KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
2052
"Fall back, damnit! Fall back! Davis, Hayes, get Reyes out of here! Now! Move!"
Air was leaking out of her suit faster than they could patch up the huge hole where her arm used to be. The sound of gunfire, muted in the thin atmosphere of Mars, seemed to echo everywhere around her. And then the...thing...roared and it seemed to drown out all other sounds, even the hissing of the air out of her suit.
There was a sudden blast of heat and screaming...the second squad was being burned alive.
2057
"Babs, tell Ark 21 to hold until we're clear of the enemy's range of fire." Colonel Marx was already gone, giving orders to the weapons crew.
"Ark 31, hold position. Repeat, hold position."
There were dozens of shuttles in the sky, all headed to the various Arks in orbit. Ark 31 was already gone, destroyed by the enemy. Ark 21 blew up in the monitors as it moved into hyperdrive activation position.
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Ryota had no time to grieve. His wife had given him all the assurances he needed to hear that she and their son would be safe. She had said all the right words. They both knew she was lying. But, it didn't matter. Not in that moment. Now, he needed to focus on keeping the ship in one piece until the shuttles arrived.
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Emma and Trace could see everything from their seats on the last shuttle to Ark 17. Shuttles shot down by the enemy's strange, almost invisible black warships. Arks exploding in orbit. Fighter jets desperately trying to buy the shuttles time.
Eight hours later...
Ark 17 had spent eight hours in hyperspace before the engine crew finally managed to deactivate the hyperdrive. No one knew precisely how it worked or how fast it allowed a ship to go. Hyperspace was an entire realm of its own, with currents and eddies and who knows what else. The rough conversion, though, was about one light year per minute. Which meant Ark 17 was nearly 500 light years away from Earth.
In hyperspace, Dr. Trace Martin-Davies, Senior Airman Mike Babington, Dr. Emma Sanduine, Corporal Juno Reyes, Sato Ryota, and a couple of others on the ship, all felt...something. Heard...something. Voices, but not voices. Words, like the symphony of the universe, undecipherable, un-learnable, but undeniable. No one else knew, no one else heard. But for those that did...nothing would ever be the same.
The Escape of Ark 17 Theme
"Fall back, damnit! Fall back! Davis, Hayes, get Reyes out of here! Now! Move!"
Air was leaking out of her suit faster than they could patch up the huge hole where her arm used to be. The sound of gunfire, muted in the thin atmosphere of Mars, seemed to echo everywhere around her. And then the...thing...roared and it seemed to drown out all other sounds, even the hissing of the air out of her suit.
There was a sudden blast of heat and screaming...the second squad was being burned alive.
2057
"Babs, tell Ark 21 to hold until we're clear of the enemy's range of fire." Colonel Marx was already gone, giving orders to the weapons crew.
"Ark 31, hold position. Repeat, hold position."
There were dozens of shuttles in the sky, all headed to the various Arks in orbit. Ark 31 was already gone, destroyed by the enemy. Ark 21 blew up in the monitors as it moved into hyperdrive activation position.
___
Ryota had no time to grieve. His wife had given him all the assurances he needed to hear that she and their son would be safe. She had said all the right words. They both knew she was lying. But, it didn't matter. Not in that moment. Now, he needed to focus on keeping the ship in one piece until the shuttles arrived.
_____
Emma and Trace could see everything from their seats on the last shuttle to Ark 17. Shuttles shot down by the enemy's strange, almost invisible black warships. Arks exploding in orbit. Fighter jets desperately trying to buy the shuttles time.
Eight hours later...
Ark 17 had spent eight hours in hyperspace before the engine crew finally managed to deactivate the hyperdrive. No one knew precisely how it worked or how fast it allowed a ship to go. Hyperspace was an entire realm of its own, with currents and eddies and who knows what else. The rough conversion, though, was about one light year per minute. Which meant Ark 17 was nearly 500 light years away from Earth.
In hyperspace, Dr. Trace Martin-Davies, Senior Airman Mike Babington, Dr. Emma Sanduine, Corporal Juno Reyes, Sato Ryota, and a couple of others on the ship, all felt...something. Heard...something. Voices, but not voices. Words, like the symphony of the universe, undecipherable, un-learnable, but undeniable. No one else knew, no one else heard. But for those that did...nothing would ever be the same.
The Escape of Ark 17 Theme
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