Epsilon - Scans

Carolina looked past the edge of the pit, to a cliff face twenty or thirty yards away. Off to one side, the smoking wreckage of a white, rectangular spacecraft stuck out of the bright red earth, and in the other direction, a sturdy metal drawbridge creaked in the air, clearly long enough to reach the platform but raised to prevent it. A hundred yards beyond that, a small village of chrome huts in oblong spheres and cones peppered the barren stone landscape, twinkling under a seafoam-green sky. Were they outside?

"I don't have access to most of your scanning tools without your helmet," Church commented, noticing Carolina looking around, "But I think we're inside. There were walls way off in the distance when you guys got dragged in here. More importantly, I got a basic motion scan going a second ago, and uh… there's a shit ton of targets over there. And they're headed this way."

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FreestyleKneepad, Round 1a