Thousands of tentacled-lifeforms grazed about, feasting on the incapacitated ships. Whether for power or to extract nutrients we didn't know, but their steely embraces of the vessels indicated digestive intent. Electric pulses of lightning carried up their limbs to featureless bodies wavering like jellyfish.
"Retract sail. Bring nuclear reactor online and prime the weapons—just in case."
"Aye, Cap."
The moment our primary power came to life, a tentacle wrapped across the viewer, then two more. Ascension moaned from squeezing pressure on its fuselage.
"Red alert!"
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Space Cemetery
Science FictionIn the cold vacuum of space, a great discovery has been made by Astragalus and her crew. But some things are better left unfound. And when things go horribly wrong, a distress call is sent the nearest ship, Ascension. Now, the crew of Ascension must...
