Mission Dying Earth

Written 7-20-22

(Bold is part of the prompt)

Mission Dying Earth

This was supposed to be a simple quest to the unexplored orbital planet, Sion GB97. The world was ending back on earth and we needed a habitable replacement. The mission was meant to be an honor; we would be saviors for all of humanity.

Yet, after we left the space station and launched the ship into hyper-speed the entire crew on the rocket became discombobulated with hyper sickness On Earth, no simulation could prepare you for how intensely the force of hyperspace might affect your body.

After a month of traversing the void of space, we arrived at the outpost just outside the atmosphere of Sion. As advised, we met up with the astronauts and scientists that lived here for several months building the outpost

This was when things started going wrong and the expedition went from honor to horror.

As we boarded the ship, there was a constant alarm that echoed throughout the outpost, a warning that something intent on destruction had breached the station.

We made our way through the port hallway, the lights flicking like they had not been kept up with maintenance, coming up to the valve that separates the outpost from the pressure of space. With a hiss from the seal the valve opened, and as far as the eye can see corpses littered the floor, blood congealed and stained on the astronaut's clothing and floor.

When the alarm went off they were supposed to be confined to their quarters, to prevent this, to wait it out till the threat passed, and no one would be hurt- no one.

My space helmet fogged at the sight, I felt sick again, my breath heavy and staggering through the filter. As my crewmate and I froze in space and time staring down at the bloodbath my commander, captain Greyson threw off this helmet and immediately made his way through the hallways checking for pulses.

"They are all gone captain," Kat Davis, the astronaut next to me said, the words sounded like they were stuck in her throat.

I removed my helmet and slipped out of my gear, revealing a two-piece cotton uniform.

"We should send a message to the base and let them know," I said low and sympathetic, knowing the captain would have to make that call to earth.

"Stop it! stop saying that!"Greyson yelled, turning around to face us, "there has to be one survivor, just one is all I need", his fist white from clenching, his voice breaking and his eyes filling with tears before quickly clearing his throat and looking away, refusing to let his crew see weakness.

We made our way through the hallway, careful not to trip or step on the bodies.

Taking out places in the command room, we took our seats, thirty five chairs were left empty once claimed by the astronaut onboard.

The alarm was still ringing in the distance.

"We must figure out what caused the slaughter, whatever-whoever could still be out there" Mr Greyson slammed his fist on the table.

"Is it open to discussion that this could be due to Alien technology?"

"Well, that would make base confused and confusing as there is no evidence that this is alien technology," captain expatriated.

"I was just going to say that though, just because there is no proof doesn't mean it isn't a possibility I mean for all we know this is alien we don't know what is happening," I explained.