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. )

OH SCRAP OH SCRAP OH SCRAP!

[What is Ravage yelling about? Well it may have something to do with all the barking and growling that you can hear in the back ground that is gradually getting louder.]

STOP CHASING ME!!! THIS IS TOTES NOT FUN!!!

I DON'T LIKE DOGZ!! AND U R TOTES TEH CREEPIEST DOGZ I HAZ SEEN!!!

[Thundercracker is crouched down on a knee out on the edges of Haven.  The ground around him is littered with warped, twisted bits of metal and plastic.  He has a piece pinched between his fingers, turning it this way and that.  Letters of...some language or other can be made out across one scorched face of it.]

Well . . . whatever it was, it's completely unrecognizable now.  The language looks like it might be Russian though...

[Don't ask him how he knows that.  He has no idea.  He STILL hasn't consciously learned about the gift from Alpha Trion, oops!]

[A moaning sound comes in from his left.  Grimacing in distaste, he merely shifts to raise an arm, firing his shoulder rifle a few times.  Wet splorts of something organic being blasted apart can be heard.  At least it stops the moaning?]

Brought something with it, though.  Lots of somethings.  Things that I'd guess died on impact . . . but didn't stay dead.  If I had to make a guess, I'd say they were human.  Or were at one time.

What the-?

[A heat haze surrounding a fiery glow drifts into view from behind the camera, heading for Thundercracker.  He's shifting stances into something he can better react/defend from as it closes on him.  The video feed of the camera goes staticky as the heat haze increases, the glowing heart of the anomaly turning into a ball of fire that quickly fills the camera's view.  There's a SNARL of pain from the Seeker before the video feed cuts out.]

[Lea had never been especially fond of rats. And this particular mess mess wasn't changing his mind on that score. He'd seen the Lambda's display and gone out to see what was up, only to be assaulted by zombies of all things. The first few were easily dispatched, but like Heartless more seemed to reappear right when they were least wanted.

And now they'd been joined by giant, mutants rats. Or something. It was possible they could have been some other rodent, but they looked like rats to him, so he was calling them rats. He roasted the latest bunch with a stream of fire while pulling out his communicator with his free hand.]

Hey, anybody know the number of a good exterminator? Or maybe a 15-foot cat? Because we've got kind of a big rat problem.

[Briefly turns the camera so that folks can see the giant rats. A shambling zombie can be seen a bit further away before Lea turns the camera back to himself.]

Oh yeah, and zombies too. But one thing at a time...

[Turns a fireball on another rat and it goes up in flames with a pained squeal.]