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Anchorpoint: the spearhead for mankind's future in the stars.
That's how the Company's marketing department is pitching it, anyway.
A vast space station floating in orbit around a dead planet, there to act as the launching stage for terraforming efforts. Anchorpoint is a steel contraption poised in wait, ready to spin into action the time is right.
But the time isn't right. It hasn't been for six months and Anchorpoint will stay dormant until it is. So too will the perfunctory skeleton crew on-hand to monitor the station and ensure it remains operational; a rag-tag assortment of no-hopers and last-chancers, dredged from the Company's black book for a final chance at redemption.
Half a year off-schedule, just waiting for the arrival of the USCTS Octuras. Half a year to ponder where it all went wrong, to plot revenge, to plan for the future. Half a year waiting for the ship most are now convinced will never come.
Yet the the increasingly hopeless skeleton crew of Anchorpoint are about to be proven wrong.
A signal has reached the station's communications, hailing the arrival of the Octuras. A ship said to be carrying over three hundred settlers bound from Earth, ready to get the terraforming process underway at long last.
But what awaits the skeleton crew of Anchorpoint aboard the gloomy halls of the Octuras is not the promised chance of a better future. It is something far older, something far deadlier.
Something that could well be the death of the skeleton crew.
Something that could well be the death of us all...
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