DESTRUCTION
 
By a cruel twist of fate, the survivors of the Alpha squad, trying to
find a way to escape the citadel, had stumbled upon the heart of the
colony. If there was some lesson to learn from this (besides avoiding
the large enemy group as much as possible), it was that old truth about
every possible disaster happening it the most inconvenient moment.
 
The heart of the citadel was a large hall; possibly used as a sanctuary
or as a place of worship for some twisted cult. It was quite evident
that whoever built it was a being of power among its peers, because
although it vaguely resembled the old temples back on Earth, its
proportions surpassed anything I have ever seen in my life. 
 
The opposite end of the hall contained the object of their desperate
effort; something resembling a teleport that could lead my men away
from this hell.
 
I tried to lead them as best I could, using the sensors and radar, but
I guess their daring attempt was doomed from the start. Although I
tried to hide my fear and fatigue to encourage them, I think they
sensed my doubt and felt what was coming.
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