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A story continuation
by Charles L. Dalmas |
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Colonel Phillip Davenport surveyed the control room of the laboratory with a confused expression on his face. Ever since the FC had sent him here to this remote world in the Magistracy of Canopus, something hadn't smelled right about the disappearance of the colonists/scientists who had built that monstrosity of a battleship. He was accessing the logs of the scientists, and they all said that there was nothing that they could do against this form of the flu, bla bla bla...
Davenport had been a medical officer for over 20 years, and he knew that even the most virulent diseases don't wipe out entire populations in a week. Even Ebola and the other hemorraghic fever viruses didn't kill that fast. Certain extremely rare bone eating bacteria could, but this was listed as a flu bug, and the doctors here simply could not have misconstrued that, especially if they were part of a fanatical group loyal to Alexander Kerensky.
No, something was not right.
Davenport flipped through the files on the still functioning computer, and concluded that all of the logs gave the same story, as full of holes as it was. His comm beeped. he flipped the switch and said, "Davenport here."
"Sir," came the shaky voice on the other end, "you better get down to the weapons lab. Something here you have to see."
"Roger, Major. Out."
Davenport stood and walked from the control room and headed down to the weapon's lab, five levels deeper into the planet's surface. "Major Dixon isn't likely to be shaken by much," He thought. "Fought on Tukayyid as an attache to ComStar's Fifth Army. Wonder what has him spooked?" Davenport was still musing as he entered the elevator. He marveled at how the complex was still fully functional even with all of the people gone. "Level Five, Weapons Development and Computer Programming, " intoned the speaker in the elevator as the door opened.
Dixon was standing over something on the floor in the middle of the hallway leading to the control room. It looked like a man, but much different. "Major, report," ordered Davenport.
Dixon cleared his throat, and began in a strained voice, "The files down here are different from upstairs, sir. I believe that they have been tampered with. The files down here tell a much different story, but they computer system down here is separate from the main system. They had it set up to run diagnostics on the main system and to manage the weapons production plant in the bedrock underneath us. I guess it was because the plant was so huge that they needed another system. Anyway, listen to this, sir."
Dixon gulped, and motioned to a Lieutenant behind him, who pressed a series of keys on the panel in front of her. A voice filled the rooms from the speakers.
"Nowhere left to run...This is Dr. Alan Ward of SecStation Blackwine. I am possibly the last of handful of us left alive. If you are reading this, then THEY have won. The Tirpitz is safe, sent to the orbit the solar system on auto pilot and return here in 21 days, thank God. If they got their hands on it, no telling what they could unleash. Now, there are some things you must know. Several days ago, we noticed a peculiar disturbance in the space surrounding the fifth planet of this system. It was as if someone were turning a light on and off. Brilliant, multicolored lights were visible in our telescopes and large amounts of radiation on our scanners. We thought it might be Solar activity behind an eclipsed sun, but it was not. We still don't know what it is, I and my colleagues, but it might have been a rift in space, and possibly even time, as if a vessel missjumped.
In any event, within three days, they arrived. Not man, not machine, but somehow both, with large metallic eyes, and demonic looking headgear. they...*unintelligible*...te us, as they call it, turn us into zombies with no feeling, no life. They are immune to weapons and fear, and have taken all but seven or eight of us. I am here in the weapons lab, holed up...If they come for me,
I've got a laser pistol ready. I won't wind up a zombie like the others...I WON'T!!
***Large Explosion***
They've broken in in sector 5...God forgive me...*deep breath* There's one now!!! **laser firing** ** thump **
Ha, I gotcha!, now you won't get me! *laser firing again*"
"Hold tape, lieutenant," said Dixon.
The Lt. pushed stop. Dixon turned back to Davenport. "that's not the worst part...it was this next voice...completely devoid of all emotion and like a robot. Positively eerie. Go on, Lt."
The Lt. resumed playing the log, and a deep, thick voice out of hell intoned..."Resistance is futile." |
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