Log Entry 11743 [The Storm]

I was in the lower levels when I first heard it. The alarms blaring over the sounds of pipes and hissing fumes. Callaway's weary voice crackled over the speakers:

All members, take shelter in the inner hull, now

The base had been swaying for over the past hour, but this sudden alert raised our worry - it must be pretty bad if even Callaway was shaken. We staggered as best as we could through the hallways, lights flickering along the way. By the time we made it into the inner cabin, other departments had circled around the room's office, Janson gripping the receiver. He was on call to the communications team. Despite the roaring sounds of waves crashing against the base, the air was deathly quiet

What do you mean you're not calling back the vessels? They're not meant to handle such a storm, we need to bring them back

Silence as he continued to listen on the other end

DAMN IT, this isn't the time. Those are people down there, do you understand me? We need to get them out of there now.

More silence ensued, longer this time. Janson, still fuming, froze for a brief moment. His expression shifted, hesitant. He gritted his teeth, a thick layer of resentment entered his voice.

So be it.

He hung up the phone, announcing to the rest of the crew of the news: The vessels were ordered to stay and endure the storm. Janson stormed off, muttering to his other officers. The group slowly dispersed, finding whatever vacant areas within the cabin. Sleep wouldn't come easy as my mind kept wandering toward the fate of the vessels. Dread was all that awaited me.