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The young recruit barely had enough time to pressurize her vacuum suit before being ejected from the airlock and slammed with the sudden sense of weightlessness and freefall outside of the forward thrust of the ship. Details were sketchy at best, but it appeared the captain had another one of those little 'opportunities' he loved to bless the recruits with that would be hazardous to decline. Never mind the fact that a recruit wasn't exactly a voluntary position in the spacefaring crew of the Ultramarines and more akin to the type of slavery which ensnared the gladiators of ancient Earth times. The choice was essentially to become a recruit or die, but as experience had made abundantly clear at this point, the recruit knew all too well that this gift was likely a stay of execution until one of these glorious chances to prove herself to the captain ended up with her body crushed, lungs frozen by space vacuum, or any of the myriad other unpleasant ways to exit reality that one could find in the service of a lunatic with a god complex. Slowly the gravity of ATUO3 began to pull her towards the surface of what appeared to be a strange planetoid object. The auto-thrusters on her suit took over navigation duties and managed the speed and direction of the descent. An auto-mapping algorithm began to overlay basic terrain information on to the blast shield of her helmet and indicated that the object she was meant to explore should be visible within minutes. As the object came into her field of vision, the suit began to decelerate while she looked on in aww. The recruit had seen plenty of artifacts from extinct alien civilizations before, but not only was this thing intact, it appeared to be a functioning piece of alien architecture. Of all of the unfathomable things she had seen and experienced over the last several decades of servitude while exploring the deepest reaches of space, never had she felt anything that inspired the overwhelming sense of terror and absolute isolation this mission had. She was ripped suddenly from her reverie as she the suit began moving her closer to the object. Panicking she tried to override the autonomous navigation and assume control of her own movements, but all she heard over the coms was the captain's sickening chuckle as he commanded her suit to move directly into the radiating energetic field of the device. In the throws of absolute panic, with her heart pounding so strongly it felt like a battering ram against the inside of her ribcage, the energetic field consumed the suit, shredding the very fabric of the universe itself. Then, she wasn't alone. Read more
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