The Terra Core

Follow the adventures of a group of young men and women as they try to tame the final frontier.

This story will contain scenes of sexual and violent natures, so read at your own risk.


1. Crunch!

"Look out!"

"Holy shit!"

These and other proclamations were screamed across the flora of the alien world as several hundred pounds worth of equipment broke free from the crane and fell over a dozen feet to the pink grass below. Nearly everyone got out of the way- but not Sandro. Not poor, slightly dopey yet lovable Sandro.

The crate caught him on the side of his temple, which knocked him down. There was a sickening crunch as the heavy box landed on his legs, crushing them both, but that wasn't the real horror.

Blood poured from the gash in his head. His eyes were open, yet glazed, and his body twitched as his brain tried- and failed- to send commands to the rest of him. Horrible gurgling noises rose from his throat, his body shook violently one last time, then he was still.

No one said a word. A few people whimpered in abject shock.

Then the Supervisor stepped over, bent over the body, and gently closed Sandros' eyes. The older man was still for a moment, but if you looked closely you'd see his lips moving, as though in prayer. When he stood, there was not a single drop of emotion in his eyes.

"Move this crate, retrieve his body, and return him to the ship." He pointed at three of us. "The rest of you, take a moment if you must, then back to work."

Such was the dangerous work we faced, when working for the Core.

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