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OOC: Fixing the formatting

Eor Lancaster was the first in his family line to leave Earth since his wild eyed great-great-great-great grandmother left in one of the first warp 1 ships which then got lost after leaving the Sol system never to be found again. Now in he mid 23rd century here he was a civilian technician on Deba colony out on the fringes of known space it was an exciting opportunity, even if it meant he had been told by his grandmother it would ‘bring terrible luck to all he met’, “..Pish as if she knows anything about the reality of space that lovable hermit lady that she is..” Eor muttered.

He was currently walking along a security fence line looking for faults or breaks in the line to keep out wild life, not that there was much dangerous life on Deba to begin with, the worse were the big mouthed rat packs but they were dealt with by simple sonic emitters to keep them out of the colony line and outlying farms. He was rounding his second patrol when he was stopped by a whirring sound after stumbling a bit over a root of some kind. Turning Eor was surprised to see a small metal pole extending from the ground with a small shiny box and a single bright apple-red button, it had no writing on it and had obviously risen from the ground by some hidden panel. Looking around as if trying to determine if this was some kind of prank he saw no one.

“..Press it..” some kind of whispered voice said, “..whats the worse to happen? It’s an adventure, you came to discover new things! This is a new thing! came another voice.

Eor considered the voices, they sounded like his thoughts, and they did make a persuasive arguement whats the worse that could happen? He was out here to discover new things and here was something new! Making his choice, Eor walked up and pressed the shiny apple-red button which depressed with an oddly deep bone shaking ‘click’ to his ears.

What happened next he couldn’t say only that the last thing that he felt or recognized was a seeping mist rising from the ground and screams echoing in his ears from the nearby colony......his last coherent thought oddly was one of happiness thinking “..I did good..” by the voice in his head.

GM CockRoach