Thursday, February 22, 2018

The Mechanical Journal of a Lost Expedition (final)

'We will wait inside until our ship, with any luck already on its way, can make rendezvous.'


  1. Sat on a Ramtha Generator, their time must have been limited, depending on being able to work out the ampage of the power source and the length of the wave form modulation flask, they should have been able to work out how long they had before irreparable cell damage rendered rescue a moot point.

  2. Quartzite Echo Stabilizers fall through ruin into the palpable eclipse of the seventh moon propelling the battalion ever on into the void. The stragglers fall out of diagram and are lost to the distance.


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