You were on a mission, a very high risk mission. This wasn’t any ordinary mission for the force, as this time the destination was an unidentified planet. The higher ups had ensured there was enough food for your round trip, nothing extra in case of issues.

The team was sent off, ship taking off roughly before smoothing out. Nobody really dwelled on the shaky start, as it was pretty normal. There was smooth sailing for a while, but everything good must always come to an end doesn’t it? The ship fails and had to crash land on a planet hardly researched.

Thankfully the ship wasn’t damaged badly, and all your resources were okay. Everyone was also okay, just a bit shaken up and some scratches here and there. With a groan and a quick stretch you got up, walking towards the suiting room to get a breathing mask before exiting the ship with the others.

As you stepped out of the ship, you were hit by the obvious temperature difference of the planet. In the near distance you could see a torn apart ship, having slid clearly crashed. “Holy shit…” The Scotsman beside you muttered.

You turned to look, eyes partially widening as you saw what was like a field of Lillie’s. But instead of the beautiful flower, it was a vast land of crashed ships. Some of those ships you could recognize as ships that had been missing for many years. Your gaze shifted back towards the nearest ship, and you began towards it.

After getting inside you could hear a nearby, slightly distorted voice. As you got closer to it you realized it was a recording, and the person sounded frantic. Nothing they said made sense except for one sentence. “You have to be careful out there…if you hear them then they have already heard you—“ The video cut out, and you heard some rustling. Upon turning around you saw it was just Soap, but just on the edge of your vision…you caught a glimpse of something else moving.