Console: | Sinclair ZX Spectrum |
TV Standard: | Region Not Set |
Publisher(s): | Quicksilva Ltd. |
Release Date: | 1982-10-04 |
Co-op: | No |
"I dropped out of hyperspace near the
edge of the galaxy, the sharp light of stars
glinting on the metal hull of my Calurian
Cannon Ship.
Before me the massive Forts of Falnon,
defence and refueling stations, hang
ominously in the void reminding me of the
message I received. A shiver crawls up my
spine.
The message had asked for help, finishing
with sounds of panic, of equipment falling
and finally an abruptly cut off scream.
I check my instrumentation and move
towards the nearest Fort. I can see some
debris floating near it, the docking bay
doors are open. Closer now, I can see
bodies adrift in the docking bays. The inner
hatchways are gaping wide, a little frozen
air smeared on the doors. The other Forts
are in the same condition. I switch my
radio on, wide open on all frequencies;
there are no voices, only the static hiss of
the stars. The Forts of Falnon are now
tombs to the people that worked on them.
A Warning light strobes in the controls
before me, a message flashes onto the
screen. "Unidentified Alien Intruders". The
ship computer processes all incoming data
and a display appears before me of the
intruders battle formation and the relative
positions of myself and the Forts. A
confusion of alien sounds from the radio
assaults my ears and I breath in sharply at
the sight of them, sweat breaks out on my
forehead.
I manouevre my Calurian Cannon Ship to a
position beneath one of the Forts.
Through a port I can see arms twitching
back and forth as the fleet of intruding
aliens lower towards me. Suddenly a
curling cord of energy drops from one of
the aliens and blossoms into a feverish
explosion on one of the Forts of Falnon.
More writhing cords of energy drop, like a
plague of coiling fluorescent cobras ...
I swing my ship into action dodging to and
fro beneathe the Forts sending bolts of
Caluric fire lasering upwards ...
With massive spherical explosions I paint
the black of space with clouds of debris
from the destruction of intruding aliens.
One of the intruding crafts shimmers and
distorts, mutating through lethal unstable
forms, I move and fire ...
A command saucer crosses above the
fleet, a gibber of instructions coming from
the speaker of my radio. The Intruders
descent, accelerating; dodging back and
forth I move and fire, move and fire ..."