Mark had not expected the chorus of “No” to greet him reaching for the trap door in the engineering room floor. Snatching his hand back, he straightened and stared at the five crew members arrayed about the room. Each had lunged toward him, and, seeing him pull back, paused glancing at each other. They shuffled back several steps in discomfort, as if surprised by their own reactions. All this over one trap door?
Unlucky Task
Detective Sloane questioned the prudency of following an unknown entity into an unknown environ, but the space he led her toward didn’t bare the same all-encompassing blackness the creature created.
Day 17: Alien Scryers
Ben drummed his finger over the old worn wood of the desk as he watched Darlene. She stood at a table in the center of the room dangling a crystal from a chain in her hand as she leaned over a map. “I don’t know which is more unbelievable. The fact that you’re actually scrying or the fact that what you’re scrying for aliens.” His voice came out in a low grumble, which tumbled the words together.
Lucky Meeting
Detective Sloane stood in empty space again, the beach swept away as if the wave had obliterated everything and not just her world. Her family.
Day 10: Skeleton’s Battle Cry
Commander Nearborne raced onto the bridge of the Devastator ducking between wires dangling from panels ripped from the walls. Not since Trafalgar Squad had split directions had he seen another soul on the ship. The battle roared about the ship, but it lay emptied and abandoned with only a trace of atmosphere remaining. Still, the thing was their best chance and he’d already wasted… Nearborne glanced at his watch. Two minutes.
Day 7: Space Visitors
Bill swept the push broom ahead with a small puff rising into the air with each sweep. An overly energetic push sent dust high enough to enter his nostrils and cause him to sneeze. A movement which sent pain vibrating through his shoulders. Gritting his teeth, he turned his head to the side as he tried to swallow in the exclamation. A habit formed from years containing himself around families.
Unlucky Thought
Detective Sloane drew back from the image before her, turning away. The vision of the beach slid through the oily black and remained in front of her. “Release me this instant.” She squeezed her eyes closed. “Detaining an officer is an act of…” Sloane swallowed.
Day 1: New Friends
Franlin sighed relieved when the pod’s door swept open. Tarin rushed red and wheezing from having run. She glanced at the clock. “You shouldn’t have taken the time to shut the experiments down. You cut that too close.”
Lucky Day
Detective Sloane flinched, stepping backward even as the darkness engulfed her. Her mind screamed that the bio helm wouldn’t hold against this thing, this living darkness. Gasping ina breath, Sloane held it and closed her eyes.
Unlucky Touch
“Is that a challenge?”
Detective Sloan slapped her hands over ears ringing with the discordant buzz of the creature’s voice and from how hard she’d hit herself. Curling over, she winced.