The Hades Project

[Exile]

The men made their way through the badly damaged ship. Bodies and wounded littered the hallways. 'Fragile shells, these Humans.' They didn't bear any weapons, but instead they handled floating objects. A small minded fool might refer to them as 'artifacts'. Shields, weapons, projectiles, whatever. Nothing but the Nomads knew what they were and what they were for.

They came across a Human or two. It didn't matter much. A few thoughts here and there and he or she was reduced to nothing but a weak, empty shell of nothingness. Resistance? Non. The Agent has done his job.

Fifteen short minutes later

*THOMP**Krrst**KWOOSH** And the door the the labs blew open in a flash of blue light.

'Where are youuuu professor'
'We won't hurt you...'
'Come out come out wherever you are...'

A bunch of books, some closets, few shelves and some computers. The place was a mess.

'Professor...We need to talk to you...'
'Professo- Oh, there you are'.

Sturm wanted to talk. Wanted to know what the hell was going on. But the two 'men' had other plans. One of them shot one of the orbs circling him into the ceiling, striking the professor down in the process.
'I'll drag him. Where to?'
'To Altair'.

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