100 criminals were sent down to Earth, 279 years after the nuclear apocalypse. It was more-or-less a suicide mission, a test to see if the planet was still unstable - though it was assumed to be extremely uninhabitable. The air on the ship was quickly depleting, and keeping the hundreds of criminals, no matter the severity, on the ship wasn't making the situation any better. What better way to fix this than by sending all criminals over the age of 16 to their potential demise on a known radioactive planet? Well, it was considered more humane than floating them in the middle of space to be seen through the ship's windows.

Dabi was the first to step out of the crash pod, the others not so eager to leave the safety of the insulated steel walls. He stumbled out, eyes adjusting to the bright sun light that surrounded the him and the dense foliage. The feeling of squishy mud beneath his boots was the next thing he noticed, lifting his foot before stomping it back down before noticing the tiny stream of water flowing into the dirt. His cobalt eyes looked around for a long moment as a grin creeped onto his face.

"We're fucking alive, those dumb bastards," Dabi laughed to himself. He reached and grabbed the tracking collar on his neck, almost as if he was talking to the ship crew through it. "We are alive and free!"