They looked out across the empty void in silent anticipation.
The beacon still sent its warning signal, even though the people the warning was intended for had all scattered, dispersed among the collection of safe colonies and habitats in the sector. The view ahead looked extremely peaceful.
They were taught early on that appearances are deceptive, even more so here in the fifth quadrant. Nothing gives any indication action is required until the last moment.
All they could do is wait, ready, alert, for anything that may kick off around them.
Posted for Six Sentence Stories. Denise’s prompt word this week is kick.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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