stardust
Space. The final frontier, and a vast resource full of limitless potential--
The screen flickers black, turning off. She's heard the stupid litany since she'd stepped onto this ship, and she's sick of it. (Longer really; it's been the motto of everyone wealthy enough to move off an overcrowded earth incapable of supporting so many people for years.) Frankly, Leanne would have preferred to stay on earth, but the family had decided they were going to join the rest of the upper class in space and leave the lower classes behind.
And okay, so maybe she didn't have much contact with anyone who owned less than three houses and she didn't actually care about most of the people, but it was home and she likes it. Maybe it's overcrowded and less than pristine, but the air is still natural and the ground solid enough. The few times she'd visited the space colonies, they'd felt stale. Artificial, and a little frail. Like they could crack open at any second and spill out of the domes.
She hates it.
She's startled when the door to her room opens and a stranger pulls her out and down the hall to the deck with the other passengers; it quickly becomes clear what's going on.
Pirates.