USS Sentinel
The Tritanium Refinery on Cipharus III
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It was the wind. More than anything else in this small colony it was the wind that was the worst. Just a constant noise howling and rattling everything. No matter how much he tried to concentrate on the refining process, it was always there. Rollins reran the calculations for a third time just to make sure everything was good for the Andorians. They had been running point for these transfers of Tritanium out of the refinery to the Federation. Being the only human in the colony he was starting to feel the strain and WHY WAS THIS WIND SO LOUD??
Suddenly the comms chatter that was in the background turned to static. Confused, Rollins turned toward the equipment and locked eyes with Scrillth, the lead Andorian on the project. Before any words were exchanged there was a flash of light.
The explosion tore through the admin building and shook the rest of the colony… echos from the explosion were soon replaced with the sounds of debris falling and dying out to the winds, the never ending wind pushing through the colony.
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