Far above the earth, many years from now, a large community ship in geosynchronous orbit slowly rotated around the earth in a purposeless fashion. Aboard, thousands of human survivors live in attached life pods, which made up the hollow, somewhat spherical shape of the community ship. The wide and bright front windscreens faced inward on the ship, and were surrounded by magcon lights that inform all that can see that the occupant is protected from the harsh vacuum of space. With little space, the occupants usually focused on their projected computer screens, which gave them the ability to communicate with eachother as well as options for entertainment. Inside the giant community craft, there was no atmosphere- the designers of the ship had no time or resources to do anything but design the life pods and the connecting brackets that ultimately made up the entire craft. Inside the vast expanse of the ship floated a small craft capable of holding seven- the Executors. These Executors were often considered more powerful than even the Grand Council- not because their influence was more far reaching, but because the real ideas and actions spawned from them, and not from the good looking politicians they served.
Inside the Executor ship, the occupants were hours deep in brainstorming sessions, as they usually were. Chak wearily rubbed his eyes and glanced out of the glass multi-faceted compartment, to the thousands of citizens. Immediately, he noticed the green lights on top of each life pod were not lit. Frantically rising, he craned his neck to see all around- indeed, everywhere he looked, the green occupancy health light was off on all of the pods. All, but one. One of the pods near the theoretical "top" of the craft was still lit. Chak raced to the executor's ships controls, and jammed the throttle full forward and oriented the craft towards the lone projected survivor of what was sure to be some expected cataclysmic event that spelled certain doom for almost all of the citizens. Only the computers knew of whatever would happen, for they controlled the green health indicator lights. Something was seriously wrong. The other executors looked up, weary from their tiresome debating and theorizing, to see what was unfolding. Immediate panic gripped them, and a few of them, understanding what Chak was trying to do, shouted "we'll just crash into him and destroy ourselves anyways!" Chak spun the ship around and went engines first towards the lone green light Just as they were meters away from impact, a beautiful blue shockwave ripped from one side of the ship to the other. The ship started coming apart at thousands of seems, and the magcon lights around each pod started stuttering and winking out.
The moment became a little surreal to Chak. He could see the people writhing in their capsules- no doubt subject to the cold and oxygen-free vacuum of space that assaulted them as soon as the magnetic containment fields collapsed. As he peered around to the aft, he noticed a seem starting to form near their projected trajectory. He deftly aimed the craft for the seem, and silently repeated a quick prayer that it would open enough, or that the impact would be obsorbed by the engine compartment, so that the executors might live. He saw the face of the lone survivor in his pod- he was white with shock, as he saw the events unfold before his eyes. The executor ship was hurtling towards him, and all he knew of life was coming apart in a near instant.