“Hey Boss,” Casey’s voice crackled through the speakers in the cargo bay, “you might want to hold on. It’s going to get a bit bumpy. “How bumpy?” Avalon already started scrambling to secure the turtle and herself into one of the chairs that lined the walls. In response, the ship rolled into a cascade of wild maneuvers. Anything that hadn’t been secured now flew around, clattering and crashing into everything else. Outside, she could hear the muffled wump of chaff…
Benjamin yawned as he returned to his seat in front of the dozens of monitors. Taking a bite out of his sandwich, he gave them all a slow scan. Each monitor showed a different enclosure throughout Sanctuary in shaded of beryl. Only a handful of the images had movement in them. He watched the nocturnal animals move about their areas. The night shift was easy and peaceful. No one came here at night. No one could. He couldn’t leave until…
Avalon Rodgers skidded to a stop and nearly collapsed. She shuttered as pain racked in from her ears towards her brain from the alarms first blast as it echoed up and down the barren hallway. The urge to drop the wooden crate to cover her ears overwhelmed her and instantly wished that ear plugs had been included in the gear bag. She reached in the box and rummaged around the Arrau turtle that sat inside, pulling out some of his…