Nano - Week 1

Hi guys

Well I'm doing Nanowrimo this year although way behind but at least getting words down.

It's a Sci fi adventure called Colony X.

Here is an extract.

After an awkward pause, “Mr Maynard could you escort Captain Bank’s crew out and the guards.  I need a private word with the Captain.”
Captain Ben Banks sat patiently as his crew were sent into the reception.  The two men locked eyes.  Not one blinking until the President stood up and sighed.
“Its true.  We’ve found only twenty habitable planets so far and still looking for more.  With the population still on the increase and the resources still depleted we thought people would start to panic.  Plus our sponsors needed something new as it has been five years since we started sending colony ships to the twentieth planet.  So we falsified the last five planet sending the people to already established worlds in which case it would be too late for them once they had got to their destination.”
Ben shook his head and laughed, “So you’ve started shafting the rich as well as the poor.  The ones who will likely die here in another generation,”
Changing the subject President O’Hare responded with  “In hindsight we should have let you and Captain Chow know.  In fact I will have Captain Chow requested here at once and updated.”
“Well we just follow orders.  No one on my crew will say anything,”
“Even the newer guy?”
“Even Kazon.  You know a secret as big as this will get out sooner or later right?”  Ben looked at the President and thought back to when he was on a fishing trip with his Dad before fishing was banned.  This was the second time he had seen a worm wriggling on a hook.
“Until then we will keep on our search for new planets.  Captain Banks you are dismissed.  Enjoy your shore leave.”
With that Ben stood, saluted and left the room.
President O’Hare looked to an open door to his left.  It led to a meeting room but now it was pitch black.
He smiled at the darkness as if something was there watching him.
“That fucking Captain and his misfit fuckwits,”
He banged his fists on the marble table repeatedly.  Cracking his knuckles of the hard table, blood poured from his hands as his ginger hair shook wildly about his head.

After a few moments he stopped. Looking at the crimson red on the white marble he laughed.  He looked over at the door again.  It had shut.
“No one asks me questions.  No one fucks with the President.”