Running down the inner surface of the cylinder that was the engineering deck of the Sceptic, his mind raced.
Why had they emerged now? Never before had he seen a wreckage of that magnitude. The collected bulk of spaceship carnage he had just witnessed through the small bow window was mind boggling. How could he have been so wrong. He have to… – his thoughts were interrupted by the Mind of the Sceptic.

“Brace for evasive maneuver”

Kody had nothing to latch on to. As the braking started the rotation on the cylinder stopped and the ship took off at a entirely different vector. He was instantly being pulled by a “fake” gravity force straight ahead in the slightly curving corridor. Straight ahead was now in fact down and he was falling.…

Through the large hyperdiamond windows of the cargobay door  he can see the large surface of Gandymede capitalize his entire view. Kody sits on a crate sipping his morning coffee. The red sheen reflecting the light of Jupiter gives a sence of an earthly sunrise by the ocean. Granted, this ocean was black with a faint orange haze, but if you closed your eyes – that was the impression. His mind suddenly surprice him and connects the scene in front of him to a long lost memory of his childhood.…

At orbital sundown Kody entered the mess hall. He felt that something had changed. Something small. He could not pinpoint what, but there was definitely something.

He started to pour some whiskey into a small ceramic cup when something flashed past his peripheral vision. An  object of a dull red nature. Without turning his head he tries to focus on the thing now at his extreme right. Although it is hard to make out much of the details, the red blurb seems to have several filament arms swinging in complex patterns around it. Constantly sweeping.

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