Holland watched the skies darken in the distance, announcing the incoming arrival of disaster.
The weather on planet Kirshoff was not to read meaning into, always random, always unpredictable and ever changing to the random passerby, but the atmosphere was ever so dreadful, forcing the human mind to cling onto their justified fears.
"DOME!!"
A loud voice echoed through the walls of the base, followed by the appearance of three blue, shimmering domes between them and the approaching army.
Turning back and looking upwards, Holland and the other recruits spotted the commander floating in the air, his presence like a steady boat in the middle of a stormy sea, unbound by emotions of fear and panic.
"It's the commander!"
"He's so calm. They must have predicted the attack!"
Whispers of hope flooded the walls and within, as his presence ever so slightly calmed down the tension amongst them, especially the recruits.
