SEVENTEEN
BIFLUX
“Oh hell!” Trevik said as he climbed out of the craft.
“What’s wrong?” Torben replied as he joined the man next to the huge white pipeline.
“Something’s ripped the control panel off the terminal. Here,” the older man said as he handed Torben the rifle. “I’ll get my tools from the craft. Keep your eyes open for predators.”
“Okay,” was his short reply as he took in the landscape around him. The Tundra of Biflux was a barren, desolate place. No trees or plants grew this far north. On the horizon, a cluster of mountains shimmered in the distance as the collective rays from the two suns cast their glow across the planet. Torben looked to the south, the line of evergreen trees that they had recently burst from still visible to the naked eye.
The older man came back with a
