After weeks of little change in activity, the Lambda suddenly crackles violently with energy, loudly enough to stir all but the deeply unconscious from their beds. It seems to be attempting to grow
, the rift edges violent with dark colors, tearing at space.
Anyone who is quick enough to look might catch sight of the absent First Forged flitting about the lights of the Lambda, attempting to halt...whatever
is about to occur.
The Lambda sparks and fizzles like a lose mortar round. Flares, about to erupt-
And abruptly dies back down to something close to it's previous size, with a final, defiant sonic boom.
But despite the efforts of the First Forged, something still got through
. Splinters of that mysterious something rains down to the ground out past the boarders of the Haven, with a sound like thunder. The light of the falling debris and the flare of the calming Lambda makes pinpointing any one direction impossible. Perhaps more toward South? Or West? It will take time to find out.
The more adventurous can attempt to seek out the fallen fragments; the luckiest might find bits of metal and plastic, warped beyond recognition. Smaller fragments of the mystery 'asteroid' litter the edges of the Haven. Those versed in human tongues may recognize the scraps of language on the remains as Russian.
Any one with sensitive enough instruments or in-built sensors - or an inclination to build their own Geiger counter - can detect a marked, continual
increase in the ambient radiation in the area. Not enough to harm the organics in the Haven - not yet
- but enough to be noticeable. Worrying.( And then the creatures start to show up. )