Welcome to the Facility

[Ash]

A jolt of the ship woke Tristan up, he put a palm to his forhead where it had hit the side panel of his cockpit for a second before peering outside. Nothing appeared to be out there but he was no longer drifting, he was being towed. It was about time the recovery team arrived because as he checked the time he noticed it had been almost four hours. For a few moments he sat there waiting for a transmission from the crew before he decided to send one himself.

"This is Kruger Expeditionary Kappa 2, good to see you guys got here, please submit your desgination."

No answer came, seconds turned to minutes. He tried again several times before it was obvious that they weren't going to reply. Everything had a logical explaination, perhaps the comms radio had been damaged also, the auxiliary power wasn't working anyway but he didn't know how that linked to his radio. For several minutes he saw specs of dust and rock shrink away out of vision as he was pulled backwards by an unseen object. But something gradually came into view of his left window, the looming aurora of a desert world. He knew this was what he was sent here for but he also knew that the way home was pretty much the opposite direction. It gradually got closer by the second.

"Recovery ship, this mission is a Foxtrot, my oxygen levels are running low and home is not this way"

Still no reply. They eventually approached the planet, it was clearly a dead rock and it's white glow rebounded the green suns rays into his cockpit. The crescent got larger as they got closer showing a true two faced appearance. It seemed inpossible for such a brilliant white to turn to dead black on it's western hemisphere, there was almost something eerie about it but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Coming about the planet now there appeared to be nothing but the recovery ship and himself.

"Ok recovery ship, we've had our little sight seeing tour, i recommend we turn our asses around and head home"

From the dark side of the planet, a few specs of light, the tinyest little squares out of an engulfing abyss. There was no settlement here, the planet had hardly been charted, he knew that better than most people. As he moved the closer he made it out to be a fairly small station, but before he would have time to ponder on his thoughts the ship was being moved up into one of the docks.

His ship sprang into life and soon after the escape hatch was opened. A bright white light penetrated through it leaving the entrants sillhouetes against a glowing background. He only had seconds to be realise someone had pulled his arm behind him and struck him hard on the head with something blunt.

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