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The servo-actuators behind Julia’s faceplate pulled it into an expression of concern, “Where is the rest of the Nephele’s population? My records indicate there were 3,731 colonists as of the most recent Commonwealth network report.” John’s gaze dropped even further, “Dead. Everyone’s dead but me. I’ve been here alone since we were attacked...you said you received the distress call 18 days ago...so, yeah I’ve been here alone for the past 21 days then. HA!” He chuckled, sorrow lingering on the edge of his voice. “HA! To think that I actually lost count...It took me three days to piece together enough components to just barely power up that beacon. I’ve been holed up in the pump station ever since.” He gestured at the two-story cylindrical building just behind him. “No Fallax have come since that last attack 21 days ago. Thank the heavens.” Julia took several steps forward and put her hand on John’s shoulder. She gently lifted his chin to look him directly in the eyes, initiating a small handful of protocols aimed at comforting the lone colonist, “I’m so sorry John. You’re safe now. I’m here to protect you and get you to safety.” John noticed how her eyes seemed to glow a brilliant blue. He exhaled sharply, getting his breathing under control. “What attacked the colony, John? What is a Fallax? I have no record of this.” |
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