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He's unable to do anything now. He's in the medical bay of our ship and it look's like he'll be going back to Earth quite soon. He's heading for a breakdown by the looks of it. I can understand why it's happening to him. It's no good trying not to think about what it is you're doing. It's impossible to distance yourself from something on this scale. I'm dreading the when the nightmares start - and they will.
Just by being here, we are all living on a knife-edge. We just don't know what will happen next. They'll come back for some reason. They may well use Craile's World for target practice. The shadow of their possible return looms over us everyday; they've probably gone to raise more settlements to the ground and there is nothing us humans can do about the situation. No one can match them in numbers or technology: they are simply too powerful to be defeated.
Perhaps though, someone or something will come up with a weapon that can be used against them. After all, everything and everybody must have some sort of weakness. We need a saviour, as I can't see anyway for us to be able to destroy them alone.
Everything looks exactly very much the same now. There is no colour or distinctive shapes left here any longer, just burnt, black rubble, ash, limbs and bones.
We know exactly what caused all of this - but I've never actually seen one, apart from images on holo-vids and news programmes. I hope I never do. The devastation they have left behind...we're at risk by being here and they could return...
Wait! That noise, what is it? Oh my God...
Their saucer, their huge flying saucers - they're coming! They're ready to attack again! So soon, my God what do we do? What do we do?!
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written by
CHRIS ORTON
copyright 2009
artwork by
RICHARD BLACK
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