Frank Stonier

Lieutenant Stonier pushed into the operations center, the air heavy with the stink of oil and scorched wiring. The Captain followed close, boots crunching over broken glass from shattered consoles that once controlled the mining rigs.

The Sergeant planted himself behind a wrecked terminal, motion tracker in hand as its frantic pulses filled the room with dread. The Corporal swung his rifle toward the ceiling vents, where the scrape of claws echoed from every direction. Surrounded by shadows pressing closer, Lieutenant Stonier braced himself, knowing operations had already become a trap...