Chapter 600:

"Very well, sir." Kincaid nodded, swallowing his disappointment. I had hoped that Kincaid would be with me because he was cool-headed and cool-headed in an emergency, but it is for these reasons that I want him to be responsible.
"Sir, we are close enough now to choose a landing site." Corey said. "There is a possible location, a safe distance, obviously horizontal, almost on the coast. Can I put her there?"
"According to your judgment, Mr. Curry. You can order the landing forces to be armed and report at the exit port. Once you get in touch with them, you and Mr. Hendricks will report to me there.
"Mr. Kincaid, you will continue to be here. I leave the behavior of the ship to your own judgment. Please just remember that rescuing Carbet and its nearly two thousand souls is the goal of this expedition, and we The safety of one's own personnel cannot be given top priority."
"I understand, sir." Kincaid nodded solemnly. He stretched out his hand in a familiar earth gesture, which may have more meaning than people dared to say. We shook hands in silence.
There will be three landing teams, each with 5 people and 1 officer-18 people facing a creature that encircles a powerful passenger ship!
Kincaid said softly: "Sir, I hope I can replace you."
"I know. But-waiting here will be the hardest job of all work. I leave it to you." I turned and hurriedly left the room, recording my record, perhaps my last record, in the log, and Protect my device.
Sometimes, when setting up the old stories of these special patrol services, as they did before adding "retirement" with my name and title, I wish I could make a difference when I was young. I find that I need words, only memory.
I wish I could think of words to describe the scene we faced when we came out and set foot on the soil of the new continent, but I found that I couldn't do it. I have tried many times, but I found that my description is far from the picture I still keep in mind.
The ground was covered with withered marine growths, and there was a mess of ground everywhere, some of which had rotted, while others were harder, or the soft mud of the root system had not yet condensed, retaining a sense of freshness. Creatures like crabs crawl in all directions, obviously feasting on rich carrion. The stench was terrible, almost overwhelming at first, but after a few minutes, we got used to it, and in the work we did, it was forgotten.
Progress on the ground is impossible. It was sheltered from the sun by dense growth, and was still eerily soft. However, the huge marine vegetation that retains vitality provides a highway, which is difficult and dangerous, uncertain, but accessible.
I still maintain the most direct line with the party to go to the unfortunate, while Corey and Hendricks led the party into my left and right respectively. We keep in touch through our own thoughts.
"I believe," Corey said, "the beast saw us. A few seconds later, I got a good understanding of him, his head was raised, and he pointed it out."
I replied: "It is possible." "But be careful not to disturb or irritate him. All men must hide under cover and minimize noise and commotion. Now, I want to see if I can get in touch with anyone. Up; even through the grounded hull, it can communicate with full force."
"It's worth a try." Hendricks agreed. "These new ideas are powerful."
I adjusted the small atom generator to the maximum and then changed the instrument.
"Board Carbet!" I diverged, and through my all-out thinking, I drove people to think about the smelly waste and cross the huge liner hull. "Hi, Carbet!"
"This is Captain Gore." The answer flashed immediately. "Captain of the passenger ship. Are you from?"
"The commander Hansen issued. What kind of terms?"
"Ghost!" When I felt my consciousness dissipate, I could feel the feeling of the word. "My officer is exercising some kind of control over the flight attendants, but the passengers have no control. They are crazy, full of terrifying madness. Two or three people have gone mad. I am on the verge of insanity. You see that one. Is something wrong? Are we trapped?"
"Yes. We are helping you. Tell your passengers to keep themselves calm. We will find a solution in some way. You know the motto of our service."
"Yes: \'Nothing is more important than complete success!\'I have issued an announcement stating that I am in contact with your spacecraft. I think it has worked very well. The noise is calming down; you don’t Know what sir, this is terrible!"
I can fully imagine his mental state. The Captain of the Carbite is a very important one, unable to withstand severe pressure.
I suggest: "If you tell us briefly about your experience here, it might help us." "We are facing something we don't know. Maybe you can give us some valuable information."
"I doubt it because there is almost nothing to say. There is no doubt that you have my report, and I managed to report it to Alpen before the shutdown of our radio transmitter board.
"According to my better judgment, we insisted on the persistence of the passengers here. The danger shown by the television equipment is far less than the marine life trapped in the low tide water.
"Under the of the second lieutenant and six men, I unlocked an exit port, and took a small adventure with a small group of curious passengers. A considerable part of the remaining passengers were crowded. Nearby. Boat, satisfied with hunting souvenirs nearby.
"Suddenly an expedition team shouted. I didn't know the danger, but realized that something went wrong, and the passengers rushed into the ship. Helpless, because we were completely defenseless, I looked at the expedition that had fled.
"For a while, I couldn't see why they fled; I could only see them crawling desperately towards the boat, casting fearful eyes behind them. Then I saw the head of the thing leaning back from the muddy grass. , Behind the withered growth was cut into pieces.
"Head moved forward. My second adjutant raised his back bravely. He was the first victim. Maybe his bright uniform attracted the attention of the beast. I don't know.
"They are very close now; very close. I know we are in danger, but I can't help but block the port in the face of helpless people who can't help the game.
"I waited. The terrible head was shot twice, and both times it was picked out of the fleeing team by one person. That was terrible-terrible.
"The rest of the people arrived on the ship, and when the last person passed through the port, the door closed and began to spin on its threads. Almost immediately I gave the order for a vertical ascent at emergency speed, but I might obey it before then. Suddenly tilted, turned over and shook, and after power on, the ship rose at a crazy angle, swayed there for a while, and then sank to the ground. At that time I knew we had taken control of the rotting weeds thing.
"Before the radio transmitter board was grounded or destroyed by the monster’s coil, I had already sent a message to Alpen. Every once in a while, I tried to pull it apart, but every time something angrily tightened the coil until the ship’s structure was under pressure. Down groan and sigh. We have heard you call us indifferently and by mistake. I have been waiting for you to contact us. You are finally here, I am under your order. If you can’t help us, we’re lost Because we all go crazy."
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