Jackson sat down, his eyes scanning the room, a predator assessing his territory. His heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and fear.

The girl was spinning in her chair, her eyes darting around the room. She looked like a wild animal, unpredictable and dangerous.

The sleeping guy didn't even bother to wake up, his snores echoing in the room, an annoying background noise.

Jackson looked at his new team, their faces reflecting his own sentiments - a mix of fear and anticipation.

The training was brutal, pushing them to their limits. But they survived, day after day, getting stronger, more resilient.

Jackson found himself adapting, his violent tendencies channelized into something productive. It was a strange feeling, but not entirely unwelcome.

They were finally ready for their mission. The spaceship was cold, metallic, a beast that was to be their home.

Jackson looked at the vast expanse of space, a sense of calm washing over him. Perhaps, he could find redemption here.

Their first battle was a test of their survival instincts. They fought, not as criminals, but as a team.

Jackson led them fearlessly, his past no longer a burden, but a source of strength.

They emerged victorious, their spirits soaring high. They had survived, together.

As Jackson looked at the stars, he felt a sense of purpose. He was no longer a monster, but a leader, a survivor.