thehunter2980

Vault - Floor 4 - 3:00 PM “Lewis…Lewis don’t touch that, don’t touch tha…” The Scientist’s sentence was cut off by a rather large explosion, which sent both the door to his lab, and his assistant flying, to which he could not help but laugh, uncontrollably, his drunken friend stumbling around only adding more comedic value to the entire situation. The two maintenance workers appeared, presumably from hearing the explosion, and started carting the remains of the door away. Well the larger of the two did, the shorter of the two muttering under his breath about it being the third time this week that it

“I am a stranded from the conflict between the Xenos Rebellion and Syrian Arms, I don’t care who finds me at this point, and I just want to get off this moon.” So, you’re still here then? Even though you have the power to transcend time and space, to leave this damn rock? I guess my stories somewhat interest you then… I guess I could tell you about the war for Luna, or the moon as it is known to the earthbound. The war for Luna, a one year conflict between the people of Xenos and Syrian Arms. The first proclamation of the interstellar conflict that would ravage most of human controlled space. We had received Inte

We've been here so long. Still I remember, that rainy September, when the bombs first dropped on Xenos. Syrian Arms, the largest industrial company within human controlled space had had their sights on the planet for a long time, with it being a paradise on the surface, and rich in exotic minerals below. The people colonised there were almost all civilians, the only ones who knew how to actually shoot a gun were hired mercenaries looking for an easy way to earn a pay check. Now, I look at my home world, and see nothing but an irradiated wasteland where a Gaia class planet once was, and I am stranded on its moon, Chyron. “2, 4, 1, 10, 2,