Cataclystia: Nightfall

by XenronXIVII

The first instillment in the Cataclystia trilogy. In 1989, a mysterious radioactive signature is discovered over Soviet Russia. In an effort to keep the public uninformed and safe, they abduct people to test on for radiation safty. Brian Entford, seemingly at the end of his rope, is abducted by the government and tested. Where the rift takes him, one can only read to find out.

1. Chapter 1

(DX):Op/Startup...

Good morning. Welcome to the Interdimentional Physics And Logistics Division of GMIUE.

The current date is 4/14/1976.

Current mission topic: Radiation Anomalies and Space-Time folds.

Current mission operation: Search And Destroy

Classification: Highly Classified

Losses: $100,000,000 -/+

Current status: Ultimate Priority

It is a bright and cold morning; the sunrise alike rose fingertips easing their way into the clear blue. Not a single cloud is in the sky; and all is seen in this Siberian morning. A lone jet streaks across the sky; flying with deliberate pace toward the vast Tigerwood. "This is Redwing 6 reporting from northwest Siberia. No signs of radiation or timefold anomaly. Requesting return to base." The static of the dispatcher does poorly to mask the strongly Russian accent of the navigator; and his question is soon answered. "Request granted, Redwing 6. Return to base for coverage. Over." The navigator lowers the speaker, and puts his head as far back as the oxygen mask will allow. "Damn it, Joseph. What do they even have us out here for, at this ungodly hour?" The pilot shrugs, showing that he knew just about as much as his companion. "Iv'nt a clue. They just sendin us up in this, tellin' us that we got to find some radiation shit. I mean, how the hell are we supposed to even see this thing?" The navigator looks hopefully to the eastern sky, and sees the sun, just brimming over the snow-covered trees. "Not our problem now! Lets just get back to base before they can have any other missions for us!" The pilot eases the controller to the right, arking the plane slowly toward their destination. "Joseph, I'm getting strong readings on our radiation equipment." The pilot eases his grip on the controls, and shakes his head. "Probably nothing. Just keep us on course." The green and black radiation screen starts to light up, flashing closer to the jet with every pulse. "Its... Moving?! Joseph! The radiation field is MOVING!" The pilot turns to his left; just in time to see the black vortex envelop the entire aircraft.