"Whanga Starport Tower, this is Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Zero Six Niner on Approach from Jump Exit. Requesting Orbital Insertion for Airspace Entry and Landing. Do you read? Over."
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"Whanga Tower, do you copy? Over."
Static...
Hmmm... he thought.
He tried fiddling with the frequencies. Nothing. The Starport Beacon. A steady 'beep', 'beep', 'beep'. The Scout and Navy Comm Channels. Strangely quiet. There's usually some chatter somewhere. Even the Entertainment and News frequencies weren't active.
Odd. Maybe their transmitter is down. But then the Beacon wouldn't be working. Pulling up a scan for other ships.
Processing...
No ships within scanning range.
"All hands to the bridge - we have a situation. All hands to the bridge. This is not a drill."
What would you do next?
Is it the Zhodani invading?
Is it Virus?
An interstellar Zombie plague, just starting to infect the spaceways?
Something to think about while you are out and about tomorrow.
Happy Hallowe'en!
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"Whanga Tower, do you copy? Over."
Static...
Hmmm... he thought.
He tried fiddling with the frequencies. Nothing. The Starport Beacon. A steady 'beep', 'beep', 'beep'. The Scout and Navy Comm Channels. Strangely quiet. There's usually some chatter somewhere. Even the Entertainment and News frequencies weren't active.
Odd. Maybe their transmitter is down. But then the Beacon wouldn't be working. Pulling up a scan for other ships.
Processing...
No ships within scanning range.
"All hands to the bridge - we have a situation. All hands to the bridge. This is not a drill."
What would you do next?
Is it the Zhodani invading?
Is it Virus?
An interstellar Zombie plague, just starting to infect the spaceways?
Something to think about while you are out and about tomorrow.
Happy Hallowe'en!