Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20131122195246

 DreadVolt 

In the vastness of space, you could barely hope to be able to make out what you were heading toward (well, unless it were a nearby planet). Nevertheless, you are clearly heading to blackness.

The hub of the space habitat is slowly receding as you float away, but the ring of the habitat still looms above you (as it is several kilometres in diameter). You're spinning quite rapidly but you can easily see the damage. A large section of the ring has been blown off, debris scattered all over the place (a few pieces of debris shoot past you quite close). There are lots of silver-grey padded boxes (about the size of suitcases) floating all over the place as well.

Looking back to where you came from, you see that the spherical room you were in seems to have been ejected, and is quickly leaving the vicinity of the ring. A communication is sent to you.

"Hello? Phelaholiim? DreadVolt? Twon?"

 Wanraknasdan 

(Whoops. They said they wanted to be called Narrator. Ganoocci is just some phrase in another language.)

"Well, it's too late now. Events have already begun. You might get into a whole mess of trouble if the CSF evacuate down here in a few minutes... which they will. If you come with me I can see if I can't help you lie low for a while... or not. You can always take your chances."