by Knight Errant » Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:01 pm
Hawkins looks over the assembled group. "Very well... if anyone misses what I'm about to say I expect you to fill them in. We are a team after all."
He clears his throat, and ruffles through the papers he is carrying before beginning.
"You all have been in cryo for seven months, fifteen days, and seven hours. One month ago a distress call was sent out from the Hadley's Hope colony on planet LV-426. It was garbled with static, and no other signals have been sent since. The Hyperion has been chosen to respond, and we are now entering the system. Our mission is recon and aid. The brass lists probable culprits for this situation as either an industrial or natural disaster, or possible pirate activity. But this is all speculation, we wont know until we drop."
"Any questions?"
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.