R.A.F.T.

  In the year 3000, the humans decided they needed more air to breathe in there new colony.  The finest platoon of all was sent on the mission. As they left their home they looked at the purple surface of their new home they remembered from stories the one they are now heading to. The green of trees and blue of the oceans.  Nobody alive has seen it now but they knew it lay in pieces held close by gravity.

  The journey would take two months if it weren't for the attackers they came across.  Some other life forms seemed to have taken control of their old home.       They could not believe it.  As admiral Bill slowly and cautiously crept through the minefield of enemy dreadnaughts.
  People back at the new colony had expected the worst after four months went by. Their families greived and leaders feared for the air supply.  They had lost contact with Bill and his platoon due to the enemy sattelites.  However Bill had bigger issues; the air in the emergency tanks was low.  Thankfully, they could now see their destination.  It was not blue and green, but grey from ash and smoke.  It lay in three chunks with a mile if space between each other.  Bill landed the ship and used the tracker too find the real target.  After two hours the lost hope. It was gone. Probably dead for centuries.
  That was when they saw it.  The last one. They stared up the dark brown trunk.  The leaves so green they could not believe it.  They have never seen one in their life.  They were appauled.  They carefully uprooted it making sure to not harm its roots.
   As they loaded it into the ship they saw enemy spacecrafts coming at them.  "To your stations quick!"  Anounced Bill when they got out of the atmosphere they did the most risky action imaginable.  They turned the thrusters on while in an asteroid belt gaurded by the enemy.
   Two months later they arrived at the colony. They were honored by the colony's governors.  By year 3900, the colony was full of trees thanks to Bill.