Greetings and salutations! It’s saturday, and another Tale for you all! This one’s extremely short, but poignant (I hope), and very much relevant to the upcoming big series I’ve mentioned several times! So, short and sweet. Hopefully!
In other news, I’ve finished the second draft of The Package, my charity novel, and now looking for beta readers. Hopefully people will enjoy it!
Speaking of enjoying, here’s the story you’ve all been waiting for this last week…. or not.
A SIGN OF THINGS TO COME
Death stalked the corridors of the Navy’s outpost on Delph Tar.
A small manned outpost, it was sat on the edge of what was once the Minap Empire. It guarded the valley that led to the final guardian of a civilisation that had existed 250,000 years ago. The planet was on the edge of Andromeda, near the Linkway to the Dark Galaxy.
Now the base was violently devoid of life, and thin armoured forms move lithely among the dead, checking for signs of life to extinguish.
Lights flickered from ricochet plasma shots, and computer consoles sparked from feedback overloads. Shadows danced around the rooms thrown there by dozens of failing light sources.
Ensign Mulcahy staggered back against the wall, a thin, alien sword protruding from between his ribs. Blood flowed from the wound, and from his mouth as his internal organs haemorrhaged from the abuse. His killer stood in front of him, clad in sleek matt-black armour that the light just skimmed over. Two slim red eyepieces glared at him accusingly as the life drained out of his body.
His armoured killer dragged the sword painfully out of his chest, making him cry out. He slumped to the floor, coughing up more blood onto his uniform. To his right lay the open-mouthed body of Lieutenant V’Jar, the alien’s green blood caked across his horror-stricken face.
The killer moved on, leaving Mulcahy to die in racks of coughing fits.
The life bled out of him, though not before he managed to scrawl something on the metal floor in his own blood:
THE CORE ARE COMING.