Fiction:Warrior Hunter Academia

Chero
Chero sat in the dark and moist belly of a Fox-class dropship as the freighter he had boarded spend through space to a place even he didn't know the exact location of. The young, black scaled Vanara'Mari glanced around at the rest of the passengers, an assortment of Vanara from different reefs, sub-species, and few other species thrown into the mix. All here for more or less the same reasons as he.

"All passengers please strap in as preparation for your descent." a voice blared in on the intercoms, Chero gulped slightly at the idea of what was to come and quickly strapped himself in place. There was a mechanical hiss as the drop pod separated from the freighter, followed by a dull roar as the jets kicked and sent them plunging into the atmosphere. The light of the sun filtered in from the small window that Chero was sitting next to. Looking out he saw other dropships rocketing towards the ground launched from ships of Vanara, Mendel, Waptoria, Theocratic Commune, and even Zarbanian ships. While the ships were all of recognizable design, they were all completely unmarked. Chero then turned his attention towards the planet below, a ball of sand and sea with the only visible structures on the surface being a collection of what looked like small, blobish dots from his current height. He quickly looked away and began to practice some basic breathing exercises. Slowly nerves calmed and by the time the fear had left him the dropship had settled peacefully on the ground.

The voice blared in again from the intercom, "All passengers prepare for departure from the pod and into the academy." The other passengers immediately began to shoulder their backpacks and set off at a brisk jog. Chero meanwhile fumbled with his duffel bag and wound up carrying it his arms as he awkwardly ran out of the pod and towards the structures waiting for him across the sands.