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Nights on the station are determined by which shift you’re working.  I’m lucky.  I get to work the graveyard shift, therefore nights are my days.  That means my days are quiet.  Ivanova gets all the excitement, I get the silence.  A chance to look at the stars and wonder what surprises the cosmos has waiting for us.

Standing here on the observation deck, I blink as an inky blackness descended on the vista in front of me.  Where once there had been a myriad of stars now was just darkness.  The nightmare had arrived and A SCREAM PIERCED THE NIGHT.

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