by T5
On almost the opposite side of the world from La Perdita, a beautiful event took place.
Waves upon waves of Aurora lights flowed across the night sky of the island. The listening post, Urtråkig, found itself engulfed in radio static and stormy winds. The listening post was situated on the brink of an enormous crater.
Inside the gray box called Base 1, Agent Winter sat with his earphones on, listening for anomalies in the airspace around the crater. His jacket had a small patch with the sign Trans-D Dept. on it.
The rythmic signal he had been listening to started ever so slowly to increase, both in pitch and speed.
He activated his intercom. "We have a fourth shadow scenario. I repeat, we have a fourth--"
The intercom died, and all electricity shut down as if blasted by an electromagnetic pulse.
Agent Winter cursed loudly and put on his coat and was headed for the door, when his colleague came into the room.
"Hey, man. What's happening? Why hasn't the reserve generator switched on?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," Winter said, putting his boots on.
Outside, the sky was lit up like a Christmas tree, and the wind howled in his ears. Cursing out loud again, he entered the hut where they kept the generator. It all seemed in working order.
Suddenly, the sound of the tractor starting was heard. He went outside again, only to see his friend running after the tractor, waving his arms. He decided to go inside and fix the generator. Whoever had stolen their tractor would not get very far. This base was in the middle of a glacier, and the next morning, when the wind should clear up, he would go after him.
The tractor drove for hours until it reached the coast. No one stepped out of it. It just stood there until morning.
The Aurora lights disappeared, and the wind slowed down to a breeze.
A small fishing boat was anchored about two miles from the shore. The being that stole the tractor had decided it was time to change its mode of transportation, and it entered the boat's radio, causing havoc with the settings and interrupting a football game. It soon familiarized itself with the functions of the communication aparatus and decided to ask for help.
The fishermen sat with their mouth open in shock when their radio suddenly said, "Hello, friends. My name is T5, and I need to travel far. Will you help me?"