Ice
Observation platform Delta.
Ice planet IX.
Uisper solar system.
Eugidi constellation.
Minmatar Republic.
Planktic colonies, micro organisms and copious amounts of heavy metals. There is a quiet calm about this place. This is a harsh world where the darkness is bewitching and the temperatures devilishly unkind, mind-numbingly cold like a frozen dagger to the heart. In the distance, lights plink away above a metal monster like eyes in the swirling snow and murky skies. Rhythmic and trance-like. Always blinking. Always there. An industry grinding away and eating the resources like a giant machine with a never-ending appetite.
The stormy black sky lights up as an Incursus-class frigate rumbles into view, announcing itself with a blistering flash.
I jerk awake, sitting bolt upright. Hands fumbling at my sides for my night vision zoom goggles, whilst at the same time smashing the talk button on my comms unit as I swivel clumsily in my chair.
"This is OPD1. Contact at low altitude, Incursus-class frigate, over."
Silence. The faint crackle of the comms. Nothing. Waiting. I look down at my half-eaten candy bar.
"Copy that OPD1. Standby, out."
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Stupid job. I slump into my chair and hit the play button on the holographic unit above my switchboard.
MB.
Ice planet IX.
Uisper solar system.
Eugidi constellation.
Minmatar Republic.
Planktic colonies, micro organisms and copious amounts of heavy metals. There is a quiet calm about this place. This is a harsh world where the darkness is bewitching and the temperatures devilishly unkind, mind-numbingly cold like a frozen dagger to the heart. In the distance, lights plink away above a metal monster like eyes in the swirling snow and murky skies. Rhythmic and trance-like. Always blinking. Always there. An industry grinding away and eating the resources like a giant machine with a never-ending appetite.
The stormy black sky lights up as an Incursus-class frigate rumbles into view, announcing itself with a blistering flash.
I jerk awake, sitting bolt upright. Hands fumbling at my sides for my night vision zoom goggles, whilst at the same time smashing the talk button on my comms unit as I swivel clumsily in my chair.
"This is OPD1. Contact at low altitude, Incursus-class frigate, over."
Silence. The faint crackle of the comms. Nothing. Waiting. I look down at my half-eaten candy bar.
"Copy that OPD1. Standby, out."
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Stupid job. I slump into my chair and hit the play button on the holographic unit above my switchboard.
MB.
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