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Grangers from Beyond!!
A Rather Weak Attempt at Tremulous Cross Fiction
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Prologue
The lights fluttered as James walked down the corridor. He had always hated this planet. Too hot, too barren. No life, anywhere. Except in the base. It had been built by pirates about 50 years ago, and abandoned when the aliens showed up.
Apparently the pirates could find easier pickings among the numerous fleets that had been attacked by the alien wave and barely survived. So easy, in fact, that most pirates had abandoned their out-of-the-way bases and become more nomadic, moving between derelict vessels, killing any survivors found on board. Scum.
However, this did provide the company with many pre-built bases, conveniently out of sight and uninhabited. Bases such as the one on Jurech III, which were the perfect place for conducting secret research. Apparently, one of these carefully concealed research projects had succeeded, and so James was called in. His job was to examine the results and determine if and how the company could use them.
At this moment, he was having a bit of trouble getting around in the base. It was rather large. After about 15 minutes of somewhat random wandering, James arrived at his destination. He stepped inside the meeting room and was greeted by dim lights and a faint odor. This did nothing to improve his opinion of the base.
“Hello there, Geit. Been a long time, hasn't it?” said a figure on the opposite side of the room. The figure stepped out of the shadows, to reveal a gaunt face. One that James Geit had hoped not to see. “Yes it has Paul. What do you say we just get to whatever it is you have to say?” “Ah, very well James.” Paul put on a hurt face.
“We think we've discovered where the aliens come from. Actually, I'm convinced we know where they come from now.”
“And where would that be?”
“Inter dimensional space. They come from the regions between regions.”
“They're from another dimension?”
“No, James. They belong to no dimension. They could strike at any point in time or place if it were not for one weakness – they need weakness.”
“What?”
“There needs to be a weak point. Somewhere they can break through. At least, that's the only thing we can think of that explains why they haven't attacked Motty or Earth. Well, the only thing that makes any sense, anyway.”
The two people huddled together for the rest of the day and most of the night – long as that was on this world – discussing this, each forgetting that he doesn't like the other in the excitement. Occasionally a few people would poke in to present something further or prove a point, but most of it was frantic discussion amongst two.