Space Marine Erin was becoming more used to life on the colony with each passing day. Firefights would start up and die down just as quickly as they began. Each day was heralded with the discovery of something new that can and would probably kill her.
The colony sheep were now terrified of her. She would pet one, walk away, and it would explode. She would pet another, walk away, and it would explode. The sheep had caught on to this and would now rush away as she passed by.
These thoughts and more were going through her mind as she was driving a truck of supplies across the colony late one evening. As there had been minimal terraforming, the road was horribly bumpy and would stay that way until she made it to her destination. Her instructions, while perfectly clear when you could see "the big building over there" were less than stellar after night had fallen. She was actually fairly thankful when she noticed a fire-fight in the distance at, presumably, her destination. Whatever alien catastrophe was occurring over there was surely a less painful fate than disappointing her commanding officer.
Unfortunately, she noticed the turn a bit too late and went past it. As the road was devoid of vehicles outside of her own, she simply stopped, put the truck in reverse, and backed up until she could make the turn giving only a few minor curses about how horrible the roads were.
The fire-fight was over by the time Space Marine Erin arrived. Luckily for her it had lasted just long enough for her to get there but not long enough to actually put her in danger. The forces the marines were fighting had presumably gotten away.
It wasn't until the next day that a very unfortunate Protoss Dark Templar was found in the middle of the road leading to the complex with several very large tire tracks across its body.
Sparks ( Protoss Dark Templar ) is dead.
Night 2 has begun.
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