Otang’s emergency transmission had been sent out days ago…and no response. There wasn’t going to be one. Communications were lost a few days ago. The transmission was sent on emergency band, one way only.
Some survivors died from their wounds during the wait. It was miserable for the rest. The morale was low and some contemplated suicide. By this time the handful of survivors left, knew about something killing them, but they hadn’t seen the creatures. Those that did survive an encounter had already died from shock or injury. They didn’t speak of the horrible things they saw.
Food rations were low. Somehow, someway, environmental systems were running, but low. at least it wasn’t as hot as outside where the temperatures reached the 120 degree Fahrenheit range. Throughout out their wait, some of the survivors had ventured out, some didn’t return. They reported to Otang that some of the corridors were empty, powerless so it was dark. Outside, the compound, they had ventured out into the base of the canyon. The compound was built there to provide shade from the horrid sun. it was elevated on platforms to avoid flood if it ever rained.
The survivors claimed they had walked down the stairs from the compound located in the western part of the canyon to the ground floor. Otang advised them not to venture so far or their death was eminent. Some didn’t want to stay caged like animals. And uproar soon ensued. Otang gave in, he had a plan of action to migrate to a better spot in case they would be rescued. Otang asked for the help of 3 colonists, Solo, Blade hunter and Cory. But he wasn't sure if they would join his plan to escape their death cage and make their way up to the surface of the compound.
Ready or not, the colonist escaped their doomed confined room and made their way thru the corridors. Some decided to make their own escape, and to hell with the commander. Those that separated, went thru maintenance crawl spaces up thru the ceiling. Their future is unknown. As for Otang’s group, they drudged on silently as possible and up to outside of the compound, a tall communication/landing tower was their best bet. With pulse rifles in hand, along with flamethrowers, and one grenade launcher, 2 flashlights and some small arms, the group started their excursion. It was that tower or death.
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