Notebook Of Professor Flamear, Twilight Force Mission Day 9
We are so far from all that we know. Cut off. And dying.
Ms. Pretyman has become seriously ill overnight. Doctor Nopoin seems oddly casual about it.
Professor Flamear daydreams of home in Lagrange
A playback shows me. Nopoin subversively injected Ms. Pretyman with an immunity weakener. It enrages me.
I find Nopoin doing self-maintenance in the lab. I dash in. I grab it by the throat. It
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doesn’t breathe anyway, so it keeps talking.
“I sedated Pretyman because she assaulted Alpha! She assaulted me!” claims Nopoin. “She caused motor disruptions in both of us!”
I bear down on its neck with one arm while I pop off its head with the other. It emits a strange sound. The body freezes and falls over. The head keeps objecting. I stomp on it. The mouth is crushed. The head falls silent.
“Now what do we do for a doctor?” asks Alpha when we are discovered. I have destroyed his comrade.
“That was your doctor, not ours,” I reply.
“That was the mission physician,” says Alpha, drawing close to me. “This mission could give America the power to protect itself from anything that’s out here. This mission is for the union, and you just sabotaged it.”
“I wonder if we serve the same union?” I ask Alpha. I don’t wait. The Alpha should know. “I have discovered an energy zone surrounding the galactic core where entropy slows down and finally stops…”
We must try to reach that zone before being frozen.We might be able to recharge the TAREX battery. We might yet escape this galactic death trap.
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