Immediately after she dragged them by their collars, both of them unable to resist toward the ship bays. Finding a planetary shuttle she launches both of them inside and they take off to only Thula knows.
Nathaniel regaining his wits looks at Nolan. "What do think she plans to do to us?" His mind a swirl of confustion. Many times he has broken the rules, snuck out of camp and went to fight in the Arenas but never had Thula been so angry at them.
"Welcome to Tarcon V, a moon with close to double the gravity than that of Viltrum. Usually I don't bring recruits here until their powers fully awaken; however I have faith you will survive, if not, then you should have never been born in the first place." The moon was huge and felt weird calling it a moon if not that it had no atmosphere and orbited an even larger gas giant.
Before either of them could react the ramp of their shuttle fell open and she kicked the both of them down to the moons surface. They both scream as they fall, but both of them realizing what lies ahead they take a deep breath of the ships air as they leave its artificial atmosphere. They can't breath in space, there's no air and if they screamed all the air out of their lungs they would likely just suffocate to death before finishing whatever Thula wanted.
Thula's ships flies away her smug face looking back at them as it departs the moons gravity. Nathaniel's mind spins as he grasps what is happening. He can already feel the moon tug on his body, feeling his skin be pulled away from his bones and his bones try to collapse on themselves, and they weren't even at the ground yet.
The both of them try to slow their descent with their barely awakened abilities but were unable to stop the bone breaking crash into the hard cold jagged rock of Tarcon V. Nolan thinking quick changes trying to slow his descent into landing on his feet. Nathaniel isn't so quick and lands awkardly on his ankle, making a sickening muted crunch on their landing, his entire body falling instantly after, unable to withstand the gravity.
He doesn't scream in pain, barely a grunt, knowing preserving his air was paramount. Nolan landed in a deep squat falling backward despite his best efforts, much the same as Nathaniel. They both lay there unable to resist the unstoppable grip of gravity. Pulled flat against the rock unable to even twitch their fingers as they are pulled downward.
Nathaniels bleeding ankle remains open unable to moves his hands to stem the bleeding and his body unable to stop it as the moon drags his blood out of him.
Nolan looks at the boy beside him and thinks about how he even got in this mess. Viltrumites don't have 'Friends' they have comrades, coworkers, allies never friends. Yet, when this guy had asked him if he wanted to go the arena with him he couldn't say no. All his life he had been a golden boy, always doing what was asked of him by his parents, always achieving the goals, they, set for him, always doing what everyone else always required of him, never doing what he actually wanted. Nathaniel did however. Him and Nolan were born in the same year, and as long as he could remember he always did what HE wanted, sure he did what was required of him, passed the tests and followed the orders but not absolutely like he did. It made him a little jealous if he was honest.
But none of that mattered now, not as Nathaniel continued to bleed out and become paler and paler and not while he could do nothing to stop it. They both laid there in silence the moon forcing them to stay down, to not resist.
Days pass. The Moon silently spinning in space, both of them stuck, trapped, prisoner to the Moon. It was torture of the highest magnitude and Thula knew it. She was back on Viltrum sitting in a high office of a Highrise building talking with another one of her students. She was a short but, as all Viltrumites are, chiseled girl the same age as Nolan and Nathaniel.
"I doubt Thragg would enjoy knowing you left them to die on Tarcon V, you know the rules. You arent allowed to kill a Pureblood Viltrumite anymore even if they disobeyed orders they aren't enlisted yet so the most you can do is rough them up a bit." It was Anissa, and she was grilling Thula right now. Anissa was one of those people that always followed the rules, to the point that the people who made those rule regret making them. However; this time she had a point, and Thula knew it.
"You brat! Do you think of me that low?" She stands up from behind her desk and slinks her way toward Anissas smaller form. Inches from her face she continues speaking.
"You know, Nolan shows such promise, he listens to orders, executes them efficiently and displays strength worthy of a Pureblood." Anissa remains stone-faced not moving an inch.
"If thats the case then wh-" Thula cuts her off with a finger on her lips Anissas brain shorting.
"Nathaniel however;" Anissas eyes widen imperceptibly. "Shows no such promise. He displays strength surpassing Nolans yes, however that is simply from his time spent fighting mindless beasts in the Arena, Nolan will catch up in due time. Nathaniel displays a distinct lack in loyalty to Viltrum, he obeys most of the time yes but unlike Nolan and all other Viltrumites he does not strive to bring us back to our former glory. He simply does not care. And so, he will either prove his worth via strength or die in the grip of Tarcon V. Nolan with be rescued before he expires Nathaniel... maybe not.
"You cannot do this! It is against the Grand Regents orders!" Anissa screams in rage. She can't sit back and watch as her Nathaniel gets murdered. Thula hearing her nonsense grips her by the throat faster than she can even react. Anissa's little body and only budding strength is no match for the millennia old Viltrumite.
"And this...attachment, you have with him, be rid of it, it is a burden and you know it. Viltrumites have no use of such things." Thula shoves her away dismissing her in little words and turns back to her desk. Anissa stunned at what to do can't think of how to save him.
"Leave, before you live to wish you had." Thula says with cold indifference continuing to look at her computer screen seeming to watch an interesting broadcast.
Back on Tarcon V, they weren't doing much better. Nolans body had slightly adapted to the violent gravity enough that it was no longer causing him pain, yet was still unable to move an inch. Perhaps if he were given enough time he might be able to save Nathaniel dying across from him. It was a strange thought to him honestly. Sitting silent in the void of space, the chance of survival slim by all measures he was not thinking of how to save himself, but to save someone who has only recently become something completely foreign to Nolan, a friend.
Across from him Nathaniel's mind was racing. Calculating and formulating plans of how to survive this yet nothing was coming up. All of his ideas were being destroyed by the one simple inescapable reality. He wasn't strong enough. And it destroyed him. He was a VIltrumite! Born to inherit the stars! He didn't want to be like his kin, murdering his way through the Universe, he wanted to cultivate his strength in the Arena, against beasts and prove he was more than muscle. Maybe he shouldn't. His mind went crazy, his eyes scanning, angry, desperate. There was nothing but the immenseness of space, nothing but void until, he saw it. A small oval type device floating in the air looking at the scene of both of them. A small Viltrumite logo embossed on the side.
And then the idea came to him. Thula was not allowed to simply kill them, they were Purebloods, the future of their race and Regent Thragg out ruled murder. So she didn't want to kill them, she wanted them to submit. To realize that they were not in control, not in charge here, she was. The blood draining out his veins all the motivation he needed. His vision getting blurry and his lungs feeling heavy he mouthed the words, knowing she would be paying close attention.
"I-I'll do it, I'll be the Viltrumite I'm meant to be." He mouthed in the vacuum of space no reply coming. His vision fading even more until only darkness and the chill of space encapsulated him.