Life Searcher
“Lifesearcher to Houston. You there?”
“Copy that, Lifesearcher.”
“Life-sustaining planet found. Movement recorded on planet’s west face. Permission to land?”
“Copy that, Lifesearcher.”
That was the last I heard from Earth. Now I live on that planet surviving on crew provisions. I live under a particularly dense patch of star trees (local fauna), avoiding contact with the natives and dusk riders. Dusk riders are rogue bandits who hunt people for fun. They ride on birds called dusks, swift and slender like a shadow. The planet’s natives are ugly quadrupeds. They live in ant-like colonies of soldier, worker, and hunter. The queen rules over all. They are intelligent enough to build clothes and homes. NASA would be proud.
Log29
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Log134
Today I’m going in.
I’m on my belly in the forest. Ferns and thorns scrape me. Sharp rock cuts into me, but my dusk pelt protects me. I can see the hive. It glows soothingly. Too bad after I drain the energy, there will be no more light. I’m silent like the hunting dusks. Swiftly, I take out the guards. Razor-sharp feathers fly straight to their brains. I enter. Three more guards come at me bringing goliaths, mutated battle versions. This is going to be harder.
I run at them. Three quick shots to the brain and they are dead. It takes me five minutes to get to the centre chamber. When I get there, I am surprised to find the core on the ceiling.
The floor of the hive is gooey like a living animal. The natives inside are mostly workers and not threatening, so I go unnoticed. I must use the inner pathways to get to the core. Along the way I take out a few soldiers and one goliath.
I’m at the top of the pathways. In front of me there is a series of catwalks laid out like a living spiderweb. I make a break for it, and I’m there. Tears well up against my eyelids, threatening to burst.
I’m finally going
“Lifesearcher to Houston. You there?”
“Copy that, Lifesearcher.”
“Life-sustaining planet found. Movement recorded on planet’s west face. Permission to land?”
“Copy that, Lifesearcher.”
That was the last I heard from Earth. Now I live on that planet surviving on crew provisions. I live under a particularly dense patch of star trees (local fauna), avoiding contact with the natives and dusk riders. Dusk riders are rogue bandits who hunt people for fun. They ride on birds called dusks, swift and slender like a shadow. The planet’s natives are ugly quadrupeds. They live in ant-like colonies of soldier, worker, and hunter. The queen rules over all. They are intelligent enough to build clothes and homes. NASA would be proud.
Log29
Colonies …show more content…
Log134
Today I’m going in.
I’m on my belly in the forest. Ferns and thorns scrape me. Sharp rock cuts into me, but my dusk pelt protects me. I can see the hive. It glows soothingly. Too bad after I drain the energy, there will be no more light. I’m silent like the hunting dusks. Swiftly, I take out the guards. Razor-sharp feathers fly straight to their brains. I enter. Three more guards come at me bringing goliaths, mutated battle versions. This is going to be harder.
I run at them. Three quick shots to the brain and they are dead. It takes me five minutes to get to the centre chamber. When I get there, I am surprised to find the core on the ceiling.
The floor of the hive is gooey like a living animal. The natives inside are mostly workers and not threatening, so I go unnoticed. I must use the inner pathways to get to the core. Along the way I take out a few soldiers and one goliath.
I’m at the top of the pathways. In front of me there is a series of catwalks laid out like a living spiderweb. I make a break for it, and I’m there. Tears well up against my eyelids, threatening to burst.
I’m finally going