The Team, whats left of it, unloads from the elevator with their gear and bits of teammates in hand. As Miyamoto and Lukas tear the elevator from it's tracks and jam it into the ceiling something rumbles a few levels down and everyone's suits beep a radiation warning.
"Guess he really had a nuke after all." Miyamoto mumbles, jamming the elevator back into place over the hole.
"Guess so." Milno says, weakly flexing his fingers, "Not that it matters now."
The team follows Jim through Long range Coms and Temporary storage out toward the loading and unloading area of the Hanger. There's no sign of the mist, but beams of macromist several feet thick are pushing their way up through the floor like sprouting plants. They're vibrating at a low frequency, the team can feel it through their boots as they walk near them, and playing havoc with electronic equipment. The radios squeal with static and video feeds distort.
They reach the hanger without incident and find it's doors to the planet surface wide open. And beyond those doors is a world very different from the one they saw when they entered. Everywhere, for miles in all directions, as far as they can see, is now dominated by enormous macromist structures. They've sprouted from the ground like Pythagoras trees, and grown hundreds of stories tall, branching into complex fractal shapes. Despite the lack of atmosphere there is a crushing presence to these things, some form of resonance that everyone can sense even if they can't feel it. Some are filled with terror, others with paranoia, or anger, and some shift rapidly between despair and rage. As they struggle to control themselves, a message flashes up into the collective vision.
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