The Protogen Generation

Disaster

“Remember, if you see anything unusual, report it,” Scott said as he pulled himself out of the airlock.

The airlock on the EX-5 is weird, because its located on the bottom of the spacecraft, right in the middle of the heat shield. it's kind of hard to get in and out of since there aren't many handles to grab a hold of.

Once Scott got out of the airlock, it was my turn and I pulled myself out as well.

I followed Scott as we both floated along the heat shield to a ladder, letting us go from the bottom to the top side of the EX-5.

Once I reached the ladder, I saw a breathtaking sight. You could see all of Aureon, a beautiful blue atmosphere dotted with white stirred up clouds.

As I looked lomger, stuff about the planet began to look strange…

“Does anyone else see this?” I asked, trying to figure out what's wrong.

“What did you find?” Scott asked, already well on his way to check the antennas

Then I saw it, “The coastline, it looks wrong.. I don't recognize that landmass right there” I said, pointing towards the planet.

“Huh… I don't recognize it either. But we shouldn't be worrying about that right now,” said Scott, removing the panel off of an antenna.

“This looks fine,” said Scott in a surprised tone, “The antennas don't have any damage.”

Avera chimed in, “ Then why aren't we receiving anything?”

“Could be the computers, I don't know!” said Scott, clearly frustrated.

“Well can you at least check for any other damage?” Lucas said, changing the topic, “That could explain why”

“That wont do any bad to look,” said Scott as he put the antenna cover back on.

“Does the heat shield have any damage?” asked Garrett through the headset

“I did not see any damage or cracks,” I replied as I grabbed a small foothold on the side of the fuselage and tethered myself to it, “I didn't see any damage anywhere else.”

“Well that's good,” Scott says, “but that still doesn't explain why we haven't received any radio signals”

“Well in that case you both should come back in” says Avera.

“Alright, will do.” Responded Scott.

“Wait,” I said, “I wanna get one last look from out here”

“Fine,” Avera said, annoyed without a doubt.

I got my foot into one of the footholds on the top of the fuselage, at that point I was practically standing on the top of the spacecraft, looking upwards towards the planet.

You know, at this moment, I really have to compliment space. It was cold, lonely, and it tries to kill you. But when it doesn't, when it lets you live, it is majestic. Here I am, weightlessly gazing upon my home. No cares, no burdens, nothing.

“Are you done yet?” asked Scott, who was on the ladder, read to go back to the airlock

“Yeah yeah,” I replied, and I began to step out of my footholds.

Then something caught my eye. A small sparkling thing. It looked like a star, except it kept getting bigger.

Suddenly it stopped growing, And flew right by at a high speed. It looked like a shredded chunk of metal.

I instinctively tried to jump back, “Oh fuck!” I yelled through the intercom.

“Report?” Avera asked.