Condemned to be floated for their crimes, the Arc singled out 20 of the most brilliant adults and sent them down to Earth after the original 100. However, their ship gets knocked off course and they end up landing in the middle of a hostile grounder camp. This story will eventually run back into the original 100 group. This is a GrounderxOC story.

I do not own anything you recognize from the 100 series. The main character, her group and a few of the grounders are all I lay claim to.

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"Chancellor, we believe the first 100 have touched down to Earth. Life support signs are showing stable," an engineer called out from a control panel. "Should we begin the launch sequence for Program 404?"

Thelonious Jaha gripped his wound as he moved over to a window facing Earth within his quarters.

"We've already risked so much," he sighed. "If this is to work, then we need to give them the best chance possible. Launch Program 404."

"Yes sir, initiating launch sequence now."

Jaha just nodded silently in response as he continued to stare at the distant green and blue planet.

I groaned as the bright lights overhead shone into my eyes. Slowly reopening them I tried to take in my surroundings. There were no windows but the roar of engines coming from behind me told me that whatever craft I was in we were moving, and fast. Looking around I noticed a handful of other people strapped into chairs in rows around to me. Glancing down, I was buckled in the same type of safety harness they were.

"What is going on," I mumbled, mostly to myself. The last thing I remembered was sitting in a jail cell waiting for the guards to take me to be floated.

"I think we are about to find out," a voice next to me responded. He was in his late 30s with short blonde hair and a stern face. He was obviously from the Arc, but I didn't recognize him.

"Greetings," a voice called from the communications screen two rows ahead of me. "By this time most of you should be waking up from the sedatives the guards administered."

On the screen was Chancellor Jaha, and by the strings of curses and confused gasps I heard, I was guessing the others I was with liked him about as much as I did right now. Which wasn't very much at all after my arrest.

"At this moment the ship you are in is bound for Earth, you are the second group we are sending to the planet," he continued. "You were each sentenced to be floated for your crimes in accordance with Arc law, however, you have been carefully selected for this mission and if you succeed, you will be pardoned in full for your crimes."

"What bullshit," the man to my left muttered. I couldn't help but to agree, being floated was a quick death. Being sent to a toxic planet was cruel.

"We have already sent a group of 100 prisoners to the ground before you, and have reason to believe that Earth is survivable," Jaha said. "Find the 100, make your way to Mount Weather where you will find supplies and shelter and help rebuild a home for our people - your people. This is your task, each of you are the best in your field, use your skills to help the 100 establish a base at the Mount, and if you survive we will follow. Our people can finally return to Earth, to our home."

With that, the transmission cut out. Seconds later the ship started rattling violently, causing me to grip my harness a little tighter.

"What's happening?" I heard someone from in front of me yell.

"Turbulence, we must be entering the Earth's atmosphere," the man next to me supplied.

"What happens after we breach?" I asked back as I turned towards him, hands still clutching the harness.

"We parachute and we land, or we crash and die," he said. "One of the two."

"Great," I muttered.

Minutes later the shaking stopped, and our ship was lurched back suddenly. I was hoping that was the parachute deploying, but with the harness digging into my ribs from the jump I couldn't find the breath to ask. I could hear our ship making contact with the world outside as things scratched the sides of our ship and jostled us around.

I was thrown forward suddenly, my harness catching me harshly before I went to far. I noticed that we had stopped moving. We had landed! I was alive and we had successfully landed. My excitement quickly quelled though as I realized what came next. Earth.

"Could have been worse," the man next to me said as he unbuckled himself and stood up. Following suit, I noticed he was quite a bit taller than my 5 foot 5 inch stature.

"You okay kid," he asked, glancing over at me for only a second.

I nearly scoffed at the remark. At 22 I was hardly considered a kid anymore by our society's standards, but looking around I noticed that I was easily one of the youngest amongst our group.

"Yeah, I'll make it," I responded. He just huffed in response, like he wasn't so sure. But I guess none of us were sure how long we were going to survive this little expedition.

"Listen up, we've landed," stated Captain Obvious from the front of the pod. "We need to get a census of who is all here and decided what our next step is. Once we open these doors we have to start figuring out where we are, how to find the others, and where this Mount Weather is."

"We're just going to to along with whatever Jaha requests of us?" yelled someone from the right.

"We are until we can come up with a better plan," the man from the front responded. As I shifted out of my row I was able to get a better look at him. He was tall, bald and bulky, and looked very comfortable at being in charge.

"My name is Parker Rain, I am a former high ranking guard, I'm guessing I'm here for security and to lead this team," he continued. He looked expectantly to the smaller man to his right.

"Well?" Rain questioned. "Speciality? Name? Anything?"

"Farmer," was the man's only meak response.

We continued around the group. There were a few people I recognized from being from my station, but I knew none of them well, except for one man from medical to my right.

When it got to me, I stopped for a second. I had been trying to keep track of all the others in my head that I hadn't stopped to think about why I would be included. I had always made high marks in school, but was never top of my class. Until a few weeks ago I had been apprenticing under Dr. Abby Griffin - that must be it.

"Medical." I sounded out in turn. I was an apprentice, and one of only two medical personnel sent down to the ground. What was the Arc thinking? Then again, I guess a lot of medical staff doesn't go getting themselves floated for felonies… But Jaha has said that we were the best in our field, I guess that might have been a bit of an exaggeration.

All in all, it seemed that we had a farmer, biologist, botanist, an engineer - who happened to be the blonde man still standing next to me - two cooks, a linguist, carpenter, two earth skills cadets, a teacher, welder, weapons mech, a historian, two medics, and some ex-guards.

The oldest of us was the historian, who was in his late 50s while the youngest was either myself or one of the guards, it was hard to tell.

What a rag tag group we are, I thought to myself. How the hell are we going to survive this?