[ WP ] The death penalty has been replaced by a one way trip to Mars .

`` Welcome to Fort Dune, home to the scummiest of shit-stains to ever have once walked God's Green Earth....your new home, Mr. Hart'' 
 
 Edward Hart barely heard his captor's gibes. All his attention was diverted on the dusty, dilapidated sprawl stretching before his eyes, beneath the tall building his captor's Planethopper had landed. The vast sea of steel and dust stretched far through the hazy air, farther than any slum on Earth. The air smelled of smoke and iron and decay. The sound of a gunfight broke out over the constant, clamouring drone of the people of Fort Dune going about their daily lives. It was an ugly city in every imaginable aspect, but a magnificent one as well, in it's own dark, unpleasant way. 
 
 `` Go on now Hart.'' Ed's guard warned `` Do n't want to keep Hell waiting, do you?'' 
 
 `` I did n't do anything'' Edward mumbled, barely audible. When he got no reply, he proceeded to walk slowly down the ramp of the spacecraft, onto the landing pad below. 
 
 Once he reached the bottom of the ramp, Edward Hart found he could n't go any further. He stood, numbly, staring but not seeing. He heard the clanking sound of the ramp retracting behind him, the fire of the Planethopper's engine, and suddenly he was alone, Fort Dune stretching out around him. 
 
 Edward stood on the landing pad, unmoving, for fourteen minutes before he heard it, the footsteps of several people walking towards him slowly. He turned around, startled, to perceive half a dozen men and women, clad in makeshift, rusting armour, heavily scarred where skin was showing, all of them missing ears, eyes, fingers or even a hand. Half were armed with guns, the other half home-made clubs and daggers. 
 
 `` Welcome to Fort Dune'' The largest of them, a big, nose-less ape of a man started, in a surprisingly high voice. `` I'd ask you what we could do for you, but that's not really the question, is it? What I should be asking is, what can you do for us?'' 
 
 `` Um, e-excuse me?'' stuttered Edward. 
 
 `` Let's start with something else then, why are you here?'' 
 
 `` I was falsely accused'' replied Ed, meekly. 
 
 `` Of course you were'' purred the big, high-pitched voice of the behemoth in front of him `` but why are you here?'' 
 
 Edward cowered before his interrogator, but he was completely powerless to speak. His mouth opened and close, but no words were formed. 
 
 `` Fuck it, he's worthless!'' Exclaimed the big man. `` Anna, you get this one, and be quick about it. We have a busy day ahead.'' As he finished the last sentence, he turned and walked away, everyone following except for one woman, Anna, armed with a makeshift spiked club. 
 
 `` With pleasure'' said Anna, here face unsettlingly blank. 
 
 `` No, no!'' cried Edward `` Please, I'll do whatever you want! I have connections on Earth, important people. They'll do whatever I say!'' 
 
 `` Oh, yes?'' Replied Anna, still expressionless `` And how exactly you you plan on contacting them?'' Anna raised her club. 
 
 As the stroke fell, Edward Hart could n't help but think of his guard's last words to him. 
 
 *Do n't want to keep Hell waiting, do you? *
