Prelude to Darkness
Introduction into total chaos.
The light reflected in total blackness, yet they persisted with only an old flashlight.
It began with loud skull crushing knock on his door. The door and the man being quite the distance from our beloved planet, Earth.
Captain Jack L. Gaff of the U.S.S Crimson a man many believe to be an agent god or the devil, because of his uncanny sense for danger and reading of people and the other life forms that exist in the universe found thus far. Some may call him extreme in some of his methods of command, yet most of the surviving crew still stand strong with his decision making. The rest have no thought process at all as they were blown out into the vacuum of space.
Through his com station, the dazed captain heard a chime, an message from an technician.
"Hey Captain, the status report of the seekers we sent out"
“Well report already, we don't have much time" The Captain responded still stricken from the haunting encounter only a few hours prior.
Sitting in his worn command office chair peering into the destruction of the vessel that attempted to obliterate his crew and himself to whatever god each believed in.
He asked his creator “Just what did these creatures believe in and why the unprovoked attack?”.
The man whom responded loudly replied “Not a peep from our scans of the supposed friendly yet deadly Xiania vessel”
The last remaining probe that launched was at sixty-five percent operational state, so the odds of the survival of any of the creatures were minimal at best.
Meaningless if him and his crew couldn’t move the Crimson away from the danger that still could be lurking, waiting and waiting.
“Not so much as a signal dispersion?. Are there any debris inching closer Lt. Officer Adams?” The frightened Captain asked.
Adams attempted to speak and answer, but the words seemed stuck in limbo, and his vocal cords seized up as he quickly checked his wrist pad. “Damn it’s still not over, what are those miniature drones?”
The Lt. asked himself only for an instant as his view darkened to nothingness and abysmal tentacles attached to the lone drone.
Lt. Adams screamed at the sight, informed the captain and almost collapsed, indeed it wasn't over, not by a long shot it could even be over in a few seconds.
The crew of the U.S.S Crimson floated with hardly impulse engine drive power, awaiting orders.
