“YOU WILL NOT DIE. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE. PROTECT TERRA.”
I’d heard the Voice say a lot of strange things, but I pushed its words from my mind and basked in the reassuring sense of warmth it filled me with.
“We need an evac!” Noid shouted, carving through another wave of the ever-encroaching hostiles with a shotgun-like blast of her particle beam.
“Still nothing on the comm channels. We need to knock out that jamming device,” Big Mo replied as he simultaneously fought off the advancing enemy and tried to tend to Intense Dan.
“Switch to local channels. There may be someone nearby,” Smack ordered, trying to hide the tinge of fear in her voice.
We managed to keep our defensive parameter intact but had fallen back to within a few metres of the lander. The enemy occupied the high groun
