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This is the first I have published since The Frontier. For those who are unfamiliar, The Frontier was a documentary of my time onboard the Rockstrike. I was the first civilian journalist allowed along on one of the new TSA military craft. That is, while the ship was on-duty. I was privileged with all the inner-ship functions that go on during a mission. Over the course of two months, I took part in two confirmed reports of Kharaa infestation from behind the scenes. By took part, of course, I mean observed intensely and tried to stay out of their way. Both incidents were contained in a matter of hours. The sheer competents of the Frontiersmen was astounding.
Perhaps that’s why I jumped at the opportunity to go along with them.
Having completed The Frontier, my two-month passenger ticket was nearing expiration. I knew the ship like the back of my hand. I had been with the crew, and knew most of the higher officers by their first name. I’d overseen the command methods and knew basically what happened onboard a contaminated structure. At least,I thought I did. The most I ever actually saw of what went on was in little dots with different colors, on a pretty grid-map, in a cozy office onboard the Rockstrike. Of course, with the overconfidence of a famous journalist, I thought that was more than enough. So, when Lieutenant Bagley asked if I’d like to ship in with the Frontiersmen, you can guess what I said.
"Sounds like fun."
What a naive bastard I can be sometimes. Needless to say, I lived to regret it. I regretted it the moment I stepped inside the phase booth.
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Monster is © Edan Koch. The Universe in which it takes place is based upon Natural-Selection. All characters and locations are fictional. Any association with actual persons or places is coincidental.
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