The slaver's space ship had only crashed five days ago; three survivors were left on the planet: Quickeye, a marksman working in the security corps, Urist, a mining slave en route to a slave world, and finally, Cacame, an enslaved farmer headed for a midworld. For five days, things had gone well. Quickeye, recognizing that profits would have to suffer in exchange for survival, allowed the other two to be free. A farm had been put together, much of the wildlife had been hunted down, and steel was found in the mountains. A rudimentary power grid was set up. All told, things were going well.
It was then Quickeye stumbled across a building, filled with cryotubes from god knows when. Curiosity getting the better of her, she quickly undid the latch on one. At once, all of them hissed to life, opening to reveal a number of soldiers, clad in armor with guns already in their hands. Terrified, Quickeye fumbled for her rifle, but it was too late. In seconds, they opened fire, killing her on the spot.
The soldiers headed west, to the settlement. Urist was tinkering with a heater, while Cacame was tending to a crop of potatoes. Cacame noticed them first, and ran for the pistol that'd landed with them. She fired off a few shots, taking out the leader, but was soon down as well. Urist was executed, not even putting up a fight. And so ended the survivor's camp; a load of rubble left behind for the Loyal's Mesa to stumble across, when their trading caravan arrived.
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Topic: How did you last die? (Read 2400076 times)