The Rotten Apples, part 1/2

POV Prof:

The entire island was fully packed. Their spacesuits almost scraped against each other as everyone huddled together under pressure emitted by the ever-present glowing eyes that watched them without respite.

The professor sat on a nearby rock in his silver spacesuit, watching with disgust a bickering duo further away.

An unusually tall soldier in the bulkier version of the black military armor gripped towed threateningly above a shorter one but in an exquisitely decorated, red spacesuit with badges pinned to his chest plate.

"Back off, sir chancellor. It is obvious the military should take the lead in this situation!"

"That is not even important right now. I am telling you to take your men and prepare. Maybe we can escape if we get some distraction." The chancellor's red visor menacingly looked on the crow of his huddled compatriots.