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Hope's Arrival

Posted on Thursday February 13th, 2020 @ 9:47pm by The Survivor

Mission: Whispers In The Dark
Location: Xendi Sabu
Timeline: Day 7 at 0945

A thin red-haired woman sat huddled in a dimly lit cave. Faint light illuminated from two handfuls of glowing blue moss which was placed at her side. She rocked back and forth, her arms clasped around her knees. Her feet were bare, her clothes worn and tattered. It was evident that she had not washed for several days, blood and dirt had dried to her bits of exposed skin, her hair was matted with pieces of debris interwoven. She looked across the room to a dirty, stuffed toy and it’s round black eyes looked back at her.

“We are not going to make it. We are going to die here. We are just preventing the inevitable. I should never have let you talk me into this. Did the thought never cross your mind that I’m going to starve down here?! I should have just let them shoot me. You made me come down here. Hide. I should be dead. Dead.”

She snarled at the toy as her face angered, her whole body snapped. In one quick, enraged dash she lunged and grabbed the toy in her clutches. She peered down at it. “Damn you! Damn you! Damn you Esma! Let me die! Just let me die!” Tears began to run down her face as she wailed. “Let me die!” She stood and threw the toy deeper into the cave until the darkness consumed it. She let out a sigh of joy, proud of her action.

She sat alone now as she wiped the tears from her face. Her fingers began to trail through the cave floor. A small two-headed worm-like creature revealed itself. She quickly scooped it up between her fingers and tossed the creature into her mouth and bit down on it. The juices splashed against her teeth.

She then glanced up toward the darkness. “Esma...” She whispered, “Esma...” she said again. “Esma!” She finally screamed as she skittered across the cave, thinking better of her earlier action. She held a bit of illuminated moss against the cave floor as she searched for the toy.

“Esma, Esma, Esma!” She continued to scream as panic washed her face. She looked for the toy frantically. At that moment, finding the toy was the only thing that mattered.

Alas she spotted it, pressed against the wall of the cave. “Oh! Esma!” She squealed as she hurried to scoop it up. She held it close to her chest. “Esma! I’m sorry Esma! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Never again Esma! Never again!” She rocked the toy in her arms. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay.”

The rocking continued for a long while, hours in fact... until a distant sound caught her attention. She heard footsteps echo through the cave. The woman’s eyes perked up and cocked to the direction of the sound. She placed the furry toy between her teeth and froze perched on her hands and feet.

At the mouth of the cave, a lone figure stared deep into the darkness of the void. Languid, tall and gangly, the alien being had four long, upper limbs with long, pointed digits. It’s skin, at least the skin that was visible, was a pale grey colour, the kind of colour Romulan’s looked when they’d had too much Romulan ale. Standing between 7 and 8 feet tall, the creature was adorned in garments that made it look terrifying. Armour-like plates covered its strong rib cage, sitting comfortably atop its clothing and boney torso. In truth, it almost looked fragile, to the point that it wouldn’t take much for the creature to have its arms or legs snapped.

It stood rather stoic, silent and still as it listened for noises from within the cave system. Eventually, it’s superior hearing, like most of its sensory abilities, warned it of the caves single occupant. Preparing itself, the creature took a step to enter the cave and would have made its way further into the void had it not been for the sound that permeated the air and drew its attention to the heavens. Its heightened senses had allowed it to detect the sonic boom associated with a craft of some variety entering the atmosphere and by the sounds of things, the craft was drawing closer.

Turning back to the cave, a series of clicks from its vocal cords sounded incredibly sinister as they echoed and bounced along the rock faces of the tunnel. The sound was soon accompanied by a bright flash of light as the creature was engulfed in a matter stream and disappeared from sight, leaving the entrance to the cave wide open.

Without hesitation the female rose to her feet. She tucked the toy into the waistline of her pants, reached for the largest stone she could carry and lifted it above her head. Her face was fierce. She now galloped toward the mouth of the cave. The trek in total darkness, she had memorised the path on entry. Within seconds a loud scream reverberated through her chest and escaped her cracked lips - her battle cry, “FOR ESMA!!!” She screeched as the pain of the loss, the isolation, the fear and hunger consumed her. Her eyes watered, the soles of her feet bled on the cave’s floor; but, she did not slow. Her feet moved faster and faster. She burst out of the cave. The fresh night air hit her in the face as the stone passed from her fingers and sailed out into the open. There was no one there, there was no assailant. She, too looked to the heavens, and was forced to raise her hand to block a bright light.

A bright light that seemed to grow closer with each passing second...


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