Can't let any of them survive.......

Calvo sat with his back to the **** dome, arms folded, refusing to watch. Some small part of him was disturbed by how easily he had become a killer....a mass murderer, in fact. But after so long confined in this bleak, alien place, some part of his humanity had snapped. He now felt himself capable of absolutely anything....

Finally restoring the dome's default settings, Calvo set about the grim task of looting the guardswomen's bodies. Stunguns and painsticks of course...he took every one he could find, unsure asn to how long each weapon would retain its charge, how many shots each was good for. Emergency dried rations of course....

Calvo took a final look around, unable to linger too long among the pitifully sprawled bodies. Gathering what he had collected, he strode swiftly away from the beach. His need to be away from the **** he had caused drove him upward, in to the increasingly cold lower slopes of the mountains....