2025-05-24 12:32:24“Our connection to the colony is dead,” Gerry said flatly.
We had entered an entirely different region, though the red sands stretched in all directions like the rest of Mars. Dunes broke unevenly around us, scattered like rust-colored waves. “Did you hear what I said?!” Gerry repeated, louder. I stood on the edge of a dune and activated the Astro Binoculars in my helmet. A heads-up display flickered across my visor, calibrating. I scanned the barren wasteland ahead. “Thoughts?” I asked over the comms. “This is Jarek’s expertise,” Vanessa replied. Despite the early hour, the Martian heat was already suffocating. “Yes, Boss,” Jarek said. “We have to cross. That’s how I found the Interstellar camp the first time.” “If we don’t find that camp, we die,” Gerry mumbled. Tyron typed rapidly on his console. “Analyzing topography. If we veer south, we’ll hit an even plain. Could be ideal for a camp.” Jarek nodded. “We move. It’ll take two days. We can refill supplies there.” --- Two days later, we were all huddled in the same Terrapod. Jarek sat in the dark, vaping silently. Then Gerry burst in, turning on the RTG lamp and blinding us. “What the hell?” Tyron groaned. “You guys have to see this!” Gerry panted. We climbed the tallest dune nearby, plowing through loose sand. “Look!” Gerry shouted, pointing. Sure enough, far in the distance—a flickering strobe of light. “What is that?” I asked. Jarek squinted. Tyron replied, “Impossible to identify. Distance—126 kilometers.” We followed the strobe all night. At daybreak, it vanished. Then: smoke. A thin trail over the horizon. When we arrived, the Interstellar camp had been destroyed. Ashes. Burned debris. A vandalized RTG—still pulsing—that must have been the light source. We stood in silence. Buzzing filled the air. A Martian gnat zipped past, then a dozen more. They descended on bodies strewn across the sand—unmoving, with only their inner suits remaining. Their space suits had been stripped. From over a slope, a Martian pangolin—its armored body dull and coppery—lurched forward, dragging a corroded corpse down with it. “Did these things kill all those people?” Gerry asked, his voice trembling. “They’re scavengers,” I said. Jarek crouched by a body, examining it. “Devilmen,” he said darkly. We all looked down. Some had gaping wounds. Some were missing limbs. We retrieved shovels and buried what we could. --- Later, as we sat beside the RTG eating silent rations, Gerry broke the silence. “Boss, this mission is a bust. We should go back.” Vanessa shrugged. “To go back is still easier.” I looked at Tyron. He was unreadable. Jarek stood and gestured for me to follow. We stepped aside, away from the others. “The desert is drier. We struggled just to make it here. And the Devilmen? If they wiped this camp, they’re stronger than we thought,” I whispered. “I got a crazy idea,” Jarek said. Whenever he said that, it meant madness was coming. “We go further south. Might find another way in. Or... you take the Red Rock and return. I’ll go on alone.” He held out the stone. I pushed it back. He was testing me. Tyron approached. “Sorry to break up the bromance,” he said. “A severe storm’s coming. My readings say we have 48 hours before it hits.”
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