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Previously on Legends: The world’s
most brilliant scientist Dr. Isaac Calu and his close friend George Richardson
tested a prototype spacecraft. However, a mysterious cosmic occurrence caused
them to be flung across the galaxy to a strange jungle planet. Stranded on an
alien world, the two quickly found themselves caught in an attack by a band of
vicious space pirates. George became chosen by a mysterious sword revered by
the planet’s peculiar natives and managed to defeat the space pirates. With his
newfound power, and was heralded as the hero “Gira” by the natives. Their only
path home through this mystical blade, Gira and Dr. Calu commandeered the space
pirate’s abandoned vessel and began their interstellar journey home.
~--~
“A distress signal?” Gira inquired,
as Dr. Calu pointed to the alert on their space ship’s monitor. The repurposed
pirate ship had a very rough and dirty interior, but the two had tried their
best to clean it up, to mixed results. To them, it appeared more like the
interior to a semi-truck inhabited by a sloppy driver. But, better that than
the den of filth it was previously.
“Seems to be,” Dr. Calu replied. “I
haven’t quite grasped every feature of this alien vessel, but their idea of a
distress signal isn’t too far off from our own.” The old, CRT-like monitor
displayed a small, red flashing light on a vague map of the surrounding space.
Based on the map, it was only a little out of their way, not that they really
knew where they were going. “What do you think we should do?”
“I’d say we investigate,” Gira
proposed. “It may be dangerous, but if it weren’t for the help of complete
strangers, we would never have gotten off the jungle planet. It’s time we pay
it forward.”
“Can’t argue with that logic,” Dr.
Calu chuckled as he steered their ship in the signal's direction.
~--~
The pair soon found themselves near
a massive space station. It appeared to be intact, and lights shined out of
almost every window. However, it seemed to be void of activity. Dr. Calu
expected other ships, an attempt to hail them or even hostility, but there was
nothing. As the two landed their vessel inside the station through an open
hangar door, their suspicions were confirmed. The place was seemingly abandoned,
and there wasn't a living soul in sight.
“This doesn’t bode well,” Dr. Calu
pointed out as the two garbed themselves in their refurbished space suits.
“It should be fine, as long as I
bring this,” Gira held up the Starbringer, before holstering the weapon at his
side. The two men quickly entered the station, hoping to find some sign of
life, or whoever sent the distress signal. However, no matter how far they
ventured into the station, they heard nothing but the creaking of metal. There
were no other life forms, no movement, not even an alarm.
The station’s machines were still
active and working. The rooms also appeared recently lived in, having been
abandoned no longer than a week ago. Yet, there was nothing, no blood, no signs
of struggle, no discarded weapons, or bodies. The most they could find were
clears signs that some of the inhabitants were in a rush to leave. Yet, it
didn’t look like anything was missing from the rooms as far as they could tell.
At most, they found spilled containers just outside several of the rooms.
“Perhaps we’re too late?” Dr. Calu
asked Gira.
“Seems so,” the black-haired man
sighed, greatly troubled by the idea.
“Still, whatever happened occurred
recently,” the scientist observed. “As curious as I am, I’d rather not stumble
into whatever horrible things caused this. If there is no one to help, I think
we should leave now.”
“Good point, let’s head back to-Wait
do you hear that?” Gira swung around as he noticed the muffled sound of crying
down a nearby hall. “There’s someone here.”
“Really? I don’t hear anything,” Dr.
Calu commented.
“Follow me,” Gira gripped the hilt
of his sword while he approached the sound, the doctor following close behind.
The two soon found themselves in a clean, white room. The area was filled with
beds, curtains, and tables covered in small bottles and medical tools.
“Seems like some kind of infirmary,”
Dr. Calu noticed, “wait now I can hear the crying.” The scientist followed the
sound himself before an unsettling sight caused him to lurch back. “Oh dear,
that’s a lot of blood.” A large trail of green blood led further back into the
room, next to a broken bed. On the ground beside the damaged furniture was a
small, humanoid alien with blue skin and small horns on its forehead. The
seemingly female alien cried while they clutched their right arm, which was
shredded and bleeding profusely.
“Are you okay?” Gira approached the
alien, but they were in so much pain they didn’t register his presence.
“I’m on it,” Dr. Calu moved quickly.
Thanks to the translator probes the space pirate injected him with previously,
he could read the alien language on the bottles. Wasting no time, he gathered
some clean water, antiseptic, bandages, and painkillers. The scientist moved
swiftly to treat the alien’s wound the best he could.
“Monster...” The alien mumbled, “it
stalks the station you can’t...stop such a beast...too many...” The alien
drifted in and consciousness.
“Monster?” Dr. Calu asked, “Hey,
stay with me, what happened?” Gira looked on with concern, only following the
doctor’s half of the conversation since he lacked the translator probes.
“I...w-was lucky...can’t stop the
monster...too...too...” The alien passed out but remained breathing, albeit
very slowly.
“I don’t like the sound of that,”
Dr. Calu exclaimed. “I think we should take her and leave, something menacing
lurks in this vessel.”
“If that’s the case, let’s shut off
the distress signal then,” Gira proposed. “Don’t want anyone else stumbling
across this mess.” Dr. Calu nodded in agreement before lifting up the alien
girl and snatching some medical supplies to take with them. The two men ran in
search of a command bridge or control room. However, they were unaware of the
shadow that had been lurking behind them since they arrived.
~--~
“Here it is,” Dr. Calu directed Gira
into the space station’s control room. “Hold her, I’m going to figure out how
to shut off the distress signal.” The scientist handed off the alien girl
before running about the room.
“Careful Doc, I hear something,”
Gira was on guard.
“There you go again, I don’t hear
anything,” Dr. Calu replied as he fiddled with different knobs and switches.
“Did that sword strengthen your hearing?” The scientist turned around to face
his friend, unaware of the shadowy creature hanging above him.
“Doc look out,” Gira moved to draw
his sword, while Dr. Calu turned back to see a set of outstretched claws racing
towards him.
To
Be Continued...
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When going to help people in distress, be wary that you do not end up the same.Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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