Biosynthetic

Biosynthetic, a comic story line by Michael Wilson

Story opens in the vastness of space, the last unexplored territory of mankind. A celestial body coined Bastor's Comet, moving with a gentle determination as it had done for ages before its discovery, is making its century long return to Earth's Solar System. A mining and survey expedition has been approved to examine Bastor's mineral qualities. The vessel Walton is inbound when an unusual reading is detected coming from the comet.

Observer Post Officer

Sir, I am detecting a metallic object on the surface of the comet.

Expedition Leader

What? A metallic object, are you sure?

Observer Post Officer

Yes sir. Coordinates are being fed into the system now.

Expedition Leader

Well, we've come all this way. Might as well see what it is. Land us as close to the signal as we can get. We will send out a search party after our preliminary scan of the comet's surface.

On the surface of the comet

After the Walton had landed two men departed the craft carrying flashlight like devices that bare little resemblance to any existing technology. They are fully covered in exosuits with a distinctly reptilian design. A mirrored face plate adorns their masks to protect them from the elements. The soundless crunch of their boots meshes the soft surface of the darkly lit comet. They approach an opening that resembles a cave. As they wander inside, the explorers' flashlights illuminate the makeshift cave. Ice and ore light up with an understated yet appreciable radiance. They examine the cave for a short while before their lights fall upon a metal object. The two men approach cautiously.

Explorer

Sir, this is Rickard. We have found the object.

Expedition Leader

What does it look like? Can you describe its appearance?

Rickard

I don't have to sir. It's a Russian Alliance teleportation pod.

Expedition Leader

Russian Alliance? That's impossible, David contact UASEPC. Tell them we found El Dorado!

Back On Earth

Sometime later, two aircraft called sting rays for their resemblance to four-winged sting rays are on patrol along the Eastern Coalition / United Atlantic border. They are performing a routine aerial sweep to detect potential hostiles and report the locations of indigenous people to maintain population control.

Aircraft Pilot One

Air Control, this is Alpha. Routine sweep has been completed; border is clear request permission to return to Landsite.

Air Control

Negative Alpha, Sector 42 has requested emergency aid. Unidentified hostile has attacked Siterep Sigma, repeat Siterep Sigma is under attack.

Aircraft Pilot One

Copy that Air Control. Alpha inbound ETA flying time.

The Stingrays eventually make their way to the base designated Siterep Sigma. What awaited them was a state-of-the-art facility reduced to rubble. Combat Synth vehicles scatter the ground as smoke wafts from a sizable crater where a roof used to be on a cone shaped military research lab.