Galaxy of Terror Page #2

If it weren't so gruesome,

it would be fascinating.

Yes. The human mind is still as

dark as Morganthus, isn't it, Sir?

What do you mean,

it just disappeared?

- How can a life scan just disappear?

- It did.

I sensed something around Cos.

Then when he died,

it just vanished. Gone.

Those are the facts, Baelon,

I don't guess.

What I can't understand is how

it disappeared so quickly.

We were all there. -That's

how it was on Hesperus.

At first you don't see them,

but then they're everywhere.

The other one you

brought back,

he'd sealed himself into a room

and still something got him?

- Dameia, anything?

- (SIGHS)

Sorry, nothing

useful at all yet.

Cos died of a massive hemorrhage

from the puncture wounds.

Just as it looked. -Nothing

revealing on the other one, either.

What was left was such a mess,

the cause of death is uncertain.

The fact of the matter is, we don't

know anymore now than we started

except that the Remus

wasn't safe, neither were we.

We're not even doing

the repairs we need.

Baelon!

This is a rescue mission

specifically ordered by the Master.

We are required to do

everything within our means

- to locate and assist survivors.

- There are no survivors!

We know of five certain deaths, so

there are still four unaccounted for.

Look at this.

(BEEPS)

Here it comes.

- Scan malfunction?

- No.

Once again.

(PROCESSING)

There's something along 4-1-9 that

so overloads the instruments,

we can't even get

a reading on it.

Whatever sucked us into this slag

heap pulled from a single point.

A point I'm afraid we have no

option but to investigate.

(AIR WHOOSHING)

I don't sense life.

I feel absolutely

nothing at all.

I've never felt anything

so empty, so dead.

(BEEPS RHYTHMICALLY)

I'm not getting

any surface movement,

but I'm getting a neg density

reading in the center well up.

BAELON:

What do you say, Commander?

Uh...

Yeah, I suppose.

Well?

All right, Baelon.

You take Alluma, Quuhod.

Dameia and Cabren,

come with me.

We'll check the perimeter

before joining you.

Let's get out of here.

- Be careful.

- You be careful.

Commander?

Shall we go, sir?

Of course.

I wonder why the Master put me

in command of this mission.

I'm getting old.

I'm tired. I'm tired of giving

orders. And I much prefer home.

You're not old, Commander.

Not when I'm looking at you,

I'm not.

- (COMMANDER YELLS)

- Commander!

Commander.

What's the matter, Commander?

What's the matter?

I'm sorry.

I must have lost my grip.

Doubt is brother

demon to despair.

The demons tail, doubt withers

those who dare not dare.

Commander?

Shouldn't we be moving on?

I... I don't know.

Maybe it's just my nerves.

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