A great bellowing roar echoed across the surface of the moon, swallowed by the soundless sea of empty. After centuries of slumber and idle growth, it was time.
"You'd think after this long we wouldn't be interested in the moons surface." A lanky man in a space suit grumbled and leaned forward to rest his helmeted forehead on the steering wheel of the buggy.
"You'd think after five years in this degree you'd know that study of planetary and satellite surfaces don't stop because people have settled on it." The petite woman's voice was dry, her focus on the screen in her lap. She directed a small drone across the surface, stopping every ten or twenty yards to take another core sample.
"How many graduate students have been in this area over the years?" The man raised his head enough to hold his palm out, showing more annoyance than his voice held.
The woman did not answer, focused intently on the screen. A large shadow flickered quickly over the surface, like a bird flying above. Except the moon had no birds. "Hey I think we should-"
The man screamed as blackness descended.
Inside the lunar city, some days later, flyers were posted:
Lunar geologist students seek aid with graduation project. Benefactor willing to pay handsomely for retrieval of stolen artifact located on another world in another dimension. Please contact Stephen or Katey at xxxxxxxxxxxxx.
"You'd think after this long we wouldn't be interested in the moons surface." A lanky man in a space suit grumbled and leaned forward to rest his helmeted forehead on the steering wheel of the buggy.
"You'd think after five years in this degree you'd know that study of planetary and satellite surfaces don't stop because people have settled on it." The petite woman's voice was dry, her focus on the screen in her lap. She directed a small drone across the surface, stopping every ten or twenty yards to take another core sample.
"How many graduate students have been in this area over the years?" The man raised his head enough to hold his palm out, showing more annoyance than his voice held.
The woman did not answer, focused intently on the screen. A large shadow flickered quickly over the surface, like a bird flying above. Except the moon had no birds. "Hey I think we should-"
The man screamed as blackness descended.
Inside the lunar city, some days later, flyers were posted:
Lunar geologist students seek aid with graduation project. Benefactor willing to pay handsomely for retrieval of stolen artifact located on another world in another dimension. Please contact Stephen or Katey at xxxxxxxxxxxxx.