Alpha Station, The Ark

The lights were dimmed, as Nomi Castellan walked along the halls of the Ark, trying to make herself small and unnoticeable as the occasional guard walked past her. It was late, nearly curfew time, if she lingered long enough she would be asked why she still out and would miss her time frame altogether. But at the same time, she didn't care, no one would miss her anyway.

The packet of matches rattled in her pocket, the hefty weight of the container weighing down on her backpack, her heart beating so loud it was a wonder that no one else could hear it. 

The Ark had very strict rules. If you ended up disobeying even the smallest and were over eighteen you would be trapped in an airlock chamber and floated not too soon afterwards. However, if you were under eighteen, you were put in the Sky Box where you would be given a final chance for your crime to be reviewed at your eighteenth birthday, and either floated or pardoned for your crime and offered a second chance. 

The Chancellor's quarters swam into view, Nomi sent a brief look over each shoulder before gaining entrance within seconds, the door shutting behind her. She couldn't afford to be so exposed, especially at such a crucial part of her mission. 

"Here goes." She muttered to herself, pulling the container from her backpack and placing it down beside her. 

Pinching her nose with one hand, she took the lid off, the foul-smelling liquid wafting around the room. Crouching slightly, she carefully spread the dark gasoline around the room, the powerful smell nearing unbearable immediately. The weight of the container minimised as Nomi carelessly threw it behind her, where the empty container clashed loudly with the wall. 

She froze in place, her ears carefully scanning for any slight sound that could alert her to someone coming. The seconds passed in terse silence, no footsteps, no door creaking. She was safe for the moment. 

Nomi grabbed the packet of matches from her back pocket, gazing at the box for a few moments before picking up a match and striking it against the box. The fire lit up on the match immediately, the warmth of the flame hitting her immediately, radiating against her face. 

It would be so easy, to extinguish the flame and to step out of Chancellor's quarters and pretend that nothing had happened. But The Chancellor had done something that could never be reversed, Jaha had extinguished her parent's lives just as easy as it would be for her to extinguish the match in her hand.  

Her brother was gone after all, carelessly sent to Earth by her own parents after thirteen long, secret years. And she was alone, floating among the speckled darkness with glowing stars and if this was the only way to plant a small seed of rebellion, a small 'fuck you' if you will, then she was gonna take it. 

The match dropped to the ground, the smaller flame immediately bursting into a larger, hotter, inferno. The flames were everywhere, licking against her skin, a small proud smile breaking onto her face against her control. They grew larger and larger, engulfing her entire sight of the room, Nomi closed her eyes, enjoying how the heat radiating off her skin. 

Then all too soon the droplets of water, interrupted her tranquillity, an alarm already blaring in the background. The inferno was almost gone, black marks traced against the walls, the only reminder of them. Tight hands gripped her upper arms, whipping her head around all Nomi could see were guards everywhere, some assessing the damage, some preventing her from making an escape and finally, the last guard who held her smoking backpack and the box of matches in front of her face.

"You won't be needing these anymore," the guard chuckled before sealing her fate. "Nomi Castellan, you are now under arrest for arson. You will be put in the Sky Box, and wait for your eighteenth for your crime to be reviewed."