[ WP ] An alien race starts to colonize Mars . They completely ignore humanity on Earth and just go about their business .

Ten years! After ten years sailing in black oblivion we had landed, and not having the luxury of stasis travel in these lower bays this orange wasteland livened us more than we all expected. All at once our bay of tattered woebegones and ruffians began shuffling about, reaching for their suits in the overhead or collecting personal objects. But over an intercom unit we heard a rough voice sharply command us to, “ Sit down! You savages aren ’ t going anywhere! ” 
 
 We could hear people moving in bays above, probably crewmen making their exits. How this tin can got us so far I don ’ t know, but then these types of ships are made cheap and made for one thing – transport. And like the stones mined and brought back from this forgotten world, we were nothing more than cargo, forgotten in our home world and forgotten here. 
 
 There were two classes of us in these holds: those poor souls who came from nothing, had nothing and hoped for nothing, and then us – criminals not so bad to kill but not so good to keep. And truly, there was little difference between us aside from our shackles and the other group ’ s abstinence towards vice as a means of survival. We were all sick, starving and desperate, sentenced to a life here instead of home. 
 Finally, after another two hours of waiting, masked guards came stomping down the aisles of the bay, motioning nonchalantly with their widespread arms to get up. “ Suit up or die! ” called one of the guards, and kept repeating his chant as he marched along. 
 
 With that, all standing idleness and confusion ceased. Everyone grabbed cheap, loose suits from containers above their heads and rushed them on. 
 I was fortunate to be parked in the center of the bay because as the guards reached the ends of the long lanes the bay doors began to open. A brilliant pink light and fatally cold air jutted into the room. 
 
 “ Suit up or die, ” I muttered to myself as I grabbed my things and followed the rest ahead of me. At first counting myself lucky that I wasn ’ t at the end. But then death would probably be better than this fate. 
 
 We passengers were paraded down the passage toward the bay doors. As we neared the end, we saw the frozen few who had not had a chance to seal their suits. Horrid wide-eyed expressions, swollen blue veins and accentuated tendons were permanently sculpted on them forever. 
 
 “ Cruel world, ” I thought as I took my final steps down onto a large platform with the rest of my comrades. There I stood waiting for hours as thousands of us were being called out and assigned to various mining groups. And as I waited, still starving and weak, I felt like I actually missed my home. My lot of rough gangsters seemed less brutal than this bunch. 
 
 Finally, a supervisor approached me, looked me over, “ Yea, this one will do – not sure how long though. ” He said. And I was called out of my broken line of savage convicts, chained to a new group and led toward a rusty colored cave. This would be my new home until the cave ran dry of ore, food and supplied water. 

