Willard Research StationBingham-class orbital, California
______________________Between the idea ______________________And the reality ______________________Between the motion ______________________And the act ______________________Falls the Shadow __________________________- T.S Elliot, The Hollow Men
Welcome Aboard
The air feels cold, even for such a small station, as you walk out of the main dock, it probably doesn't help that the station is made out of a giant chunk of ice. You follow the directions you received in the message, following one poorly lit hallway after another. As you turn a corner, you're met with a glaringly bright light, temporarily blinding you.
Once your eyes adjust to the bright lights, you see a Marine in solid black armor, his helmet has an opaque visor, blocking his face from view. He takes a step forward. "Identification, please." You slowly pull out the appropriate paperwork, handing it to the Marine, waiting as he reads it. "This all seems to be in order, proceed." The Marine steps out of the way, the door behind him, unnoticed until now, opens by itself, beckoning you forward.
You take a moment to be sure of your resolve, walking forward into the brightly lit room...
