Dispatched to the remote village of Syrtis Minor on Deimos 6 to rendezvous with a private contractor for a mining equipment haul, she makes ground at the predetermined coordinates at 2300 hours. As her ship blows off spent atmosphere, she drops the stairs and steps out onto the landing dock expecting to meet her contact. She had been to the village twice before and it had never been this dark. It was dead silent and there wasn’t a soul in sight, though she sensed that she was being watched.
Then she heard it. Something was moving, lurking in the shadows near the edge of the landing dock. She then got that creepy feeling. The chill that runs the length of your spine that says something just isn’t right. As she began casually backing towards the stairs, she called into the darkness, “Hello? Is anybody there?”