red robe and wearing old fashioned glasses. The man, a priest of the Imperial Faith, waved before realizing that all the attention was not focused on him, but the Gaian. An odd turn of events.
Along the long stone pathway were more soldiers and hyper watchers surrounded by a seventy feet wall to prevent escape. The quarry and their guards stopped, the guards unshackling them enough to allow limited movement. The guards guided them to form a horizontal line shoulder to shoulder as one at a time they were called by a overweight man in flamboyant dress who then advertised the slave. The Gaian, scared to death by what in the hell the Ragon were planning to do with him and the others, looked at the ground not paying any attention to the others.
"Eyes up" The monotone voice came from one of the soldiers, a voice changer masking any personality or empathy.

To be continued...