Michael Sage

Captain Sage entered the operations center, the chamber lit only by the erratic strobe of failing monitors. The Lieutenant sealed the door behind them, but the motion tracker already pulsed with signatures closing in from every angle.

The Sergeant took position behind an overturned console, his rifle fixed on the vents where claws scraped closer with each second. The Corporal covered the shattered viewports, the shifting silhouettes beyond betraying the swarm gathering outside. Surrounded on all sides, Captain Sage steadied his weapon, knowing the room would soon be their last stand...