This choice: An orbiting station. | Go Back Chapter 44: An orbiting station. (ID #1274770) an addition by: Runner ![View runner1240's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author "Where are we?!" Wilma demanded. You nod in argreement, though you know it is some kind of scientific facility, abeit one that looks modern and if you had Hank here, he would say it looked futuristic. Of course 'modern' might mean several hundred years.
"Take a look outside, in the corridor" Devon offfered. You walked out, along with the others, and saw a wide view of stars. At first you thought it was decoration, until you saw a darkened grey object in the sky, followed by another blueish one further out.
"That grey thing is the dark side of the moon! We're in orbit" Chris said to you. "Did you know about this place?"
"No" you said, getting slightly worried. devon looking pleased with himself, turned to Elvira, who started frowning. It was obvious even her didn't know. "Bizzare! i thought this place was a myth!"
"it was orginally constructed as a superweapon after the loss of our base last century. however after WW2, we recognized this place might be detected and spread the war out of our control, so we increased our stealth tech and converted it into a place of last resort. If we felt we was going to get annililated, we'd retreat here. We have no offensive capabilites" Devon said, seeing that several witches looked uneasily.
"How many know this, Devon, because I didn't?" Thomas demanded, much to your surprise. It seemed to pacify some of the witches.
"Only me" Devon said. "Maybe we can continue the talks without any more distractions."
You look at Chris who had moved out of the way. Quickly you move next to her, so you can talk. You know what Hank would say. There is plenty of examples of a hostile force hitching a ride onto your surposedly secure, secret ship, someone from Earth sending up a force to storm it, or just as bad shooting it down with an ICBM.....
"Thinking of what Hank would say?" Chris asked. You nod.
"Yeah. But i'm troubled by something else. Why would we not hear about this place. Have we somehow altered history?"
"i hope not" Chris winced. Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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