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"EEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
Roller Girl's deafening shriek seemed to last an eternity and more. When she finally collasped from utter exhaustion, the Silence that followed was eerily tranquil. The Whisper of Luna 4's temperate wind was the only sound... that and the pounding of the hearts of each of the 5 remaining survivors of the Wreckage of the Simon.
After a pause that seemed to last forever, but in reality was no longer then 30 seconds, Dark stood up and began to assess the situation.
DARK: "Alright, Private, get on your Transmitter... See if you can pick up any other survivors..."
Bulworth nodded curtly, and with a mumbled "Yes Sir" flicked out his Com Radio.
BULWORTH: "This is Private Bulworth, of the 41st regiment of the IDF, to any survivors of the Military Research Vessel "Simon", do you read me? I repeat, this is Intergalacitc Defense Soldier Private Bulworth... Please respond? I am operating on Security Channel 3.... do you read?......"
In the mean time, Darksider continued to issue orders to the remaining survivors.
DARK: "Sailor, what's the terrain like around here? "
SAILOR: "Well, Corporal, we set the "Simon" down in a clearing , about 8 klicks south of what seems to be the edge of some kind of abyss. It's a Canyon roughly 200 Klicks across, and God knows how deep. To the South we have what seems to be some form of Tropical Rain Forest, and to either side we have what the Mission Control refers to as "The Badlands", extremely rocky terrain that appear to be almost impossible to cross. "
DARK: "Is there any form of cover nearby, maybe a cave or something along those lines?"
SAILOR: "I'm not sure Sir, all Topographical Data was stored in the Computer back on Board the "Simon".
DARK: "Great.. what do you think are the chanc.."
Bulworth interrupted Abruptly..
BULWORTH: "SIR!! SIR!! I've GOT SOMETHING!!! I'VE GOT SOMETHING!!"
DARK demands Gruffly : "What is it Private?"
BULWORTH: "Hard to say Sir, we've got some form of Atmospheric Interference, but it sounds like Captain Cosgrove!!!"
DARK *-grabs the Com Radio from BULWORTH*- : "Captain Cosgrove, Captain Cosgrove, this is Corporal Darksider, do you copy, over?"
*-Though badly garbled by static... the unmistakable voice of the Captain can be heard*-
Captain Cosgrove: "......... anyone hear me...... 5 of us left......... North of Ship........ Com Link to........ Mission Control Down............. Native Life Forms.....hostility............. Millions of them.................. Infiltrated Crew.......... Running low on Ammo............. ...... Repeat do NOT................... require Back-UP....."
And then the transmission cuts out..
BULWORTH: "What are we gonna do Sir?"
Dark glances around at his fellow survivors, his intense stare relaying his reply before he utters it
DARK: "I don't think we have much choice."
Dark Slaps a fresh Cartridge into his Energy Rifle.
DARK: "We head back to the ship."
ROLLER GIRL: "But SIR!! What happens if those Rabbits come back!! WHAT ABOUT THAT THING THAT KILLED THE PROFESSOR!!??? THIS IS MADNESS!! PURE MADNESS!!! WE'LL ALL DIE!!! Fuck that.. i'm staying right here... right here Corporal...you can head back to the ship.. and when you're done.. you can come right back here.....i'm not going to die.. i'm to young to die..... don't want to.. don't want to.. can't can't can't..nope not never... "
DISCORD: "Hehe.. the cute little bunnies... will they lay an egg?? My bunnies had no ears.. they always broke off... hehe.... no ears..... lay eggs... bunnies bunnies.. Happy Easter"
DARK: "... no one stays... we all go.. Capiche? If you don't move your ass NOW... you end up like Richard... is that understood??"
To emphasize the statement, Dark releases a short burst from his energy Rifle into the Lifeless corpse of The Professor. Rollergirl jumps back in shock, but Dark's Methods have it's effect. Reason slowly returns to Rollergirl's thoughts..
ROLLER GIRL: "Crazy.. Crazy.. FUcking nuts.. we're not gonna make it out alive... should've been an accountant...."
DARK: "Right then... it's decided.... we head back to the ship... "
BULWORTH: "What do we do after that Sir??"
Suddenly the Com Radio bursts with static, and 2 words emanate from it, clear as day.
"......All DIE....."
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