Mike Williams Club - The Blog

The sleek exploration vessel Ardent Dawn glided through the dark void of space, its metallic surface reflecting the distant glow of stars. Commander Rachel Malik leaned forward in her chair, staring out of the panoramic view screen at the planet below. Varkon–7, the first planet they had found in centuries that not only supported life but seemed to harbor intelligent beings.

“Commander,” came a voice from her left. Lieutenant Kimura, her chief science officer, was holding up a tablet, his face tense. “We’re picking up a transmission from the surface. It’s in response to the signals we’ve been sending out.”

Rachel’s heart quickened. After days of orbiting the planet and waiting for a response, this was it. First contact. Humanity’s first real encounter with another intelligent species. She stood up and walked toward the communications console, her eyes fixed on the translation matrix Kimura had brought up. The text scrolling across the screen was a garbled mixture of symbols, shapes, and what appeared to be a structured language.

“Can we translate it?” Rachel asked, her voice a mix of excitement and caution.

Kimura nodded, his fingers flying across the console. “The algorithm’s still processing, but we should have a rough translation in a few minutes. From what we can tell, they’ve been receiving our signals for some time.”

Rachel felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. They had been cautious, spending days analyzing the planet from orbit before sending out any transmissions. Varkon–7 was a verdant world, covered in thick forests and wide oceans, with massive crystalline structures dotting the surface. The signs of civilization were undeniable, but they had seen no movement, no activity. It was as if the planet’s inhabitants were hiding.

“What’s the message?” Rachel asked, unable to keep the edge from her voice.

Kimura’s eyes flickered as the text began to translate, and his expression hardened. “It’s… not what we expected, Commander.”

Rachel frowned, stepping closer to read the words on the screen. The first few lines were disjointed, as if the translation algorithm was struggling, but soon they became clearer.

Do not come here. Leave this place. You will not survive.

The message hung in the air like a lead weight. The bridge crew, previously buzzing with anticipation, fell into a tense silence. Rachel stared at the words, her mind racing. Was this a warning? A threat?

“Commander,” Lieutenant Williams from navigation chimed in, breaking the silence, “we’re detecting movement on the surface. Near the crystalline cities.”

Rachel’s eyes snapped back to the view screen, where the planet’s surface zoomed in to show massive structures rising from the forests. The crystals, previously dormant, were now glowing with a faint, pulsing light.

“They know we’re here,” Kimura said, his voice low.

Rachel gritted her teeth. She wasn’t about to back down. Not after all the years of preparation, all the training that had led them to this moment. They were humanity’s representatives, explorers of the unknown. They couldn’t just turn tail and leave.

“Prepare a landing party,” she said, her voice steady. “We’re going down.”

Within the hour, Rachel and her team were suited up and ready. The shuttle hummed as it descended through the atmosphere, the alien landscape growing larger by the second. Dense, dark green forests stretched as far as the eye could see, broken only by the towering crystalline structures that seemed to reach into the sky like fingers clawing toward the stars.

“We’re landing near the largest concentration we’ve detected,” Kimura said over the comms, his voice laced with tension. “No signs of hostility yet, but that warning…”

“We’ll be fine,” Rachel replied, though her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn’t believe her own words. The ominous message, combined with the eerie stillness of the planet, gnawed at her.

The shuttle touched down in a clearing near the edge of one of the crystalline cities. As the landing ramp lowered, a chill wind blew in, carrying with it a strange, metallic scent. The city was silent. No movement. No signs of life.

Rachel led the team out, their boots crunching on the soil. The crystals loomed above them, humming softly with an ethereal light. They moved slowly toward the nearest structure, scanning for life forms, but the instruments detected nothing.

“This place feels… wrong,” one of the security officers muttered, glancing around nervously.

Rachel nodded. Something was off. The air felt heavy, oppressive, as if the planet itself were watching them. As they approached the base of the crystalline structure, Kimura’s tablet beeped.

“I’m picking up something strange,” he said, frowning at the readings. “The crystals—they’re emitting some kind of… signal. It’s low-frequency, but it’s pervasive. It’s like the whole city is alive.”

Before Rachel could respond, a loud crack echoed through the air. The ground trembled beneath their feet. She spun around just in time to see the crystal structures begin to shift. The surface of the nearest one shimmered, and then, with a sickening groan, it split open, revealing a dark void within.

From the shadows emerged figures—tall, elongated, their bodies made of the same crystalline material as the structures. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and they moved with an eerie grace, their limbs bending in ways that defied human anatomy.

“Back to the shuttle!” Rachel shouted, but it was too late.

The figures moved faster than she could have imagined. One of them reached out with a sharp, glass-like appendage and touched the security officer closest to it. The moment contact was made, the officer’s body stiffened, then shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, his form dissolving into dust as if he had never been there.

Panic erupted. The team fired their weapons, but the energy bolts dissipated harmlessly against the crystal beings, who continued to advance with terrifying precision.

“They’re not alive in the way we understand,” Kimura yelled, backing toward the shuttle. “They’re not organic!”

Rachel’s heart raced as she grabbed Kimura and pulled him toward the ramp. Another of her crew let out a scream as they were touched, dissolving into nothing in the blink of an eye. They had to get out. Now.

But as they reached the shuttle, the crystals around them began to glow brighter, pulsating in rhythm. A deafening hum filled the air, and the shuttle’s systems began to flicker.

“We’re trapped,” Kimura gasped, horror dawning in his eyes.

Rachel’s mind raced, desperate for a solution, but the truth was inescapable. The warning had been clear. They should have listened. Varkon–7 wasn’t a place for humans. It wasn’t a place for anything living.

As the crystal figures closed in, Rachel realized the terrible truth: they hadn’t come to an alien civilization. They had come to a graveyard. And now they were a part of it.

The last thing Rachel saw before the light overtook them was the shimmering crystal, reflecting the terror on her face as she dissolved into silence.