<USS Avalon> The Storm Approaches

"Do not move into their sensor range," Thoth Lam instructed the other ships as 
they moved into position around the starship. "Wait for my signal."
 
In the battered shuttle below, the eldest’s eyes widened behind his dark 
glasses. Alerting the other’s quickly, he prepared himself for the task at 
hand. Shields had to be created strong enough to both hide them and defend 
them. All of them. 
 
~Gather them here, Luca,~ He told the floating youth nearest the hold from 
which the Major would soon be approaching. ~trouble is coming.~
 
~how should I convince them, Niq?~ Luca asked silently, uncertain of the wisdom 
of the request. ~I do not think they will believe me if I simply say that 
trouble comes.~
Niq thought a moment, then answered simply, ~Tell them the storm is coming.~ 
His black eyes went blacker still. Outside the winds began to howl. 
 
Duarte frowned as the storm build on the periphery of her scans. "You’ve got 
trouble, people," she informed the soldiers on the ground. "Sandstorm coming. 
You’ve got two choices. Get back here or board that shuttle and hope the 
thieves or weapons or children or whatever it is we’re calling them now are 
really as friendly as the major seems to believe. Quickly."
 
"Acknowledged," Carlisle answered quickly. Before her opened an egg shaped 
hole. She blinked. Blinked again. It was still there. Within the hole she saw 
the Major, his back facing them. "I think that’s our invitation," she told the 
others nervously as the storm build behind them. "Move, everyone, through the 
hole." 
 
In all honestly, she didn’t like what she was seeing at all. She’d never seen a 
storm build to that level that quickly and somehow it didn’t seem right. It 
didn’t seem natural. The wind screamed furiously, propelling sand like shards 
of glass at them even as the hole closed behind them.

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