Escape
A small group of personnel were left at the outpost; Smurf, Boss, Spock, Chezaroo, Shaft, Possum and Area 51. These were all nick names that were adopted by the personnel at that outpost. Secure communications were never adopted or provided; depending on who was asked and they were the first thing destroyed in the attacks. Somewhere along the long timeline of their mission, they were forgotten or left as an expendable task force.
The days dragged on as the heat index start to push 65 Celsius. People slowed down as if pulled by the gravity of the nearby black hole. None of them were able to sense the looming danger within their enclave they considered home-away-from-home. The evil built its forces in secrecy, directly under their noses. No one could have foreseen the ferocity of the initial attack. Dark. Frenzied. Thousands of minions. For they are Legion.
In the midst of the Dark Moon, wave after wave, bombarded the small outpost with their plasma weapons. The shields held at first. The Outpost put up a valiant effort against the onslaught. The unrelenting heat from the two suns degraded the power grid; the shields were riddled with holes to which the Dark Forces learned to use to their advantage. The Black Hole was their only option for survival. If they could escape the surface to air weapon systems, they might be able to get to the outer atmosphere. If they didn’t, well, the planet would surely pull them back into a fatal spin.
The team fought their way to their landing craft. The Engineers had already boosted the ships power systems with the remains of the rescue craft that Corporate sent in earlier; which didn’t have the shield frequency code; it was a spectacular explosion. No survivors. Unlike those of us left behind to watch the failed attempt.
The days dragged on as the heat index start to push 65 Celsius. People slowed down as if pulled by the gravity of the nearby black hole. None of them were able to sense the looming danger within their enclave they considered home-away-from-home. The evil built its forces in secrecy, directly under their noses. No one could have foreseen the ferocity of the initial attack. Dark. Frenzied. Thousands of minions. For they are Legion.
In the midst of the Dark Moon, wave after wave, bombarded the small outpost with their plasma weapons. The shields held at first. The Outpost put up a valiant effort against the onslaught. The unrelenting heat from the two suns degraded the power grid; the shields were riddled with holes to which the Dark Forces learned to use to their advantage. The Black Hole was their only option for survival. If they could escape the surface to air weapon systems, they might be able to get to the outer atmosphere. If they didn’t, well, the planet would surely pull them back into a fatal spin.
The team fought their way to their landing craft. The Engineers had already boosted the ships power systems with the remains of the rescue craft that Corporate sent in earlier; which didn’t have the shield frequency code; it was a spectacular explosion. No survivors. Unlike those of us left behind to watch the failed attempt.
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