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The Laborers of whom had built the city and made it stand stood in awe in their work and cherished, as did the residents, the animals, the buildings full of life and joy. They had built a new Empire and it would stand forever. The beautiful chapels streamed with daylight as the brick's dust was washed away in the rain, and the rainbows shined through the homes and banks, long wooden crosses representing the Lord, whom had given everyone in this new city hope and fulfillment in the construction. As monks walked along sidewalks and the trees glistened in the June persperation, the men and women and animals had stepped back in their cherished town, and the rest of the suburbs full of green grass and blue skies. Large church bells rang and the roofed tile homes gleamed in the sunshine. New lands and new opportunities have been brought to the people of their new home, San Francisco. The tailors and the restaurants and even the firecracker kiosks for midnight fiestas and merry were bursting with business, and the homes strived with new people, happy in the new land of opportunity that the Laborers had built. Yellow tulips bloomed and clocktowers cast huge silhouettes across the streets, the windows causing huge penumbras through the opaque glass clocks. It was truly a home worth waiting for; one they had anticipated, deserved, and built from scratch. Nothing would take their beloved city away, not the Elements or disaster, nothing could permanently wipe away what the Laborers had worked so, so hard on. Years and years would pass, and the Laborer's work would still stand tall and proud through the day and the night; tourists and people would come and go, cable cars and trains pulling them along the clean, gorgeous streets of their town, the Golden Gate Bridge would be constructed, gleaming and glinting in the sundown and sunrise. Chinatown had been constructed, making it a more cultural and amazing area than ever, Angel Island and the Alcatraz Island had been founded. Lands End had been found, and so much advancements would be made in the city of which the Laborers had worked on hundreds of years before. The town had perservered through many, whether it be the Great Fire of 1906, earthquakes, and Mother Nature's worst. It had been worth waiting for, a beautiful place that the men and the women and children could call home. San Francisco would live on in it's legacy forever, and not even Mother Earth's mighty thumb could truly wipe them from their beloved existence. That was, until the great Terror had struck. Many, many years later into the year... well it doesn't matter what year, just far into the future. The men and women of San Francisco, the Laborers far in the past and their legacy forgotten for constructing the Golden Gate City. Space exploration had leaps and bounds in it, establishing colonies on various planets in the cosmos and solar system. Science had been revolutionized into the farthest extent imaginable and then some. As it may have seemed proposterous to have homes on the moon some years back when the Shaky City had been created, now it seemed like a walk in the park to have them, as if they were clouds in the sky or grass in the ground. The Lunar Colonies link had just tuned into the Institute of San Francisco Space Exploration via 2030 with a distress signal, one of the first ones to come in the better part of a decade; this was obviously not good. The Lunar Colonies had sent the following message to the USFSE:

Robert Ernest, Lunar Colony 65: Please copy, we have a problem.
USFSE Station of Lunar Communication: State your problem, #65.
Robert Ernest, Lunar Colony 65: We have been experiencing a strange amount of paranormal activity at the Lunar Station...
USFSE Station of Lunar Communication: Paranormal?
Robert Ernest, Lunar Colony 65: Yes-- the screens are flickering and showing some kind of... cipher looking language. I-I...
USFSE Station of Lunar Communication: Slow down, #65. Tell me what's wrong.
Robert Ernest, Lunar Colony 65: Well, it's just--
USFSE Station of Lunar Communication: #65? #65? Are you there? Copy, copy!

And just like that, a colony was wiped out. More had occured, some in Saturn's Ring colonies and the Red Home in Mars. The last recorded one was in the Deimos Satellite Colony, in which it was the same as all the others... the government was in a panic. Missing person cases in space were not something they had experience with. The last Colony-goer of whom spoke to the USFSE was Dr. Bailee Thyme, of whom reported something stranger than the rest. Thyme reported of a spacecraft of which was unauthorized docking in the landing bay and humanoid beings exiting the ship before the feed was cut off. She reported them as tall and dark black beings with long fingers and no eye pigment. They were wearing an unidentified clothing type on their chests, and it dragged down to their lower legs.
Story Note Edit: (Cliffhanger for now, too lazy to edit the rest)

Author's Note
I don't know about you, but it seems like a nice short story, don't you think? I liked it.
My inspiration is from me thinking of like cable cars and stuff.
Show me some support or some nice comments or whatever.
Feedback appreciated!
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Edit Note 1: Popreel yay!

Edit Note 2: Yes, this is loosely based one smidget on Destiny.

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