2/21/11 The Residuals

They don't call them aliens. They don't call them survivors. They are called residuals and they are humans or other aliens corrupted by Chaos that bleeds in from the Edge.

When the ship came out of the system’s warp gate window the alarms blared.

The nuero receptors of the helmsman compensated for the loud warnings that caused others to flinch.

“Do we approach, Captain?” the Helmsman asked.

“1/2 impulse,” the Captain said. “And can somebody shut off that damn alarm.”

The alarm silenced.

“Any sign of survivors?”

“Negative, sir.” A crewman scanned the display showing the 11 planets.

“My God, 45 million people lost.” The Captain watched the main display before him.

In the distance the light from the sun of the system fluctuated and ebbed.

“Where is the nearest settlement?”

“Antiaon 4. A mining facility.”

“Scan that facility. Make sure there are no residuals.” The Captain watched the crewman follow his command.

“Sir, scan shows there are approximately 293 thousand residuals in the facility.” The crewman brought up a map of the facility. “All levels are compromised.”

The facility image changed red and warnings glowed across the screen.

“Tactical, prepare the weapons to blow that facility to hell.”

“Aye, sir.”