Platform: Sinclair ZX Spectrum
Region: Region Not Set
Publishers(s): Quicksilva Ltd.
ReleaseDate: 1982-10-04
Co-op: No
Space Intruders
"I dropped out of hyperspace near the edge of the galaxy, the sharp light of stars glinting on the metal hull of my Calurian Cannon Ship. Before me the massive Forts of Falnon, defence and refueling stations, hang ominously in the void reminding me of the message I received. A shiver crawls up my spine. The message had asked for help, finishing with sounds of panic, of equipment falling and finally an abruptly cut off scream. I check my instrumentation and move towards the nearest Fort. I can see some debris floating near it, the docking bay doors are open. Closer now, I can see bodies adrift in the docking bays. The inner hatchways are gaping wide, a little frozen air smeared on the doors. The other Forts are in the same condition. I switch my radio on, wide open on all frequencies; there are no voices, only the static hiss of the stars. The Forts of Falnon are now tombs to the people that worked on them. A Warning light strobes in the controls before me, a message flashes onto the screen. "Unidentified Alien Intruders". The ship computer processes all incoming data and a display appears before me of the intruders battle formation and the relative positions of myself and the Forts. A confusion of alien sounds from the radio assaults my ears and I breath in sharply at the sight of them, sweat breaks out on my forehead. I manouevre my Calurian Cannon Ship to a position beneath one of the Forts. Through a port I can see arms twitching back and forth as the fleet of intruding aliens lower towards me. Suddenly a curling cord of energy drops from one of the aliens and blossoms into a feverish explosion on one of the Forts of Falnon. More writhing cords of energy drop, like a plague of coiling fluorescent cobras ... I swing my ship into action dodging to and fro beneathe the Forts sending bolts of Caluric fire lasering upwards ... With massive spherical explosions I paint the black of space with clouds of debris from the destruction of intruding aliens. One of the intruding crafts shimmers and distorts, mutating through lethal unstable forms, I move and fire ... A command saucer crosses above the fleet, a gibber of instructions coming from the speaker of my radio. The Intruders descent, accelerating; dodging back and forth I move and fire, move and fire ..."