"We're all dead!"
"Those creepy aliens are going to utterly annihilate us!"
"Well, it's been a good life."
The mood on Planet Sarantel was filled with the misery and despair that only those who knew death awaited them would have. City Stormfront was a mess, of course. Law and order degenerated at an alarming, if expected, rate. Not only did the citizenry lose all desire to adhere, but even the peacekeeper corps and law enforcement began eroding at unprecedented rates of desertion as officers, many of whom were Martial Artists, departed from the city and from the planet, trying to find a way to get out of the Arima III System.
The streets were filled with people. They were filled with the screams and sobs of the terrified and the grieving. The red skies above the city, painted by the light of two red dwarf stars, only made the world around them seem more macabre.
