Day One: Early Morning

[Krillin]

Krillin looked at the paper in his hands. For all the technology and power he had seen thus far, his note seemed a little cheap. Crumpled, loose-leaf paper, folded a few times, and scribbled upon with a faulty pen. Luckily, the handwriting was quite good. Krillin knew everything he needed to know.

"Number thirty-three."

Krillin looked up. That was the number he had been assigned, back at the cheery desk, with the cheery clerk, and the cheery music playing in the cheery air. Cheeriness was a thousand miles away from this place. Here, amidst the blinking red lights and sinister chops of the propeller, there was nothing but a heaviness. Heaviness made Krillin rather nervous.

"Hello? Number thirty-three?"

Krillin stepped up to the platform, where the official ran a card over a port on his collar. It blinked twice, made a generic beep, and whirred to life.

"Your collar is activated. In this bag are your supplies for the trip. Weaponry, food, and whatnot. You know the deal. Your location is coming up. Have a fantastic day."

Krillin thanked him for the information. Following this, a bookbag flew out from the darkness, caught Krillin on the torso, and carried his body out the 'plane.

At impact, Krillin gauged his surroundings. Unsure of what, exactly, to do, he did the only thing that came to mind: finding a safe spot, making a camp of sorts, and preparing himself for the time to come.