Outpost No 6.
"'...just 3 days, not a big deal...' they had said. Sure. It wasn't that he didn't wanna be here. It was the numbers. Jesse said that if he'd gotten number 3, or 5, everything would be fine. But no, 6 it is.
As the S.E.E.D. ship drifts slowly towards the mountain surface, he punches a screen on the left, the S.E.E.D transport whines obediently, snapping to position in a stationary hover.
Nobody wanted to plant it. But, he was the only ranger left on the planet, who else to do it? Also, no one had a Sunflower Systems ship like he did. Wondering whether his S.E.E.D was the last of a dynasty, he stuck the flag between the rocks.
The material billowed and unfurled, nearly throwing him aside. As he looked up at the outpost, he took a deep breath and clicked a button on his visor.
"Commander Hemleigh, reporting. At 0600 hours, the final marker for the sweep was planted. S.E.E.D transport has been set to standby, for recovery and reassignment, on the contingency of mission failure. Commencing internal infestation sweep. Hemleigh, out."
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