Getting caught in an ambush is certainly no-one's idea of a good day. Then again, getting cornered by something that can rip frozen airlocks off their hinges might not be better, exactly. Especially if there really is more than one.
Still nothing rears an ugly maw over the boarding ramp. The group stands clustered in the middle of the room, framed in the grey light that filters through the open rampway. Nothing stirs but the snow... while somewhere in the gloom of the ship, doors creak as they're forced open.
And you'd think, perhaps, daylight would glimmer through the open airlock.
Instead the shadows flood in.
Movement flickers around and above as something scatters into the darkness of the ship. Among the support pillars. Skirts that dim and lonely pool of light. Claws echo from metal; shadows leap in the corner of the eye. Whatever is in the ship now, they are many and fast and it feels that the expedition is about to be surrounded. They have seconds to react.
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Still nothing rears an ugly maw over the boarding ramp. The group stands clustered in the middle of the room, framed in the grey light that filters through the open rampway. Nothing stirs but the snow... while somewhere in the gloom of the ship, doors creak as they're forced open.
And you'd think, perhaps, daylight would glimmer through the open airlock.
Instead the shadows flood in.
Movement flickers around and above as something scatters into the darkness of the ship. Among the support pillars. Skirts that dim and lonely pool of light. Claws echo from metal; shadows leap in the corner of the eye. Whatever is in the ship now, they are many and fast and it feels that the expedition is about to be surrounded. They have seconds to react.