Thread:JPhil2.0/@comment-6913371-20130912185953/@comment-6913371-20130913101721

Three days passed, the awful quiet days in which the crew had nothing more to do than wait, organize and wait for a signal from the team. Every 15 to 20 minutes the computer in Phil’s room made a little beep, acknowledging the message received from the planet. This went on for a while, once again.



Phil thought about what was next, once the team would not find anything again, they would have to send the reports to the Court, and then they would probably get their new assignment. But in his head, his mind, came the idea of going back. Earth? Home? He did not know, but in the endless space, it came the closest to home. He thought about it, more and more. He kept refusing, for Earth was no home. He had no family there, no friends, no home. Only Cyndra… His duty was here, with his men and his work, This piece of useless metal was his home.



He woke up disoriented, red lights everywhere, a hard sound screaming in his ear. Opening and closing his eyes repeatedly, still not knowing what happened and where he was, he soon realized something was going on. The red alarm made the entire room look like metal blood, and as he stood up Jason-08 and John came inside, eyes wide open and screaming ‘’Phil, fast come!’’.



20 seconds later it was clear what happened. The crew of the expedition was back. Their skin was burned, and they spoke and screamed nonsense. ‘’Fourth dimension, fourth dimension’’they said horrified. ‘’We must take it.’’ They were taken for immediate medical attention and as the Amdiral was discussing the situation with his men, the news came that they all died. It was not an horrible death, they just… stopped.

