OOC: Often times you’ll see a GM like myself do a post that isn’t meant to be interacted with or that the crew will learn or have direct knowledge of but helps add flavor to the story and perhaps a bit of tension. This is one of those cases.

On the planet that the Challenger was quickly approaching there were fifty or so dirty and hungry colonists huddling in a cave while trying to not breathe heavily or make much noise. Most of them were furtively looking towards the entrance of the cave as a barely suppressed fear was tangible in the air. Different from the watchers were four who were crowded around a man working on a piece of equipment.

“How much longer?” A woman whispered fiercely. The man paused in his work to look at her with an impatient glare. “A lot sooner if quit asking me that every ten minutes. You know I’ve barely slept an hour in three days working on this junk. With a muffled humph he went back to work.

The woman fidgeted for a moment before looking at the others. “How much longer do we have?”

One of the others asked back. “Before they find us or before rescue shows up?”

“Both.” She replied.

“Well… it’s hard to tell. They’ve been getting better at finding our hiding spots. That’s why we got caught off guard and they damaged the comm gear. The Federation ship should be here sometime today or tomorrow, if the last communication was correct.” They answered back. “We need to warn them before they beam down to the colony site.”

“I know!” The man said harshly while continuing to work on the equipment.

GM Madness