Darkness Falls

JP with Omni and A.Patient.Man#6020

8.3.5 SW
19:20/21 SW-CP-Local Time
Crowning Point > Reactor Fuel Storage

Officer Carson slowly backed away from the hole as Al Saygin rotated the VTOL into position and lowered it like an absolute expert onto the narrow road between the forest and the warehouse missing the branches and roof by inches.

Already a good pilot, Saygin was getting used to flying and landing the new VTOL in tight spaces.

Carson gave him the thumbs up as the VTOL touched down and blocked the hole.

“Damn good landing”, the Marshal commended as he joined the two of them a moment later. “Saygin, ready up and maintain overwatch on this position. Keep your radio low volume. We don’t know exactly how sensitive these things are to sound. Carson, on me. We scout out the perimeter and move into position at the door while we await the rest of the team.”

With that, the Marshal and Carson checked the area for any other signs of the alien creature. Without taking into the woods, the surroundings seemed to be clear.

A few minutes later, the headlights of another FAV bounced across tree trunks and gravel road on their inbound approach. Four more security team members, armored with M3 vests and an assortment of weapons, exited the vehicle.

By now, the sky had grown dark, but Suen, the planet's only moon, was not yet shining down on them. The Marshal sent Carson back around to join Saygin and readied the team into position with their tactical flashlights pointing at the door. Then he began lifting the corrugated door to reveal pitch black storage space.

The team shined their lights around, scoping the empty maw. The flashlights of the security team revealed several rows of large round tanks of gases, stacked two high about 2o meters inside. A P-5000 Power Loader stood bound to the right wall, ready to offload tanks onto trucks.

Roberts found a switch near the entrance and flipped it on. There was no change in lights or sound of power coming on.

"Shit." cursed Roberts. Just his luck. He backed out of the potentially dangerous warehouse keeping his eyes trained for any movement in the darkness. He grabbed the radio.

*tzzt* Saygin, Carson. See if you can find a generator out there. Seems to be no power to this storage unit. *tzzt*

The silence was making him nervous and the darkness was messing with his mind. He replayed the events of the Cronus over and over, anticipating some terrible creature to show itself.

*tzzt* Copy. *tzzt* was the response.