Certain Doom On An Alien Planet
I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
The legion is probably on its way here so we should be getting a move on or a broken space ship will be the least of our problems.
The aliens had made their purpose clear upon first contact and they were not happy with our showing up unannounced despite our superior technology.
They were a culture dictated by nuance and custom and we had broken so many of those when we crashed on their planet by complete accident.
What had started out as a recon mission to see if they would be receptive to first contact had quickly turned into an intergalactic incident of sorts.
They were coming. Soon. With weapons. Not the most sophisticated of weapons but they greatly outnumbered our scouting crew and there was no way around that.
We readied our weapons, fully expecting death whenever we would finally see their numbers come over the top of the hill.
We didn't even know if our transceiver was working to let Earth know our fate.
It was going to be a tooth and nail fight that we would lose, but we'd fight it regardless.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Grim situation. Not even superior tech can get them out of it?
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